Octeuril catchall

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa Ackerman and OPEN
When: Throughout Octeuril
Where: Around Aefenglom
What: Quests and maybe end of month full moon later
Warnings: Will be added as needed. Some potential body horror for one prompt


Lawn and Order - Potential body/tooth horror
[It was easy work, which was exactly what the fae needed at the start of the month. When she was still on her crutches and recovering from the attack on Dorchacht. She was multitasking it, she earned money doing needlework where she could. This was just a bit extra. Something she could do while going about her day and letting Tater get some exercise. The little guy was happily running about darting into leaf piles and knocking them over. Enough leaves getting caught in his fur that he looked more plant that dog.

Unlike the puppy’s innocent acts of mischief. His owner was a bit more of an ass about causing trouble, as the weeks past and Morgana was dealt with the fae was able to shed her crutches. Occasionally she’d just kick up a gust of wind by flicking her wings, sending leaves flying in all directions.

Around the same time is when some might notice her grimacing. Refusing to speak to, answering with a nod or a shake of the head when she could. Her words slurring when spoken to. Until eventually a small trickle of blood leaked out of her mouth when she’d opened it to speak.]

Ah… [Time to drop her rake to cover her mouth with those chitin covered hands.]

Under New Management
a. [Even she was wincing as younger children noticed her, squealing as they realised they could play with the fae who very definitely hadn’t kidnapped them a few months before. Mikasa had visited a few times, thanking them for the gifts from when she was in the hospital. But she’d not been able to carry them or play like she had done before her leg injury.

For better or for worse. She could now ‘chase’, because it wasn’t much of a chase. Mikasa could easily catch up and scoop them up into her arms. Then there’s a clamor from them, about how they wanted to show her what they’d learned. So they had her sit, bringing out books. Simple children’s books. A young faun standing as he slowly read from the book, until he wasn’t reading.

He was verbally stumbling. Sounding out some letters, ears dipping down as he realised…There’s another few attempts. But then he’s holding the book up to the fae pointing at a bit of text that Mikasa blinks at.]

Miss Mikasa, how is this word said? [It gets another blink from her. Because it wasn’t really much of an issue normally. The words of this world were written in a strange alphabet. One completely different to the one Mikasa had been taught. She’d been trying to learn the letters for the times she had to read text that wasn’t enchanted but… Like the child, she had to sound the letters out one at a time. To the point that the boy reached out, patting her on the head.]

…It’s okay. The older kids didn’t learn to read either.

b.[The kids eventually bore of trying to learn. Dragging the fae along or attempting to by swinging on her arms. It was time to do ART. They were overjoyed to show what they could do. Scurrying about and bringing drawings over to show Mikasa who’d sat on the floor. Busting out the charcoal.

Mikasa was even talked into doodling as well. She wasn’t necessarily bad. She could do a perfect drawing of a child sat in front of her. Drawing something that wasn’t right in front of her though… She didn’t bother.

And with the art completed it was time to hang it up. The kids pointing out their previous work. The fae nodding, giving a faint smile. Squinting a little as she tried to read the strange letters this place used. But none of the children indicated who’d drawn some of the art. So after a moment, she pointed out.]

Who drew these? You’ve told me about the others… [They had and this art looked like it’d been done by the same child. One helpful puca pipes up.]

That was done by Mister Jaeger. [Bless this child, they were so happy that their new patron had taken part in drawing with them. That they didn’t notice Mikasa’s stare as she turned to look at their smiling face, then back to the art…Hmm.]

…Mister Jaeger… [Eren…She’d thought this art had been done by one of the younger ones… Only to learn it was an adult.]

Happy Hauntings?
[So after an interesting conversation with the puca, Edith. Mikasa had come to a decision.

A decision that Mildred had crossed a line. As much as Mikasa internally questioned Edith’s relationship with her husband. And why they were married to begin with if they annoyed and yelled at each other so much. The witch’s prank seemed cruel. Too cruel.

So one might notice the smell of paint before they saw the fae. Who was crouched as she painted the bottom of a door. A handkerchief wrapped around her head to stop the paint fumes from reaching her antenna. She was taking inspiration from one of Mildred’s past pranks.

Only instead of bright purple. The fae was using a neon pink with flecks of glitter.]

