(open + closed prompts on demand)

[usurpers]

Who: eren jaeger + you! (also some closed prompts)
When: august
Where: clothing stores mostly but u can tell me where
What: eren needs new clothes for new armwings, and a good eye for cloaks or ponchos (that’s you 👀). closed quest prompts and others— if you’re interested in a quest or something else i’ll be glad to start it off!! just hmu to plan out what (liberos or owlie#3609)!
Warnings: n/a will add as needed


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[ eren can be found outside of clothing stores, stalls, any of them, all of them, dispatching employees to choose pieces at his own discretion— because he has no clothes.

mostly no clothes! he only dawns with him pants and his new tailored shoes (but only because it rains). any fabric from the waist up is nonexistent, leaving a chizzled back, abdomen and chest spread with black and scarlet scales to freedom. regular shirts have become an imprisonment to the titian membranes that anchor along his ribcage, webbing across the elongations of his elbow and forearm and forming limbs that aren’t dissimilar to a bat’s. it doesn’t restrict much movement, just takes up more space, and requires some getting used to beyond growing pains and stretch sensations where there shouldn’t be.

he’s gotten some suggestions from a young, enthusiastic fashionista that’s attempting to fit some of her homemade pieces onto him every so often. she’s like, thirteen, though. and seems way too excited that someone has (quietly) agreed to model her wild ideas. she’s aware they’re crazy! but that’s the beauty of it! she proclaims. it made her day. she almost cried.

hence eren’s (quiet) compliance. it’s a goddamn kid living her dream and he doesn’t want to be the one to shatter that in her.

you’ll see eren removing the garments and setting them brusquely on top of a mannequin, before coming to you with saturated scales— a telling sign that he’s feeling a pique in his emotions. laces intricately weave onto his horns and how his growing hair is braided into a loose bun . . . it is and isn’t a look for him all at the same time. ]

I just need a cloak.

[ free him. ]

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[halfmoon]

[ Makoto had been watching the scene since the monster entered the store, trying to hide behind a rack of long robes as he did. Of course he knows it's not polite to stare, but one week isn't long enough for someone to get used to seeing people like this walking around.

He (it's a male, right?) looks pretty terrifying, honestly, and for the first few minutes he couldn't help but worry about the young girl as she threw a bunch of clothing on him that he looked pointedly uninterested in. Isn't she scared of... being eaten, or something? But, if she's a local, he reminds himself, then seeing someone like this waltz into her store isn't a rare occurrence. And yet, the monsters here can go crazy, can't they? Makoto knows by now that full moons are the riskiest times, but it can happen any time if something's up with the monster, can't it?

Eventually, though, it becomes clear to him that this monster is currently harmless, despite his appearance. If anything, he's being impressively patient with the flighty girl. Her enthusiasm is pretty charming, to be fair... Makoto would feel obligated to humor her, too.

And then it walks right over to him.

He stares up at the monster, trying not to look so awestruck. It's the first time he's been spoken to by anyone who'd changed this much. ]

Oh - oh, uh. [ He looks back in the direction of the girl. Is she done with her impromptu fashion show? ] ...S-Sure, although... I'm new here, so... I'm no fashion expert on cloaks.

[usurpers]

[ you understand him, right? it’s endearing. it’s a kid and children are most definitely the future. if they had the chance to be happy— happier than him, even— oh, he’d do it. he’d do it again and again.

“new here”, and considering the other’s clothes (slit pupils travel up and down to observe; it’s out of the ordinary fashion statements here), mirrorbound is his first speculation. new job? at least, eren doesn’t care enough about the braid to remove it. just the prickly looking cloak thing. ]

Just something that works is fine.

[ his arms . . . are way to far into wing territory for sleeves :( a pause, and eren’s tongue wets his lips. taste test. careful, because he could probably smell fear. ]

I’m not cut out for those ideas, [ gesture ] no offense to her.

[halfmoon]

[ Does this thing think he works here or something? Makoto blinks up at him and glances, again, in the direction of where the girl went, almost like he's wishing for her to come back and save him. He's smelling pretty nervous right now, at least, if not downright fearful. ]

...Understandable. She really wasn't... getting the message, huh. [ It's easy to agree with him on that, but he's too anxious to tell him flat-out that he doesn't work here, and the dragon didn't seem to care that he knows nothing about cloaks, even if he did work here.

