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Octeuril catchall
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.]
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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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... ]
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That sure is some blood, and a small white thing in the blood.
Mikasa just stayed leant slightly on him. Slumping as she sided at the sight of the second missing tooth. This sucked, was she going to lose all her teeth.]
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If she didn't bite herself, but there's a lot of blood and something white--
His eyes widen as it clicks into place that a tooth fell out. ]
Ah!
[ And he's wincing as he realizes how hard she must have hit her own mouth for something like that to happen. ]
I don't think I can put it back in, but I can probably stop the bleeding if you want...
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Mikasa was silent for a moment. Taking that first part in, then drly. Though the lisp might have ruined it. It was a waste of time trying to keep her mouth closed to stop the blood, wasn't it? So an arm comes up, rubbing a sleeve to try and mop some of it up.] I don't think anyone could put it back in. [That was kind of the nature of teeth. At least where she was from. What are dentist's, they just yanked the troubled tooth out. Terrible.]
You seem to be helping me out a lot lately with these things... If you can. I'd rather not make someone faint again. [RIP Yachi. Who unlike Sougo had been that shaken at the sight of the fae's bloody mouth that she'd passed out. Just right there in the middle of the path.]
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There doesn't seem to be a lot of worries about squeamishness on his part though, because he's actually reaching down to pick up the bloody tooth she just spit out, frowning down at it while she speaks. ]
Eh? I'm sure it's not bad enough that I'd use enough magic to pass out.
[ He may be misunderstanding what she's suggesting. ]
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... I'd hope not if you're just stopping the bleeding. [Because it wasn't even like the wound was large. It was mostly just a small cut, a slight sting where what she now knew was a new tooth poking through.
Because the other time, the time where she'd spooked poor Yachi so hard she'd fainted. That has healed up a bit, and she could feel the sharp point of the new tooth. But she turns, glancing around.]
We should probably find somewhere to sit down. I don't want you falling over while healing something there.
[She wasn't sure what a misdirected healing spell could do, and she didn't want to know.]
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He frowns as he straightens up, still not aware of what happened to Mikasa's friend. ]
I really don't think I would for something like this...
[ But if it makes her more comfortable, especially since she's the one with the injury, they can find somewhere else to do this. ]
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Let's get this over with...
[What did she need to do? Sit here with her mouth open for him to poke at? This was one of her stranger mishaps.]
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But he will remaining standing in front of her as he frets at the further blood she manages to spit out. ]
You'll have to open your mouth up and point to where it is exactly. If I can see it I should be able to heal it.
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Right. [She wouldn't say anything else. Because she was holding her mouth open, it was pretty hard to talk and do that at the same time. She brought a hand up, pressing a finger into her right cheek a little, towards the back. Letting him know where, but not blocking the view.
Please ignore the small, sharp, needle-tooth to the left. It's nothing, it's fine.]
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Coincidentally Sougo knows nothing at all about dentistry, so it's a good thing that's not actually what he's here to do for her right now. He can barely see the area she's indicating, but it hardly matters. As he squints to try and narrow his focus on the spot she's pointing at all he needs to do is focus some magic there to spur on some natural healing of the gums there.
The tooth does seem a little suspect, but Sougo's no expert on insect monsters anyway. It's probably not going to be in the way of what he's doing, which, as far as it looks from the outside is making his hand hovering just in front of Mikasa's mouth glow purple.
... Real healing magic is actually happening though. Honest! Probably with much faster and better results than last time he tried to heal her. ]
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She doesn't speak, for obvious reasons. Antenna giving a small flicker as the magic starts to collect. Almost flicking forward to touch the hand, wiggling at the witch. He had her attention. The light of his magic reflecting in her eyes as she watched it ebb. A small shadow shifting in her black eyes, only visible thanks to that magical light.
That was the only warning he got.
Then her mouth wasn't clamping down, but she did move her head forward, that one sharp tooth jutting out to spear the witch's hand. Or poke. It was just one needle tooth after all. At the same time, an arms snaked out grabbing his shirt as a hiss emanated from the fae.]
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Almost instinctively he's reaching down with his bleeding hand to grab onto her wrist where she grabbed her, and twisting to wrench her wrist off of him. He's stronger than he looks, but he's probably not as strong as she is, so it's hard to say how effective that move will be.
More effective might be the way his eyes go wide as he stares at her face in shock, and calls out an alarmed-- ]
Mikasa?
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The hand grabbing her wrist was ignored, the fae's fingers clenching on his shirt.
But she did still at her name, even if she was managing to hiss. Face still twisted into a snarl. A small pause as those long arms loomed.]
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His grip on her wrist tightens, surprisingly strong, though he stops trying to wrench himself free as he stares her down. ]
Mikasa!
[ He's trying again, sounding more forceful this time. She responded to her name before. ]
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Her nose remained scrunched up in a snarl as she hissed. Staring back. Hissing again. Then her eyes narrowed, giving him the squint as she stopped wrestling even if she still held him still. That finger-tooth going limp as she stared. Making a graggled noise. How to talk?
Well, those antennas were flicking forward. Prodding him.]
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Still, he's not out of danger yet, and he keeps that same tone of voice, even as he offers her a hesitant smile. ]
You know me, right? So there's no reason to attack me.
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That's enough to make her pull her head and that 'fang' back, the tooth withdrawing into her mouth as the fae kept staring. Then a blink, and again.]
Ah-!
[Then she jolts, the sudden clarity setting in making her hands loosen their hold as she backed up. Moving until her back bumped into the arm of the bench.]
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He's not sure what about his magic made Mikasa react that way, but it's the only thing he can think of that set her off that way. It's funny, it didn't happen before when he healed her... ]
Are you feeling like yourself again?
[ His smile shifts from something weak and nervous to something a bit more encouraging. ]
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Then it snaps shut. Quick enough that there's a small click as her front teeth clashed. Letting out a small noise that might have been a gasp or an attempt at words. Her face crumpling as she dipped her head, not meeting his eyes.]
I...I should go.
[Croaky, like she hadn't talked for days even though she had been earlier. And standing up so quickly she stumbles. Then she bolting.]
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[ Hearing her voice again is a relief, but her words are a lot less so. He's confident in his ability to reach her if he needs to, and if she hurts him he'd rather it be him than someone else.
But she's not giving him this chance. He's not a slow runner, but he absolutely can't run that fast, and she leaves him in the dust so quickly that he's left standing there both dumbfounded and worried about his friend. ]