Comments

lawn and order!

[chirpier]

[ she had to start somewhere when it came to making money . . . something basic would have to do to get herself some food, even if she was augh exhausted. dark rings plague her lower eyelids as anxiety induced insomnia steals her ability to sleep in peace, because how could she—?! barracks, she was sleeping in those for the time being and hasn’t yet found someone to share a place with. no! instead, she endures a public resting spot with others like her, or others that are. not like her at all. burly, monstrous and military-like. she stuck out like a bright pink egg in a short grass field. and that, surely, makes her jittery worries worse. with thoughts like they could strangle her in her sleep and hide her body in the river once they’ve sucked all the blood from it . . .

she can handle raking leaves, can’t she? 500 cunes would get her a few days worth of meals. that’s a good start until she got herself organized. yes. so rake she does.

spotting the fae had been like a mirage— she’d follow the buzz, blink and rub her eyes when she’s stumbled across mikasa at work. ]

It’s her . . . ! [ do her eyes deceive her? it could be a hallucination, she hasn’t gotten proper sleep in almost a week’s time. so maybe she could get a little closer. subtly! while raking leaves! she doesn’t want to creep her out or look like she’s stalking her, or something and . . . oh. it’s just like the dream. Time to build up her guts; a short inhale, puffing her chest, and forward she walks with a rake in her hands. ] Hello—?

[ the timing isn’t right. the fae begins to bleed from the mouth, and soon too, yachi is dropping her tool to come forward with faster steps. ]

You’re bleeding! Are you feeling anything? Should I call someone—?!

[ QUICK WHATS THE NUMBER FOR 911 ]

oh boy, we be going tooth horror...because Yachi bullying

[stopfen]

[She thought she'd recognised the girl. Though the fae had been partially distracted by the pain in her jaw. Honestly, she'd just wanted to get to work, let Tater have his fun. So the normally quiet woman had withdrawn even more. She didn't want to be a bother.

That didn't mean she moved away when the girl got closer. Even if she made no move to close the distance. Antenna or ears giving a little flick with every foot the girl moved. Her head moving from her growing leaf pile once she was near enough, lips parting to-

OH.

Her free hand was coming up, wiping a sleeve across her mouth. Had she just started drooling from tooth-- Oh......oh. Then the girl's mention of bleeding sets in. Along with red smear soaking into her sleeve... Good to know her mouth blood was red still.]

Huh..? [The panic gets a blink. Because Mikasa was still completely calm. More confused at the sudden yelling than her own situation.]

You don't- [And those two words or slurred, followed by the oh so lovely gurgle of someone trying to talk with water in their mouth. And with that, Mikasa was doubling over. Hacking and coughing.]

she's going to d word

[chirpier]

[ oh my god internal bleeding?! sudden onset of biochemical warfare?! yachi was prepared for cuts an such, smaller things that she herself would help wrap up but this.

she takes a deep breath. tries to stay calm. puts a hand on mikasa's shoulder's as she steadied her to her knees on the grass and stray leaves. looking some tones paler than the last moment of encounter, she nods, and gestures steadily with her hand as she too teeters to the ground in what almost seemed like a drunken stumble. ]

I-I'll call for help. I'll, call, I'llllllllll . . .

[ yachi has done it. she's passed out. ]

Date? Also TEETH

[stopfen]

[There's a noise, a slightly damp sound at the back of the faes throat. Then one more choke and... She hears a small thud, the crunching of leaves. Tater's excited yip AT THE NEW FRIEND ON HIS LEVEL!!!1

While Mikasa, grossly spat up the small amount of blood that had welled up in her mouth. It wasn't that she'd choked on. If she choked on blood she'd have had a lot of problems in fights. Instead, she'd choked on the more solid part that had suddenly fallen free and into the blood. At first, she hadn't been sure what it was. She was too busy trying not to swallow it. But there it was, a little thing in the small pool of blood and spit.

...A tooth. One from the back, she could feel the gap with her tongue. Momo...When she'd asked Momo if what she'd been told about wisdom teeth was true he'd not mentioned anything about her other teeth falling out.