Well, he thinks to himself, let's do this, then. ]

There should be something in here made for - someone like yourself. [ He looks the stranger over again, soaking in his appearance for a moment now that he has such a better view. What's going on with his scales? He wonders if he can fly on those arm-wings. And it goes without saying that he could kick Makoto's scrawny ass. ]

Let me get that for you, first... [ Pressing his lips into a thin line, he carefully reaches up to try to untie the knot keeping the girl's gaudy cloak fastened around his shoulders. With it undone, it's easy to slide the garment off his arms. ] ...th-there.

[usurpers]

[ he smells like that thing people give off when they’re freaking out. it’s predatory, natural even— though it still felt weird to pinpoint it other than watching body language.

if he was unused to people looking at him with anxiety that he would, what, turn around and eat them, the answer was no. no, he grew up from teen to man with those eyes piercing him. “I won’t eat you” is never the most convincing meet-and-greet argument.

you did well defusing that bomb, lad. good show. ]

. . . Thanks. [ shrug them off he does, and he’s ready to follow along wherever he goes. at least, not without putting the girl’s statements on a mannequin. there was something that the other young man had said that . . . ] She did. She’s just never met someone who’d look at them before.

[ she deserved it as any young human bean (yes, a bean) looking for validation as they grew. ]

[fiddlestick]

[ Maybe Elliot should've intervened with the scene, he was here to help Eren. But dangit...it was funny and it was cute to watch, watching Eren indulge this rather passion girl with her crazy fashions ideas. So yeah, he made himself scarce and watched from afar. There's no hiding the grin on his face when Eren finally tracks him down. ]

Haha, I'm pretty sure you made that girl's day.

[ITS SO SWEET.]

What colors do you like?

[usurpers]

[ he can feel you. he can smell you. you’re literally right there, and there was no intervention!! for a reason. even with constant glances back at the spot he knew his bonded was, there was not a single moment where eren wished for him to come and cut things short. it could go for as long as he could handle it, or when the girl was out of ready ideas (i’ve got sooooooo many designs on paper, i drew ‘em, she told him before she scampered away. can you take a look at my portfolio when i get back?! maybe you’ll see something you like, or!! or i’ll make something for you!! eren did not say no).

his scales deepen in red. that’s just— he’s not embarrassed, he’s just being a god damn tsundere. ]

Any color? [ he


has been wearing his dad’s shirt for like nineteen years, he knows nothing about his taste in color. and after a small pause, he scratches the back of his neck. ]

She has all these ideas and no one’s looked at them.

[ it even felt lonely, he could say. ]

[fiddlestick]

[You beautiful tsundere lizard. Elliot has become so much more endeared, just watching all that

...But oh. Oh boy. Eren has no idea what color preferences are.]

Oh boy... [Here we go] Okay, how about...do you like lighter or darker colors?

[STARTING SIMPLE]

Yeah...it's hard when you're a kid artist, I remember that age. [No one took his music aspirations seriously except his sister, and she was busy with her own education] Her designs need some fine tuning, but I think her style would work well with performance arts.

@bakugou

[usurpers]

[ it’s important to be at least temporarily bonded. monster-monster links weren’t as balanced by a long run, but eren has two witch anchors, he’s stable enough to be clear minded no matter the where and who.

it might’ve been a good route to take, considering . . . bakugou. he has two vials, silvery liquid in them and holds one out to the younger. ]

Before we go out.

[ supply run depends on this!! ]

[bombingking]

The hell is this?

[He scowls and turns away, pacing up and down like a caged animal. He's only here because he's bored and if he's stuck in this city for another second he's gonna chew his own leg off.]

[usurpers]

[ . . . the fact that he doesn’t know what it is and has been here for as long as eren has worries him a little. the stark contrast in their behaviors, both being monsters, was. yeah. the reason why. ]

It’s for a temporary bond.

