[open] oh lamia please try to help me

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Who: Styx & OPEN
When: All through Noveuer
Where: Various
What: Catch-all for the month! Quests and other various activities around Aefenglom. Starters in the comments!
Warnings: I'm also doing the sex pollen quest, you know how this is gonna go.


if you'd like to do something else or want a closed starter, hmu! PMs or phantomblood ouo

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im not late

[themogget]

[Mogget could swim, if he had to, but he would much prefer (like most cats) to not get wet at all.

He's exploring when he finds the very, very tall man by the river, who appears to be undressing to go for a dip. He watches silently for a few moments then moves forwards to step on top of the discarded shirt. It's warm, and far dryer than the ground is, and he sits on it with his tail curled around his front paws.

Then he looks up, looks at the water, and looks back up again. The question seems obvious. Is he really thinking about going in there?]

time is an illusion

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[there are a lot of strays circling the streets of Aefenglom - cats, dogs...people. it honestly reminds him of the less than savory neighborhood that he was raised in, and so with something more pressing on his mind it takes Styx the entirety of pulling off his pants before he notices the cat that's made his shirt its home.

maybe it's because he used to feed the cats back home when he could...or maybe he's just an idiot. but Styx smiles all the same and answers that little stare, as if a cat really cared what he had to say.]

Haha, yeah, gonna have to take a dip! Think if there's any clues they're gonna be down there somewhere.

lunch time, doubly so

[themogget]

[Clues? Hm. Mogget pads his paws against the warm shirt without thinking about it and looks at the water again. You couldn't give him anything that could get him in there... but humans were very strange creatures.]

If you drown, who should I inform? [The small cat asks casually, settling down on the shirt and tucking his paws beneath his chest.]

I'm sure you understand that I won't be able to come in and rescue you.

food warps the spacetime continuum, it's true

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Eren, I guess? Though he might know already since we're bonded 'nd all...uh, maybe Karin instead.

[but he'd feel kind of bad if Karin learned that he'd died at all, let alone as the first person outside his bondmate to find out. the big guy's caught up in the question so thoroughly that for a few moments he doesn't realize that the cat has engaged in the conversation on its own.

.........wait.]

- oh!

[his head snaps over to affix wide eyes on Mogget, half-folded pants in his hands forgotten for the time being. the cat was talking? that was fucking incredible! it was out of this world! it was -

it was probably just a turnskin hanging around in their animal form, wasn't it? Styx feels a bit foolish for temporarily forgetting that he was now in a place where fucking monsters were as common as blades of grass, but also faintly relieved. since this wasn't weird, he didn't need to feel weird about continuing to talk to a cat. ...it's kind of nice.]

Uh, sorry, I - um, never mind. [he laughs good-naturedly] You don't gotta worry about nothing like that! Be real mean to expect you to have to do something just 'cause I fucked up a little.

[themogget]

[Normally, people notice faster than that. Mogget wonders for a moment if he's come across someone who is used to the idea of talking cats, but finds that quickly dashed. What he doesn't get, though, is the barrage of anticipated questions.

That suits him quite well, too. One does grow tired of explaining ones existence.]

I will remember the names. [Whether he will actually tell them in any kind of timely manner is another matter.]

Go on with your... adventure.

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Thanks!

[dope that he is, Styx doesn't really consider being affronted by the possibility that this turnskin won't prioritize cluing his loved ones in to his imminent demise. he's just happy that Mogget has more or less promised to remember their names, more courtesy than he expects anyone to give him. the smile, just like the gratitude it accompanies, is genuine because of this.]

Shouldn't be too long...uh, you know, unless I die or whatever. ["or whatever."] Don't think I can hold my breath all that long.

[not that he's really tried it outside of being tormented in various aquatic ways during his halcyon time at school as a child. but the drummer feels confident, in the blithe way that only the brainless can, and finishes folding and tucking away his pants before facing the river. right. ok! it was time to...get to the literal bottom of this, he guessed? haha.

the big guy hesitates for only a moment before his cheerfulness returns, and then he's stepping off the faintly middy shore and into the water. he admittedly has to walk a great deal further out than most before it becomes necessary to tread water to proceed, but he's definitely going. looks like it's no backing out for the witch, for better or worse.]