Then she realises how suddenly quiet it had gotten. Her dark eyes drifting from the tooth to the...passed out witch that Tater was trying to smoother. She crouches, paying no mind to the leaves that crunched under her knees. One hand reaching out to place a few fingers on the girl's neck. It wasn't needed. An old habit. Her antenna already told her what she needed to. The girl was alive, that was what was important. Even if Mikasa didn't know why she'd fallen.

Carefully, she tucked an arm under the girl's legs. Letting out a soft whistle for Tater to come close, time to go back on a lead. And she's swiping up that tooth, crushing some leaves into the blood, remembering Sokie's warnings about how blood could be used for magic. Then with Tater's leash around her arm, she's scooping the rest of the girl up. Bridal style.

She couldn't go to the hospital with her. The girl was fine, just asleep. Had she been overworking? Mikasa had done that when she'd first arrived, but the fae had the endurance for it. The girl seemed so...weedy.

So home it was. Trucy's things had been moved a month after her disappearance when it was clear the girl was gone. The small girl would be placed there, tucked into a warm wooly blanket. The 'cat' curling up at the foot of the bed. Tucking their hands and feet uneath themselves while Mikasa went to go chores.]

[chirpier]

[ hitoka yachi had the longest most comfortable sleep ever since her arrival to aefenglom. perhaps passing out had done her a certain good— she’d stay sound and ever still from in mikasa’s arms to her bed, where her body truly relaxed and slept the time it very much needed. she doesn’t dream, no good ones and no nightmares; she simply rests, and only begins to stir when late evening dawns upon them.

it takes a few moments for her to adjust, at first only turning over to her side and adjusting the blankets over her neck. it was so warm and comfy compared to the barracks. she could even say it was her own bed . . . until the smallest details make her open her eyes again. stop. look forward. slowly sit up.

this wasn’t her smell. this wasn’t her room. this wasn’t . . . her bed. ]

Where . . . ?

[ had the fae girl been a dream, then? and— wait, what is that.

yachi freezes when confronted by a porcelain-faced, human faced, cat thing. don’t panic. don’t panic.

she’s internally panicking, and ends up squeaking. ]

[stopfen]

[The cat stared with them hollow black eyes. No blinking, it didn't have eyelids for that. But it tilt it's head. Then it sticks it's very human-looking back foot out to scratch at it's ear. Then it pawed closer, giving the butt-wiggle.

Then it's diving for that blanket covered foot. Grabbing at the lump in the blankets.

...Right as it leaps, the door opens. Mikasa popping her head in.]

You're up?

under new management, b!

[usurpers]

[ speaking of the devil himself—! there's mister jaeger, coming out from one of the work rooms with a canvas in hands, the painted part turned to him and about the size of his ankles to his torso. he's an absolute mess of paint, with splatters in his hair, on his skin and completely caking his hands. a group of children follow suit in the same shape, messy but chattering and smiling as they did. they sprint and gather toward mikasa to say hello, with a pair of girls beaming up at her to say we were doing art with mister jaeger!, with their papers pinned up in the room they came from to dry.

eren, on the other hand . . . lifts two of his fingers to curl and uncurl at her as he made his way closer. hello . . . ]

Eren...

[stopfen]

[You know, when the child had first said that Eren had been painting with them. Mikasa had thought that maybe they'd been literal. That the kids had been painting and Eren had literally just been stood there.

...She'd also expected him to...have been painting. Cause he just looked like he'd gotten in to a childish fight where they'd fling mud at each other. Only it was paint. He got an extended stare. Her eyebrows furrowing, mouth opening as she tried to puzzle her way through the slight confusion.

Then she's promptly distracted by the girls rushing in splattering paint as they went. The sight gets that clicking, the slight spreading of wings, her interest had been Obtained... Just not by Eren. Fae priorities. Though she did briefly lift her head again to blink at the decorated dragon, then back to the girls.]

What did you make?

marvel at his cave art

[usurpers]

[ the girls are quick to point behind them: a house! a butterfly! the dream i had last night! but all their art is in the other room. one of the smaller ones tug at eren’s pants fabric to get him to look down, and asks: aren’t you going to show miss mikasa yours?

so . . . there was a pause, a look down, a snort and wandering eyes as the dragon stalls his time and the girls just get all the more antsy. any longer and they would’ve begun to chant, so eren cuts the possibility by the bud and spins his canvas around.

it is. certainly. abstract, one could put? there’re are colors placed everywhere, though each spot has a purpose and isn’t entirely random. to top it all off, there are tiny little hand prints at the bottom, with the middle being his own massive hand.

yeah. that’s his art. ]

She's looking....

