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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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