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

Who: Caren and you!
When: Throughout October
Where: All around Aef and its outskirts
What: Monthly things! Sewing! Hunting?
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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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[ ah, yes. he's gone through this wreck. growing pains ached his joints until they grew out of their human proportion, and sometimes they still hurt (nothing but bull white noise, now). eren's feet have lacked shoes for over a month now, clawed and beast-like to resemble the scaled legs of a reptile (and have given him an astounding spurt of height). the pros: having a tail counteracts his lack of balance, leaving his walk an even, fluid stride during the heavy showers of october.

showers that, thank magic, he's protected from. he wears a hood from a loose poncho, and every drop that falls close to his skin triggers the enchanted tattoos underneath fabric, an iridescent orange that contrasts well to the color of his scales. she might see his figure stepping over, kneeling to pick her up— and a rather long, forked tongue from under the hood flickers out. ]

It's where you're throwing your weight.

[ he's— way too tall now, long haired, way too deep voiced to have the same baby face he used to before earning a trip to the black city. It's almost awkward to lift her up completely without having to hunch drastically, so halfway up, it's his tail that gives the back of her legs somewhere thick to lean on. ]

[She's not alone in missing Mary. It's strange in Aefenglom without him, even though Giorno's only known him a few months — but maybe that isn't so strange, considering all the people he's counted as friends became so within just a few very difficult days. Normal, then, to miss him, even though he's trying to push the feeling away.]

[Desmodus is a whole other problem to be tackled. It's a brilliant idea and a very practical one. Too bad Giorno's so violently vampire-phobic while simultaneously being a very hungry vampire. He's uncharacteristically wallflowering here until he sees a familiar face and cocks his head at her.]

[Caren. She's fine. He thinks she's fine. He should walk over and take her up on the offer. His feet should go ahead and walk over to her. Locomoting. Do it. Yeah.]

[Any second now it's gonna happen.]

[It's strange not seeing him all gleeful about the hoodie she gifted him. It was true she more or less treated him like a child but sometimes...he cut right into the root of things. And he was kind. Kindness was something precious in her life.

Desmodus was something she hadn't even known existed until this need had arisen, but...maybe she could help out, a little. She still didn't know much about vampires, but she thought-even with becoming so much animal-that she could render some assistance.

The bartender didn't dither exactly, but it seemed Giorno had been spotted acting like a teenager at their first dance. She nodded over, and Caren glanced over to see...

Someone she could actually banter with. Her eyes lit up, and she drifted over, with only a few wobbles here and there.]

Giorno? It's been too long.

[Yeah she was. Low key excited to see him in her own way. Don't make her pounce.]

[She was used to all sorts of pains but the inability to walk...she felt a little indignant about it. Her legs weren't broken nor were her nerves, she just...couldn't walk properly.

She tensed up at first, thinking that it was something she had to fight but it was...a dragon?

Caren gaped at him. Why was this stranger helping her up? Common decency? That was still weird]

But my feet are still...

[Her mind finally clicks, and she slips, needing to grab onto his arm. Wait. Wait. The arm wings, the scent...]

Eren?

Growing?

[ was that what she was going to say? before she realized who she was talking to? it didn't matter much in the end— eren was still here, towering over her (chest, she barely reaches the apex of his chest), a sturdy wall for her to steady herself next to and arm to her just for that.

he tugs the hood of his poncho down just enough to keep from obscuring his face with shadows, closer to the roots of hair from his forehead. yes, it is eren. he nods and only watches her, evolving into a constant headbob as sign that he sees her, greets her— and with a forked tongue wagging about the air, to smell her too. ]

Human.

[She corrects, and she's just...leaning against a very large chest. She blinks rain out of her eyes, and moves to lean up, shaking a little as she pressed up on her toes-but she made to press her nose against his skin and scales, long forked tail or no. Yes, she was smelling him. And she might be bunting him.

A little.]

It is you. You were tall before but...your face has changed.

[Don't mind her. She's reaching to touch a cheek.]

It's not bad it's just...startling.

[As promised, Justine arrives at work that morning looking to be in higher spirits than she'd been in the last month. It's odd returning to the store after so long but she comfortably settles back into the routine she knows.

Towards the end of her shift she walks over to Caren, a warm smile curving the edges of her mouth.]

It's good to be back.

I hadn't realized I missed it so much.