[stopfen]

[That gets her attention. Not him, so much as the small girl clinging to his pants leg...It drew her attention away from the bigger girls. Smaller means needs more defending, more squishy right?

Eiether way her pleading was adorable. It was a good job it was directed at Eren and not the fae. Because that child could have talked her into murder.

Then the art is turned around and Mikasa just stares at it. Blinking??? Squinting... Luckily for her, the children present took her close examination as approval. She must like it if she was looking so much! There is at least one little happy dance before a cheerful little runabout.

Meanwhile Mikasa was still thinking of what to say. Because like before she couldn't be blunt like she normally-]

What is it? [Nevermind. She held her tongue for so long. So it was a matter of time that she'd slip up.]

[usurpers]

[ did she really want to know? eren looks down at the canvas, stares, looks back down at mikasa and says, plainly: ]

The Orphanage.

[ maybe one with an eye for transcendental artistry can pick up the energy, the playful strokes, the muddy hues in the the past that lead to brighter rays forward. i’m joking, most people will just see a mess. because that’s what this is. ]

happy hauntings

[weiward]

[wei wuxian didn't have all the details, he'd just happened to cross paths with a fellow puca, and after a brief chat learned about her struggle with getting her husband to move on. it saddens him really, but maybe he's in a good position to help.

he's on his way to her house when he notices the smell of paint, and mikasa soon after. after a soft 'huh?' to himself, he goes to crouch behind her, watching her paint from over her shoulder.]

You know, I bet even my Shishu would be able to see this color. And he was blind.

[stopfen]

[The smell really was working against her. She had no way of hiding it with her meager knowledge of illusions. She'd only just been able to make herself invisible on one occasion when the elderly witch had walked by.

...Not that it had done much good. The witch seemed aware that something was there, even if she didn't know what. She's not able to put the illusion up in time to hide from the puca though. Lucky for her, it's a friendly one. He got a snort.]

That's the idea. The witch made it hard for her prank to be missed.

[Really, Mildred was lucky the fae wasn't doing anything to the inside of her house. Given that the witch had put the illusion of a ghost in Edith's home.]

[weiward]

A prank?

[wei wuxian's ears go from natural and relaxed to standing straight up. he was always the mischievous type, even in his own world. but now that he's a puca, the word draws something instinctual out of him.

he looks at mikasa's work in an entirely different way while rubbing his chin thoughtfully.]

Well it's a good start, but what if the sparkle didn't stop there...

[yes, what if.]

[stopfen]

Yes. It was a rather cruel one on an old lady... [So matter of fact. As far as Mikasa was concerned, her little act of vandalism wasn't a prank. It wasn't vandalism either. Not really. It was more like justice.

Getting back at one old lady for being horrible to the old puca lady. So Mikasa kept painting. She had to get as much done as possible before she was noticed by someone who'd stop her.

Wei Wuxian though...He was cool. From what she'd remembered of him helping her pick out booze and the wedding. Her head tilted. So she could look at him. It wasn't as though she had to worry about staying within the lines. It was a door. Missing would have been an achievement.]

What did you have in mind?

[She already had some sparkle. Not glitter though, just a small curve of fairy dust forming a pattern on her cheek. Right next to a blotch of paint.]

[weiward]

Elder abuse? Then we have to do this. It's a matter of upholding justice and defending the weak.

[so they're on the same page there. or maybe wei wuxian would have come up with some bullshit reason to play a prank no matter what the circumstances.

but this really is a situation where wrongs should be set right. they can't let this woman have the last laugh. his mouth curves even more into a smile at mikasa's question.]

For starters, we get some sparkly dust. Like that, only brighter. [he points at her cheek.] I've seen it in tiny bottles in the marketplace, for ladies to add to their skin and hair on special occasions. I'd say teaching her is a special enough occasion, don't you think? Only it won't be a tiny amount that we dump on her.

Lawn and Order

[timenace]

[ The changes that Monsters have to go through seem so horrific compared to what Witches deal with, but then again there is a big trade-off in that. While going feral certainly doesn't seem ideal, at least it doesn't end in your actual death.

