Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked [Open monthly catchall!]

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and you!
When: Throughout October
Where: All around Aef and its outskirts
What: Monthly things! Sewing! Hunting?
Warnings:



I: Blood for Bucks

[Well she thought that it would be a good thing for there to be a supply of blood for vampires. Mary...if Mary was here, she would have offered her blood to him and make sure that he was well fed. But...he was gone. So she could only help the others, like Makoto and...whoever else was a vampire here.

When she went to the bar, she made sure that she went to the bartender, speaking loud enough for others to hear.]

I'm fine with giving a fresh blood donation. It'd be better then doing it in vials for me, I think.

II: Habitat for Refugees

[She was just supposed to be cleaning. She was good at cleaning. And she found herself with...was that a monster child attached to her skirts?

She couldn't tell what kind it was, just that it was...really attached to her leg. And she was already so wobbly.]

I'm not your mother, nor your relation. You can find them elsewhere.

[Nope. Still attached. Gently she made to...poke them with a broom.]

You're aware that I am a stranger yes...?

[Help. Someone. Anyone.]

III: Lights in the Trees

[She'd made sure to get a sword to use just in case, like the volunteers did. And it was actually just...nice to get out of the city for a bit. She wasn't planning to go too far. She didn't want her bond to accidentally snap.

But hearing about the possible lights...it seemed interesting enough to go. While she had been walking for awhile, she made to pause to turn on her Watch with a quiet sigh.]

I may have good night vision, but I don't want to stumble around blind. It's darker then I expected out here.

IV: Hoodie times

[Back at the Knit Wit, after her ad on the network, there were people she was expecting to see for either dressing them, altering their clothing or...getting the measurements of people of getting their measurements or perhaps even-those that were getting their orders in.

Either way, she would look up when she heard the tinkling of the bell, her tail curling and unfurling at the sight of someone coming through the door.]

Good day to you. How can I assist you today?

V: Giving Lessons

[It was all by per-arrangement. She knew there were people who wanted to make pizza, learn to clean, cook-do things they didn't know how to do at home. Because well...not everyone knew it, and she could see that more and more. And that made for a way to ensure that people could survive on their own. So appointments were made and directions were sent to the mansion Caren resided in, so they could knock on the door.

Caren would open the door and motion them inside with a:]

If you could please take off your shoes? And then we can begin.

VI: Pizza pizza

Come in.

[The manse...it smelt like pizza. She appeared from the kitchen, wiping her hands clean.]

Ah, yes, you have an order. Which one is it?

VII:Keep on fallin

[She was trying to move from place to place. And that was a pretty normal thing and normally not a problem at all but...

She was wobbling like a drunk, and she hated it. Maybe she should stay at home and just relax but...it was lonely in there, and she really did not feel like being alone just then. She'd be bored out of her skull in half a second.

But then-maybe someone bumped into her, maybe she just stepped the wrong way-she ended up falling into a feathery puff in the middle of the street.

And while she could sit up, she...couldn't get back onto her feet. Well. Welp. This was embarrassing. And she was pretty sure she left her Watch at home...]

This...is a problem...

VIII: Wildcard

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Comments

[showsnopiety]

That'll be appreciated.

[She does duck down a bit, but she's also enjoying the height. She's used to being so low to the ground that this is kind of nice and new.

Even if she is still getting wet. Ah well, that's what the fire at home is for.]

But after we discuss your life and changes, yes?

[usurpers]

[ his life and changes . . . ]

Some of it. [ the rest ain’t important!! but ah, he can smell toasted coffee beans . . . that’s some good shit. ] Just me?

[showsnopiety]

[That does smell like some dang good coffee. She made a sound, leaning forward slightly.]

Only some?

[She made a soft noise, and made to spread her wings a little. Just enough so the soft feathers would brush over his skin.]

I could speak about myself, but it's more or less...boring, I suppose? Other then my changes into a tiny force of nature.

[usurpers]

[ it tickles his ears and the back of his neck, makes a sound somewhere when flight feathers try to sift past horns and eren needs to adjust. ]

I’d say the same thing about me. [ it just felt— so irrelevant, most of the time. he doesn’t have much habits about speaking of life, and when he’s inspired to, its only some mundane details, he thinks. still, socializing wins his dragon heart. soon, the scent of coffee and the warm safety of a café is upon them, enough that eren sets her down by the back of her legs and waist. ]

“Tiny force of nature”?

[ it was endearing! ]

[showsnopiety]

[She tries to keep Eren from getting tickled but...it was difficult. She huffed, and wrinkled her nose at the dragon.]

It sounds far better then calling myself a chimera, a monster, or a tiny fluffy...thing.

[Her tail twitches against his back. The biggest, fluffiest thing here.]

[usurpers]

[ stop being sugar!!!! her tail is another tickle over his clothes, that, doesn’t seem to get under his skin enough to react as strongly as his bare neck would, but he does eventually follow a brief curl of his hand around the tip of it and letting him wave it off. like one would ruffle hair. ]

What’s wrong with chimera?

[showsnopiety]

[She's not sugar, she's spice!!! Gawd!!! But she still brushes her tail against his hand, like another would a hand touch.]

It's the way they say it. It's what I am, but people are frightened when they see me. I'm an unnatural mix, a creation that should not exist.

I'd rather be feared for what I do, not my looks.

[usurpers]

[ hah— that’s one way to think it. eren’s breath comes out in a small huff through his nose, and his hand settles over her head only to drag down the side of her hair. ]

I respect you. [ it’s much better than being feared, ] Better than feared.

[showsnopiety]

Soft. You're soft.

[She scoffed quietly, and made to gently stroke her hand over his hair and horns.]

You also need to work on your head petting.

[usurpers]

[ he needs to work on it, huh. eren stares for a moment, wordlessly, before he launches his attack.

how about this. ]

[showsnopiety]

[The sound she makes is startled, and we accidentally bats him back, more of a paw smack if anything. Ah...oops.

At least it was soft, with her finger beans and all.]

Work in progress.

[The swiping or the hair messing? Yes.]