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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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[Momiji simply nods and takes a moment to lean over the counter and write out a brief explanation and apology. At the bottom, he appends his name, where he's staying, and a note listing the days he usually works at the Seadog.
Then he pushes it back across the counter for Akutagawa's approval, with only a little wince at the latest threat. He's going to take it as a positive sign that they're getting less grisly.]
It's alright. I'm staying with my cousin, and I get tips at work, so...I'll be okay. [He manages a somewhat shaken smile at that. Akutagawa acts tough, but he's concerned about his well-being! Clearly he's not entirely scary.] You're not going to get in trouble with the owner for letting me take it, are you?
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he could do without the waterworks though. ]
Alright. If the shop owner chooses to make arrangements with you, you had better not complain. I imagine this root will last you for some time, so don't do anything foolish like this again-- especially on my watch.
[ indeed, akutagawa just wanted to watch out for the store. he's the meticulous sort who believes anything worth doing is worth doing right, and he'll stake his life on a job well done. yup, that's all it is, he isn't a somewhat decent person deep down or anything!!! especially when it comes to dumb, pitiful kids...!! ]
I wager I would get in even more trouble for putting a contaminated food item back among the rest of the products. There's no need to worry about such a thing at this point. You cannot un-bite what has been bitten.
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[He's definitely learned his lesson about looking for a price tag, first.
By the time he finishes filling out his note, the rush from the fear and his swelling fight-or-flight instinct has started to taper off, and he just feels drained--and also like his teeth still sorta hurt. So, once Akutagawa confirms that the root's a lost cause, he scoops it back up and (somewhat sheepishly) digs back in. But he does at least pop it back out long enough to add:]
So-o...I should get out of your hair, prob'ly. Sorry again for the trouble.
[It's hard to peg the wide-eyed look he gives Akutagawa as he starts edging for the door. It's partly wary, still, and partly curious. He can't quite decide whether the turnskin is actually as frightening as he seemed at first and just decided that stripping him for parts would be more extra work than it was worth--or if maybe he was just being so cold and fierce as part of his job. (...like a guard dog! Just because they growled and barked at strangers didn't mean they were bad!)]
And, um. Thanks??
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[ akutagawa glances down at the note's signature to catch the boy's name. momiji, huh... he'll have to remember it. maybe even check up on him one of these days-- again, not because he's secretly pretty okay deep down!!! ]
Now, off with you, before I change my mind about all this.