Sougo's not actually sure which one he would take if he'd been offered the option at the beginning of his stay, but it is kind of amazing to him that each time he comes across Mikasa she looks less and less like she did when they first met shortly after they both got here.

She's still strangely easy to recognize though, and when he sees her at a slight distance drop the rake, it's easy for him to figure out who it is even before he starts to jog closer to where she is. ]

Mikasa? Are you okay?

[stopfen]

[No words. Only awkwardly keeping her hands in front of her face...which did nothing to hide the small trickle that was already running down her chin, dripping onto her nice white shirt. (Really, the way how it's going. She might be making Mettaton very happy, and start wearing red.) Her newly half-grown arms stilling in the air...They didn't have hands to join in covering the mess.]

Mrrgh. [That sure was a funny little gurgle. And another riveret of blood flowed down.

She's just going to turn her head. Awkwardly nodding. She's fine, it is fine.]

[timenace]

[ That doesn't look fine at all to him, and Sougo's fast to hurry the rest of the way over and kneel down in front of her. Without asking he puts a hand over the hands clamped over her mouth, and gets just a little closer than is probably comfortably out of anyone's personal space bubble as he tries to get a good look despite the blocking appendages. ]

That doesn't look okay though. Did you hit yourself?

[ With the rake, maybe? Kind of an odd thing to hit yourself with, but could have happened maybe. ]

[stopfen]

[The chitin covered hands where only in front of her mouth. Ready in case she started coughing. Like the last time, she'd rather not risk having a tooth just bounce back off of her hand and into her mouth again.

So while took some effort to move the limbs completely out of the way. They did waver, they didn't have an anchor point to latch on.

That didn't change that her mouth was closed though. Blood covered lips pressed together in a thin line, trying to keep herself from just spitting the blood on him.

Enjoy the tiny headshake, followed by an attempt at a grunt.]

[timenace]

[ Even without the grunt and the shaking of the head, it's pretty damn obvious that something isn't right here. He adjusts how he's kneeling to make himself a little more comfortable as he examines her bloody mouth.

Now, Sougo is not expert here. He's never had any kind of medical training at all, in fact, but he has been a young man who has bitten his tongue, lips and inner cheek many a time in his life. He can at least recognize a self inflicted wound when he sees one, though he doesn't know the extent of it at all. ]

Did you bite yourself?

[ Extremely hard... ]

happy hauntings

[bloodwit]

[ ah. well.

despite, you know, his ideal behavior toward the situation (outweighed by the potential of an ideal outcome), this all could almost be cathartic. if mikasa isn't completely engrossed in her vandalism, she may hear the tread of boots against pavement before his steps comes to a rest; he observes the fae's handiwork a moment, which concludes in an inquiry laced with a hint of wry spirit, ]

Enjoying yourself?

[ viren, himself, also isn't here entirely without purpose, after all. ]

[stopfen]

Yes, very. [She wasn't that absorbed. And with her handkerchief pinning her antenna back to shield them from the smell(It didn't work well) she did pick up on the dragon behind her.

And as expected of Mikasa, the words were dull and her face deadpan. Not even a hint of a smile at her mischief. He might notice that was keeping it neat. Not getting any paint on the window or the house it's self as she carefully brushed the neon green on. With the bright pink and purple it was...horrible. Eye burning.

That was the point. She even pauses to tilt her head to look at him.] Why?

[bloodwit]

[ his tail flicks when he receives a look, tucking his hands behind him at the small of his back. viren's children have probably assaulted him with glitter bombs, once or twice in their lives. that sh*t takes forever to get out beards. seeing it in this garish paint concoction, especially with those... vibrant hues, should be enough to get his hackles raising.

but...: ]

If you're here for the same reason I am [ presumably ], then it seems like we could be doing a bit more.

[stopfen]

[Doesn't she know the pains of glitter, she probably knew it more than him. What with it forming on her skin and getting everywhere. The inside of her clothes, then when she washed said clothes it'd go into the water and onto everything else... Even her dog had glitter in his fur from where she'd petted him.

It was the worst. At least the glitter here was already mixed in with the paint instead of floating in the air.

She's turning, back. Going to keep painting in smooth strokes.]

What did you have in mind?