@caster + lex

[usurpers]

[ he knows they’re supposed to keep an eye on their surroundings to steady the base of the cave, keep those who work safe from shades— that’s why eren doesn’t come alone. his eyes are perfect for the night, slit pupils large and taking his turn in observing the wilder witches fall into trance and enchant the stone walls with runes.

he’s suspicious, guys. really, really suspicious. he knows it may not even be the wilders— but there was something woven into the work in aefenglom, and it wasn’t right. it endangered his chances of returning to where he had to be, if it wasn’t the reason why he was gone in the first place.

his third eyelid doesn’t blink. his pointed ears flick (subtly) when he hears voices, but eren himself doesn’t move an inch of the rest of his body. he smells and flicks his tongue— he’s too focused, sharing with his bonded the heightened sense of preying.

and hoping caster will behave. ]

[futhark]

[ excuse you, he is always on his best behaviour. (addendum : define "best" )

While it's Yako who is the local leyline specialist, Caster has some experience with this topic, so naturally witnessing the spell being weaved into it is most curious. Caster's eyes naturally come with the slit pupils, though not to the extent of benefits the monster transformation gave. Nothing that a bit of alchemy can't change and an elixir to give you an owl-vision can be brew. ]

You'll wear yourself out if you stay on edge for so long. [ He says quietly as he joins Eren. There is a difference between focus and— this, this extreme predating. A man gotta predate, sure, especially when he's a dragon, but it seems there is more to this sharpness than just staying on guard late. ]

[lonewanderer]

[ The words of the librarian echo through her head, the idea that the cave had been a failed Wilder outpost creeping up and feeding into her suspicion - which in turn is likely leaking into her Bonds with the two of them. The Wilders should have known. The Coven should have known. But no one said shit, and people were injured. People nearly died - and while she had saved Steven from being eaten by a giant spider, she hadn't been there for Caster, and that doesn't sit too well with her.

Her own nightvision is fairly decent, thanks to the parts of her that are fox; good thing, too, because Lex doesn't dare use the flashlight on her Pip-Boy right now. She takes in the sensations from Eren, passing them along to Caster like a chain - and feeds both of them the scents and sounds that she is picking up, in turn. Dogmeat is settled in next to her, and Lex is in tune to that as well, watching him for the slightest change in body language. ]

Takes longer if you're used to it, [ she murmurs back to Caster, ignoring the urge to twitch her claws. Adrenaline was one hell of a drug, if shit hit the fan. ]

@yako

[usurpers]

[ eren’s attention has been a lot more on the wilders and smugha cave than the minimal details of their instructions. supply runs, back and forth, stay alert, no science behind it.

he does want to get closer to them, if only to investigate with greater proximity to what was happening beneath the sheet of reason they chose. eren doesn’t carry as many things as he’s capable of, just the basic bagful of supplies— he needs more time.

eren only speaks when yako is walking by his side. ]

What do you think about this?

[topslug]

[ Without an impressive amount of natural strength to call her own, Yako can at least borrow some magic to make up the difference. The bag she's carrying slung over her shoulder is a bit more loaded up than Eren's, and she has little trouble with it, thanks to ingesting some enchanted muffins earlier in the day to give her the ability to heft it.

Her attention's more on their surroundings, a hand hovering over the scrolls slipped into the pouch at her hip, so Eren's question makes her glance over curiously. ]

About what exactly?

[usurpers]

[ look at yako lift, that’s his girl??? you’re doing amazing sweetie

eren, in turn, does the same. eyes around them, tongue flicking for any changes, but words directed to her. ]

What they’re doing with this cave. [ he’s inclined to elaborate, but he doesn’t want to get his mouth rolling too soon. he wants to hear her opinion on this, if any. ] It reminds me of Dewaint.

[ in a troubling sense :’( ]

[showsnopiety]

No you don't.

[She had been going by, but just seeing how he was just wearing mops and hedgehog prickles...she had to wince, and made to take his hand so she could tug him away.]

You just need a sleeveless shirt and some arm warmers. We have some patterns in stock over at Knit Wit.

...how much hair product is in your hair?

[Because his hair looked straight enough that it'd fall out of any braid in minutes. Then again, she had wavey hair and had no idea for sure.]

