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middaeg2019-08-23 04:44 pm
selfishwish) wrote in middaeg2019-08-23 04:44 pm
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[OPEN] You clean out your junk-drawer; you mop up some blood
Who: Momiji Sohma and you!
When: Aguril 23
Where: Around Aefenglom: The Shopping & Harbor Districts
What: After his first full moon and some exciting dreams, Momiji gets to experience his first real monster change! (It bites.)
Warnings: Mild body horror (teeth); underage drinking, technically
1. Shopping District
[Momiji'd had a toothache since the night of the full moon--except not quite. It was difficult to describe exactly. His teeth didn't hurt so much as the roof of his mouth, almost under them, a steady, boring ache. It had started as a mild throb, around when the sun had set, then grown steadily worse ever since. It was still there after he'd come to from the dream, then almost too much to bear the day after.
Then, today, he woke in a haze and coughed and stared down at his hand and the spots of blood and at his four front teeth scattered across his pillow. In the bathroom mirror, once he's finished panicking, he can see the start of new ones beginning to emerge in their place--bigger and already curving in a way a human's shouldn't as they force their way into the light.
And it still hurts! Not quite as much as before, but enough that he can't simply throw himself back in bed and pretend this was all another bad dream--
This is how the Rabbit ends up poking through the unlicensed apothecaries in the Shopping District, one hand covering his mouth, the other jingling cune coins in his pocket as he looks over dried herbs and teas and other pain remedies. He can't afford most of the fancier-looking ones, and he's not sure about some of the cheaper offerings. There are quite a few unidentifiable powders.
He's about ready to give up, when he spies a display of roots and other forage hanging against a wall, and impulse hits. Without even thinking, he stands on tip toes to snatch a longer, firmer looking one from its bin and immediately pops it into his mouth and begins gnawing vigorously.]
Mf--ahh...[Weirdly enough, it really helps, and the blond visibly relaxes some, chewing away--until he looks up to find the apothecary staring pure venom across at him.] I'mf gonna pay forf it.
[He snaps back, mouth half-full.]
2. Harbor District - Outside the Sly Seadog
[He's supposed to have an early shift waiting tables, towards the evening, but he goes in only to beg off for the night. By now, the pain's a little less pronounced, and his new teeth have emerged far enough that he's at least not ducking his head and hiding his face each time he speaks.
But--he's just not up to it after the past week. And how's he supposed to face guests without a sunny smile?Clearly, people come to the Seadog for the warm service.
He gets yelled at, but apparently he looks haggard enough for his excuses to be believable, too, because come sunset he can be found sitting out near the front of the pub with a mug of cider one of the bartenders pressed into his hand. He's reasonably sure it's not the kind of cider he's supposed to be drinking, either, but the hint of warmth it offers is nice. He alternates between little sips of that and nibbling at the (now rather worn) root he's carrying with him.
If anyone happens to take notice of the teen hanging outside a sailor's bar, he'll wave them down and chat as if it were the most normal thing in the world. If his mug's empty, he might also suggest that if they're stepping inside they could ask if the barkeep will refill it for him...]
When: Aguril 23
Where: Around Aefenglom: The Shopping & Harbor Districts
What: After his first full moon and some exciting dreams, Momiji gets to experience his first real monster change! (It bites.)
Warnings: Mild body horror (teeth); underage drinking, technically
1. Shopping District
[Momiji'd had a toothache since the night of the full moon--except not quite. It was difficult to describe exactly. His teeth didn't hurt so much as the roof of his mouth, almost under them, a steady, boring ache. It had started as a mild throb, around when the sun had set, then grown steadily worse ever since. It was still there after he'd come to from the dream, then almost too much to bear the day after.
Then, today, he woke in a haze and coughed and stared down at his hand and the spots of blood and at his four front teeth scattered across his pillow. In the bathroom mirror, once he's finished panicking, he can see the start of new ones beginning to emerge in their place--bigger and already curving in a way a human's shouldn't as they force their way into the light.
