middaeg | [open] are you a man or a monster?

Who: Rean and you!
When: The night of August 25th-26th
Where: Various places in the city
What: Rean is going feral!!!!!! Please see this post for more information.
Warnings: This ought to be a T rating! There will be violence, blood, probably some light gore I guess, uh, some choice language most likely.

[I. the coven]

[Something draws Rean to the area of the Coven. He was already close due to the place he's been staying at, but now he is much closer, and he can't think of anything but the ache in his chest. He doesn't have the demon power-- does he? He's not so sure anymore, not with the aggression he's been feeling over minor, daily things. He's tried his best to shove it down so he doesn't worry his friends, and he knows that's a dumb thing to do but he can't help it, he just-- wants this all to stop. He wants it all to go away. And no matter how much he says he's accepting the changes...

The truth is-- sorry, Elliot-- that every time he looks in the mirror and sees that he's traded nails for talons, hair for the fluffiest feathers, he just hates himself. He's a monster and not even in the obvious physical way, because he can't reach out to the people around him and he can't come to terms with what he is.

There's something in his back and he's sure they're going to be wings at some point soon. The pain is agonizing, but it's nothing compared to the sharp daggers of loneliness he feels when he thinks about how he'd tried to form temporary bonds and failed miserably. All he ever does is hurt people. All he ever, ever does is bring ruin to the people around him. But he loves them and he wants to protect them, so he's just-- here, existing, stuck in some awful limbo he never saw himself being in two years ago.

He gazes up at the shadows of the Coven headquarters, and his vision shifts, and he finds himself climbing on top of it. It isn't high enough. He realizes this as he scampers to the top, a sort of half-aware thought. There are more important things, like getting a better look of the land. Is this his territory? Not quite, but he doesn't see any other Monsters right now. If anything, he's...

... kind of hungry, actually.

He watches for shadows, movement in the dark grounds below, not caring how obvious he is. He's on the hunt. Rean-the-human has officially checked out, and Rean-the-harpy is on the move.]

[II. the parliament]

[His search for high places leads him, of course, to the clock tower above Parliament. He leaps from roof to roof with an unsteady grace, a bird that cannot yet fly. But he manages it, even when his talons dig into the shingles of a roof and he makes an ungodly noise as he slips down the side. He catches himself on the gutter and hauls himself back up, and then he makes a flying leap for the actual Parliament building-- only to find himself turned back away quite bodily by some kind of ward. He winces, pulls back, tries again. It's-- hard to describe, something both physical and like a screeching in his head and he hates it, growling and snarling at his inability to approach the building and climb to the top like he wants to. Fucking magic. Maybe he wants to eat it. Maybe he should.

He's mad. He heads for the nearest second story balcony and starts throwing stuff off it, because he can.]

[III. the haven]

[At last he grows tired of these shenanigans and wants to return home to his nest. He hates the people following him, hates that he hurts, hates hates hates. There is something that he needs to protect but he's forgotten what it was, so he defaults to his territory, and heads back to the residential district he's taken up a nest in. Only it's not his normal place but somewhere much much higher-- a mansion belonging to some well-to-do witch family. It seems delicious to him, being a feral Monster, and it's also high enough that he can nestle right there between two spires that just happen to be above their son's room.

It's not hard to find Rean, honestly, with an agitated family screaming in fear and frustration at anyone who will listen. Nor is he trying to hide-- he's just hauling soft stuff up to the roof so he can curl up on it, and uh, incoherently snarling and roaring at anyone who comes close.

He's also filched some shiny things to decorate his nest, like a metallic mirror, a few blown glass charms to hang from the spires above him, and a pile of shiny silver coins.]

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[As much as he tries not to care about anything going on that doesn't concern him, Shinjiro does still occasionally let his curiosity get the best of him. And with a wild scene down one of the streets on his way back home, of course he's going to nose in and get a look.

A distraught family, yelling about something feral, panicking out loud and wondering if it's someone infected with cwyld, or whatever else, angrily pointing up at the pile of crap on the roof of their house, and backing away in fright when a puffed-up Harpy starts making his way back towards the building on careful talons, carrying whatever new piece he's found up there.

And honestly, there's a temptation to just leave. But the guy doesn't look like the local harpies he's seen around-- the natives tend to have huge wings, and fly around from roof to roof, if possible. This one looks half-formed... which means he's likely a mirrorbound, just like Shinjiro.

Shinjiro, at least, hasn't had too many changes crop up so far, and aside from being kind of shaggy around the edges, is still pretty human passing. And so he probably doesn't stand out so much as he sighs and approaches where Rean is dragging more things back to his nest, cutting off the clearest route and standing fixed in place. And from what he can see of the man's expression and eyes, he's... not sure how much communication will really work.]