[There she is. It's been a rushed month last month, with everything being out of place, people they knew being gone but...she didn't know exactly why Justine had not come to work. But she'd respected her space, and only waited for her to decide to come or not.

But this...the routine is easy, and it's as if the brunette had never been gone.]

You were missed too, not just by myself. There were patrons that missed you. I believe I've had to turn away more then five muffin baskets from well meaning persons.

[A beat, and:]

Truly, it's lovely to see you again.

[ he is okay with this, for the record. he's constantly smelling and licking people all at once, sniffing him is never a problem. even if it weirded him out once when he was younger. the tables have turn! ]

I've been getting that. [ not without reason, and he won't discard it, but. it happened? ] Long trips happen.

[ he isn't even talking about just dorch. ]

[It's typical, really, that these two events would align but Diarmuid refuses to let a little thing like sudden, distressing transformation into a deer-man get in the way of his sewing lesson. Standing at Caren's door is an altogether changed version of the Lancer she knows; among his most obvious transformations are a pair of downy deer ears, small horns and a light, spotted pattern across his cheeks. At least he still has hands to sew with- although, as Caren invites him in and his new senses pick up her decidedly feral scent, they don't feel quite so steady. Immediately, his ears go back, swiveling anxiously as he realises he's face to face with a potential-

No- no, he needs to get a grip. This is absurd. He's a warrior, for goodness sake, not a trembling faun.]

Forgive my being late. I... was otherwise engaged.

[Translation: trying to find a sartorial solution that best accommodates his new, fluffy tail. In the end, he had settled on cutting a hole- it's just slightly too small and incredibly uncomfortable for it- in the back of his trousers and hoping no one notices the botch job.

Ah, and that's another thing that won't stay still. Try as he might, his tail is every bit as twitchy as his ears.]

You can probably guess why.

[Yeah, once you change more and more...little things don't matter as much. Like sniffing someone as for confirmation that they are who they say they are. She'd be disgusted by the licking but hey-they're not doing it so they're cool.]

Somehow, I'm not surprised.

[She glanced him over-or tried to-then gave a mental shrug. Ah well.]

You were gone for some time. I'd say we should go somewhere and catch up but...

[She grimaces.]

It may take me awhile to get there.

Oh, and I think I may have an extra project too.

[Her voice was wry, even if there was a nose flare and a particular gleam in her eyes. He smells like food but she remembers Wolf's words-she's not an animal. It's not in charge, and she needs to remember who's in charge-it's her, not it.

She steps back, careful to tuck her wings behind her back-though her tail was making a little tick, and curled gently, clearly interested in what she was saying.

No doubt she wasn't the only person who thought he was tasty.]

I made tea and snacks; they're in the living room. And if you don't mind sitting under a blanket for a few minutes, I can attempt altering your pants.

[ viren's -- not really quite here out of the goodness of his heart, but had hoped he'd been able to chat up some fellow refugees for information-seeking purposes. no luck as extracting anything new.

it's been long enough since he'd see caren that he almost does a double-take. ... most of immediate note, there seems to be a child attached to her leg. he only hesitates in so much as he's unsure if he wants to get involved; after a moment of dawdling, he's approaching, moving to scoop the little monster up by the back of their shirt collar. ]

Off.

[ hopefully, you know, the kid actually heeds that... ]

[Viren is trying to do what he can, which well-that's helpful enough. She's not surprised at his reaction to her new form-she's gone under some dramatic transformations in the past few months.

Still, she's started, and she has to try and plant the broom on the floor, handle side down from the sudden weight lack on her person.]

Viren? That's-thank you but-

[Oh. Oh no. Is that-yup. The little monster looks like it's about to start wailing.]

[ oh for shit's sake. in all of viren's years of parenting, easy to say this is something he's dealt with before. does that make it welcome? no, not quite. ]

[ viren settles the child down (though, still holding to their collar; it wouldn't do for the kid to be magnetized right back to caren). there there, there are plenty of other people to bother - ]

[ a sigh. and in his best "i am a patient man, really," voice: ]

Ms. Caren needs to clean for now. When she's finished, she would be happy to spend some time with you.

[ right, caren.. ]

[Rid of most of his usual finery for the purpose of getting his hands dirty, Red Wine has been working during the day in trousers and a linen shirt to save the rest of his clothing from ruin. With his hair neatly tied back, a couple of slim bandages wrapped around his fingers from minor mishaps, he'd be all too inconspicuous if not for the blood red eyes, pointed ears and sharp canines that already mark him as 'vampiric'.]