And it still hurts! Not quite as much as before, but enough that he can't simply throw himself back in bed and pretend this was all another bad dream--
This is how the Rabbit ends up poking through the unlicensed apothecaries in the Shopping District, one hand covering his mouth, the other jingling cune coins in his pocket as he looks over dried herbs and teas and other pain remedies. He can't afford most of the fancier-looking ones, and he's not sure about some of the cheaper offerings. There are quite a few unidentifiable powders.
He's about ready to give up, when he spies a display of roots and other forage hanging against a wall, and impulse hits. Without even thinking, he stands on tip toes to snatch a longer, firmer looking one from its bin and immediately pops it into his mouth and begins gnawing vigorously.]
Mf--ahh...[Weirdly enough, it really helps, and the blond visibly relaxes some, chewing away--until he looks up to find the apothecary staring pure venom across at him.] I'mf gonna pay forf it.
[He snaps back, mouth half-full.]
2. Harbor District - Outside the Sly Seadog
[He's supposed to have an early shift waiting tables, towards the evening, but he goes in only to beg off for the night. By now, the pain's a little less pronounced, and his new teeth have emerged far enough that he's at least not ducking his head and hiding his face each time he speaks.
But--he's just not up to it after the past week. And how's he supposed to face guests without a sunny smile?
He gets yelled at, but apparently he looks haggard enough for his excuses to be believable, too, because come sunset he can be found sitting out near the front of the pub with a mug of cider one of the bartenders pressed into his hand. He's reasonably sure it's not the kind of cider he's supposed to be drinking, either, but the hint of warmth it offers is nice. He alternates between little sips of that and nibbling at the (now rather worn) root he's carrying with him.
If anyone happens to take notice of the teen hanging outside a sailor's bar, he'll wave them down and chat as if it were the most normal thing in the world. If his mug's empty, he might also suggest that if they're stepping inside they could ask if the barkeep will refill it for him...]
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That hardly looks appetizing.
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[Still, Momiji wrinkles his nose, pouting, as Fionn catches him with his mouth half full of one end of the thing. It's gnarled and knobby, and he's managed to gnaw most of the thick skin, which feels the best against his budding incisors, off nearly half its length by now. If the apothecary had just had ice pops, this would have been so much easier and more dignified for him, but noooo.]
Oh, hey. [He perks up, though, once he's actually glanced upwards and realized why that voice sounded familiar.] I had a dream about you! You're, um-
[Awkward, did he ever actually give the guy who rescued him his name?]
You had a spear and threw a bunch of Witches around.
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I certainly did.
[Even if they do wind up exchanging names in the other thread, who remembers everything that happens in crazy dreams? Either way he's always happy to introduce himself.]
Fionn Mac Cumhaill. I hope I find you in a better situation than the last time, boy?
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Momiji Sohma. I'm glad I got to meet you for real! [Then, a shrug and a small nod.] Nobody's tried to kidnap me yet today, so I guess so.
[He snickers slightly at that, then glances back to the Seadog's entrance.]
Were you coming to get a drink? ...the food here's pretty gross.
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[It does sound like today has been better for him. Kidnap-free and everything. Fionn follows his glance to the bar and his mouth quirks in amusement.]
I was just passing by, but I'll make sure to keep that in mind.
[He nods to the drink in Momiji's hand.]
I assume the drinks are at least passable?
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[The barkeep had said "cider," but it's definitely not like the Mitsuya "cider" they sell in stores back home. Or even like sparkling apple juice--really, he's not sure if they have apples around here to start with!
But it's cold and slightly tart and just alcoholic enough for him to know it without feeling more than the very beginnings of a flush.]
The sailors all buy a lot of them? But probably not just 'cause they taste good.
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A ringing endorsement if I ever heard one. You've thoroughly convinced me. I shall return in a moment.
[He's going to pop into the bar to grab one of those questionable ciders before rejoining Momiji a few minutes later, glass in hand.]
Not bad. A bit weak, but the flavor is fine.