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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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Doesn't sound like it was for the brooms. When one of us found the cave, it's like they had no choice but to play along if they didn't want exposure. [ it was for their presence as a whole. he wishes he could dab into just a little more of what they were doing— the best, at least for right now, he supposes, is to exchange the info and see a point pinned somewhere among the overlaps. ] Someone's using this place for something.
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[ Well, Yako’s vaguely aware of them, anyway, but she doesn’t know most of their names. She glances off into the forest, considering. ]
I’ve been wondering this for a little while now, but who do the Wilders really answer to? I thought that they worked under the Coven’s direction, but...
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[ because this is exactly the thing he’s thinking, and if they’re operating under secrecy . . . it could mean a lot. why they’re even here in the first place could be tied to it. ]
He was in charge of the mission in Smugha Cave, and the witches that were there this month answer to him.
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Darrus ... [ She echoes, frowning thoughtfully. ] He must be Bonded to a Witch to be able to go out into the Wilde, right?
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[ write that down yako WRITE THAT DOWN ]
Conjuration and Evocation are her strong points.