Y'know, you're making the rest've us look bad. [It's dryly pointed out as he tilts his head, looking over the harpy. No visible weapons, but that didn't mean shit. The talons looked nasty. His eyes are kind of wild-- but hey, guess he'll just see what happens.]

There's plenty've places for you to squat in over in the haven, how 'bout leaving them alone.

[Rean isn't expecting someone to approach him like this, not after a couple hours of essentially building this beautiful, glorious nest on top of the highest building in the residential district. But here he is, some guy he's never seen before, and he doesn't have that same kind of magical thing about him that makes Rean immediately hungry. Part of him kind of wants a taste anyway though. He wonders in a vague, birdlike way how best to crack him open, like one would a walnut. Drop him from high up? Oh, but his wings aren't working yet.

Rean still has a hold of his newest prize, someone's gaudy as fuck windchimes, and he tilts his head almost upside down as he tries to size up the enemy here. He takes a step to the left. A step to the right. His shoulders rise and fall as he breathes in, and then a low and guttural noise rumbles forth, not a dragon's growl but the warning of a corvid. His hackles rise along with the fluff of his hair and what has spread down his shoulders beneath his collar... He'll deal with getting that thing off later. (That thing, of course, being a black shirt.)

His lips pull back around his teeth. Maybe that wasn't enough. He growls a single word.]

Llleeaaave...!

[This is his territory. His nest. His gorgeous, beautiful whatever the fuck this thing is.

You can't have it.]

Edited 2019-09-04 07:10 (UTC)

[Rean's head tilting nearly 180 probably should have been his first indication that this was A Mistake. But Shinjiro has never been one to back down from a bad idea, so he just... watches that side-to-side shuffle, the adjustment of arms over whatever garish, metallic object he's clutching close to himself.

And so his brows lift up, slightly hidden behind his mess of bangs, as he watches this display. Man, what a pain.]

Yeah, from what I hear, the people over there've been saying that to you for a while.

[Another casual step to the side keeps him at the same distance to Rean, but slightly more between him and returning to the house. At least he can buy some time for the witches to.... who knows what. Get the coven down here? Cops? He has no idea whose responsibility this is, but he does know it'll be easier if this guy stays on the ground.]

You can even keep that bullshit you're holding onto, how 'bout that.

[Rean is absolutely a pain, but he's going to feel terrible about this in a while and probably try to do something to make up for it. For now, though-- he's content to screech. He doesn't care if those people want him gone, this is his territory now and if they won't fight him for it then he wins.

So deal with it.

He notices that Shinjiro is standing between him and the house, and he contemplates just leaping right over his head with his magic, but he's still not very good with it yet. It's fine. And he will keep this shiny bullshit, thanks. He sets it down by his feet and dusts it off awkwardly.

Then he glances back at Shinjiro, the corner of his eye-- and he whirls and charges to tackle him like a football player. There's no warning, really, and no finesse in the attack. He just wants to knock this jackass in the beanie onto his ass.]

[He probably should have expected this. The guy is clearly not in his right mind, seeing as he's stealing and roosting and squawking at people, hair/feather's ruffled up in clear defiance. So of course talking wouldn't do much except buy some time for someone else to show up and step in-- and what time talking didn't fill, apparently fighting would.

What he didn't expect, though, is how fast the guy is. The leaping charge, looking to bodily take him to the ground. With a grunt, he's knocked back-- but used the proximity to grab Rean's shoulders and make sure he's coming down with him.

He's no stranger to stupid brawls, after all. While he could usually avoid them on the street, or shut them down quick enough, there's always a certain kind of person (akihiko, for example) who just won't give up. And he's assuming the harpy's feral brain will be the same. So even before he hits the ground hard on his back, he's pulling Rean in sharply to try and use that gravity and momentum to pull him straight into a solid headbutt.

Fuck finesse.]

[Shinjiro has a pretty good read on the situation, all things considered. Though Rean has training as a soldier, he's without his usual weapon of choice, and he wasn't all that scrappy of a kid either. There's just a difference between testing your sword on hostile wildlife and getting beaten up behind the movie theater, and Rean was definitely the former.

So he's grabbed and dragged down, squawking indignantly as he goes, and then he finds out how hard that skull is personally. It stuns him for a moment so he loses his balance, but his claws are still a danger, and he tries to rake them over Shinjiro's chest. Part harpy, part Tasmanian devil apparently.]

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whew sorry this is so late ;;

It's all good! I was out of town anyway lol.

I hope it was a good trip!