[usurpers]

[ caren he sacrificed himself for the good of the children, he would never wear hedgehog prickles. but there he was, wearing hedgehog prickles. there’s not a bit of action taken in reluctance with the chimera taking his hand and pulling him along, and with her objection, eren can only question her with the state of his eyes alone.

sleeveless shirts and arm warmers. with his spines, though? either way, eren knows less enough to listen and give it a shot. to knit wit, it is, he’ll figure out if it’s good or bad for him there. ]

. . . None? [ surprise, his hair is straight and flat af— the braid is slowly coming undone on its own the more he walks, though, and is saved only by the messy bun it’s in. ] None that I saw her use.

[showsnopiety]

[He was being a good boy. Eren, from what she's seen, is a very good boy. And surprisingly passive too-but then again, she hasn't researched about dragons as much as she should. She did a little but-honestly she had been trying to look up things for herself.

Which is difficult, considering what kind of creature she is. Chimeras are hard.]

It's going to fall out. Once we have you sitting, I can pull that out for you.

[Because she can't reach right now. Everyone is still too tall, including Eren.]

That is, if you don't want the braid.

[long_live_the_queen]

[A feathered tail flicks before Kaede turns to look--as if she hadn't been surreptitiously sneaking looks until now. It was a bit hard not to notice Eren in a quilt. Sweater. Sleeping bag? Whatever that thing was.

She was wearing a shawl, not a cloak--but it draped like one on occasion if she kept her arms down. The burnt orange vest she was wearing was still visible underneath it.]

You could use a shirt, too.

[His scales were nice to look at, though.]

[usurpers]

[ he smelled you around here too, dang it. he knows!!! he knows you saw (and, nothing against that). ]

I feel better without one. [ but, you know. that thing called decency (eren just calls it “staying warm”). was that vest— the burnt one? he takes the friendly liberty of lifting her arm by the wrist, to see her wings beginning to sprout. she’ll see the same with eren's wingspan: naked membrane and featherless, though, a dirty mesh of black and mud that spreads into orange. ] You need more, too.

[long_live_the_queen]

[The Chimera made a little noise when he lifted her arm, somewhere between an owl's chitter and a human "er" that didn't leave her throat. Her feathers puffed out a little, but she didn't wriggle out of his grip. She was getting a good look at his wings too, so fair was fair.

Eren seemed to have a rougher deal, though. While Kaede's feathers were easy to part so she could slip into short sleeved things, he had an unbroken sheet of wing to deal with.

(Part of her also idly wondered if they were ticklish.)]

I'm fine if I don't raise my arms that high.

[That's what the public decency shawl was for. And keeping her shoulders warm.]

[activatingcombatmode]

[Eren isn't the only one who is suffering from trying to find appropriate clothing. He's gotten a few things but he's so broad in the shoulders that it's hard to find things that fit well. Add large growing black hawk wings into the mix and he's about a day away from just going shirtless all the time.

He's passing by when he notices Eren (it's hard not to notice him with those colourful scales of his) and he has to come over with a frown on his face. Eren seems to be changing quite rapidly. And there's an apology Zack wanted to say to him.]

Eren! Yo!

[usurpers]

[ he’s frowning because he feels dumb feeling a little embarrassed, but at least he’s actually got something good for the girl whenever she’s ready to come back. clothes tailored just for monsters shouldn’t be hard to find. you just need measurements, or the right piece. eren isn’t good at finding these, haha.

zack’s presence doesn’t make eren stray far. he goes right up to him when called, the crazy fabrics in his arms and his torso bare. it accompanies a short wave of his hand, to signify that he was coming over, causing his wingspan to stretch. ]

How’ve you been?

[ he isn’t . . . acting like they fought. ]

[activatingcombatmode]

[Well, at least Zack can hopefully take it as a good sign that Eren isn't pissed off at him. Or at least isn't pissed off on the surface. Zack presses his lips together and notes all the fabrics. Shopping is a pain.]

Uh. Alright. How are you...?

[It's a bit awkward. And Zack runs a hand through his dark hard and over one horn.]

How are you doing?

[Asking the same sort of question twice in a row. Yep.]