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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 (![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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. ]
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 (
Warnings: n/a will add as needed
ＹＯＵ ＬＯＯＫ ＬＩＫＥ ＡＮ ＡＮＧＲＹ ＬＩＺＡＲＤ
[ 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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Absolutely, those two schools would form a really powerful combination. [ Sudden fridge logic: if he wanted to create a Bounded Field those schools would be the ones that he'd use ] A mystic boundary line that separates the inside from the outside, preserving an area or hiding it away... maybe add Illusion or Transmutation on top of that for different effects... hm.
[ Okay, now he's thinking-out-loud. Cut off on the magical mumbo-jumbo, no one needs it. ]
I'd use runes to keep the field up, but a powerful Witch probably doesn't need that. They could anchor the Enchantment straight into the architecture of the place. Especially with leyline just below.
[ A beat and a sudden shift of the topic. ]
They miss a lot of the records, don't they? Wilders, Coven, Collage. Everywhere we look missing books, lost names and forgotten facts. That Dewaint survivor is like an exception.
[ What he can offer on the Bond line is... calm. Maybe a little doubt in it, but still, a calm mind to answer the agitation. He puts his hand on Lex shoulder in soothing gesture. ]
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They might be doing that with the wall around Aefenglom, to protect from the Cwyld, [ she muses; she is, at least, momentarily distracted by magical theory. ] Makes sense that they could do it here. If it were corrupted, though... I mean, the pools are. Were?
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[ that was . . . interesting, though. the pools, and how they may be doing something here because they couldn't in aefenglom. the magic and such.
it's the hidden part that makes him go wild. not because it could be something wrong, fuck that. it's what this will cause and what kind of effect it'll have on them and their stay, or, their leave. ]
I heard someone at the Parliament say that they're allowed to keep secrets, [ a gesture ] but that the Wilders didn't have the right to do the same.
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[ King and his advisors should know everything, but that makes their secrets even more important... Metaphorically speaking, since it's Parliament that rules here not king. ]
I didn't get to see these pools but Archer took some blurry photos— [ Back then he didn't pay too much attention to it. Too busy nursing himself back to the commission. Falling into the trap of cramming only Enchantment and runes though he suddenly makes the connection. How disturbed he got definitely can be felt on their link ] Think we could get access to them again? If the Cwyld can infect enchantments.
[ Infect spells themselves. Wouldn't that make the wards walls essentially useless? ]
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[ Secrets. Politics. She hated them both, especially together, and it made her scowl deepen. ]
Probably, though. If they haven't already cleaned them up. Might be guarded or blocked off, since they seemed to make people want to enter them, but... [ A half-shrug. ] We're already here.