Mm. Let me. [He doesn't pass by the woman in distress, but crouches and holds his hand out to the small child.]

Here, come on, now. The lady is very busy.

[He did seem rather...posh? For all that he dressed down to help with the cleaning and everything. She would have thought him one of the nobility but...the ears. She thought that most of the nobles were human.

As for his tactic...well...

"But she's FLUFFY! And you're scary!" Which made the child cling tighter to her leg. And she wobbled, grabbing at his shoulder for support.]

My apologies...

[This is awful, she hates this, why is this happening.]

[Caren was not much for parenting. So she had to watch, fascinated, as Viren took over. She watched, quiet and staying still as possible as the wail was cut off, and the little monster stared up at Viren with big (slightly teary) eyes.]

"And she'll fly? I want her to fly and tell me stories!"

[Uuuuuuuh. Caren shot Viren a rather baffled look. How do kids function.]

I apologize, but I can't fly yet. My muscles aren't strong enough.

[Which was true. She hadn't even gone for test flights yet.]

[ for now. eren dips his head, inquisitive, and also because fuck you’re tiny . . . lmao. ]

I’m not in a rush. [ though worry not— he won’t actually leave her hanging. eren’s pain threshold was abominable, and his sense of independence grand, but he knows what it is to have growing pains and being completely off balance. he pulls up the draping sleeves of his poncho and holds his hand out to her, needing to lean some to find a successful height. ] Pick a place.

[ he didn’t have a preference. ]

[Diarmuid winces, one hand immediately moving to try and cover ~~what's left of his dignity~~ the offending rip.]

Ah... you caught me out already. [He's only surprised that she's taking it easy on him about it.] Thank you, I'd appreciate that.

[With a grateful smile, he slips ahead of her and into the living room. As expected, it's bigger than his own apartment; he more or less expected someone with a bearing like Caren's to pick somewhere a little more up market. As he looks around, his ears are pricked up with interest.]

You have a beautiful home, Miss Ortensia.

It's alright. I've been called worse things.

[He gives a small smile to the clinging child, and shifts his weight slightly to make it easier for Caren to balance against his shoulder. His hand is still out, though he doesn't make to grab at the child - at this point, doing that could only make things worse.

Red Wine glances up at her, deep red eyes lit with faint amusement.]

Maybe we'd both have an easier time if I took the broom instead.

[Oh no she was caught eyeing his butt. Oops.]

I see it happen often, one way or the other. I'll be there in a moment.

[She slips around, and comes back moments later with a blanket. Her home, she supposes, is elegant, though some of the more frail artiso things are gone. She's had to do some clean up when her home was invaded by anti Coven people.]

You're too kind to me Lancer. I must admit, most of my attention has been devoted to the kitchen and to the gardens-I've mostly cleaned the other quarters.

But thank you. Do you live in the barracks? The cottages?

[She's grateful, and her expression shows it for the support-though it turns to dismay for a few moments as she realizes what he's about.

Is she going to have to give child care? Alone? She doesn't know how to handle tiny people!]

I...suppose so.

[She offers the broom, even as she finds herself-not by her choice, but that of her unstable legs-sitting on the ground. And the child decides to transfer themself from her legs to her very fluffy tail.]

Ah...is this...normal? For children to do?

[She made a motion as to all of it. She could feel tiny hands going over her fur, and it felt weird.

Help.]

[The size difference...it's absolutely ridiculous.

But before he completely pulls away, she offers him a quick nuzzle on the cheek-more animalistic then human there-before pulling away. As much as she could at least-and she took his hand.]

There's a coffee place nearby. Maybe a few blocks.

That should do.

[She's not going to hobble in the rain longer then she has to.]

Yes. [It seemed the easier option, all said and done, over pulling the child away forcefully and creating a scene. If he's going to gain a poor reputation it most assuredly won't be because of anything he did. Not deliberately, in any case.

He takes the broom, and carefully catches her arm under the elbow when she topples to make sure she doesn't hit the ground too hard.]

It's probably comforting. [And, without any preamble, he takes up the task of cleaning.] What might I call you? My name is Red Wine.

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

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i. i am real sorry about him.

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