(semi-open!)

[usurpers]

Who: eren, four, lagertha and others!
When: throughout october!
Where: various!
What: quests, other plans and possibly event prompts! all in one post for less log cluttering.
Warnings: drinking in the open prompt!



plotting comment here, for each character! if you’d like a custom top level or tag into open ones, feel free to do so, or hmu for planning!!

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@ henry

[foursakes]

[ the wilde was a good place to let off so much steam, four has realized. her sister has returned to her, yet they hardly spend as much time together as four would've liked (spoiler: no amount of time would be enough for four). she's beginning to suspect her roommate is a ho. it's a coincidence to find the wilders hunting down lights when four sets out to slay some unruly beasts, her combat gauntlet over her punching hand (that's healed now, good riddance and fuck that green haired thot). one of the lights blink through the night's darkness, though four had yet to show interest enough in following.

she'd look at the ground frequently, testing the dirt, then be completely appalled at the idea of nesting here, close to the waters that call her. she fights every part of her that's different now, and that alone doesn't bode well for her emotional state. she's getting angrier. her songs become more vocal on a silent quest to find . . . someone. someone who could fill the hole in her empty, barraged heart full of bullet holes.

maybe someone out there would hear her. an unsuspecting beast, she hopes, to lure them in and take them out like weeds. ]

[morbide]

[Henry reaches out to grasp for one of the floating specters. He fails; it disappears just as he brushes his fingertips against it. He sighs.

There is no reward for climbing all the way up this tall tree, a good thirty meters too high for a human, when the dimness of the forest returns as his final source of light disappears. Not until someone's siren song breaks the eerie silence of the dense forests of the Wilde. Henry freezes; exhales. He scans the ground for movement, and catches something too distant and dark for him to make sense of. A Monster, maybe?

Henry drops from the tree like dead weight, casting a spell to slow his descent. Even with gentle feet, however, the leaves and sticks crackle under his weight as he beholds Four from a better vantage point.]

Hey...! It's you again! [He never caught her name, did he?] The girl who wanted me to out-bitch her! It's been a while, huh?

[Indeed, her haunting tune invites to her a beast in witch's garbs, if it suits her. He smiles like one, teeth bared once he takes note of who his company is — and his smile would've grown even more, if she demonstrated any more physical signs of transforming into a Monster. Speaking of which, Henry gives her a more careful assessment. He tilts his head.]

Aw, but... Didn't you have beautiful black feathers the last I saw you? Right after I burned you alive? [In the dream, she did. Surely it's been enough time for her to grow some in. How odd.]

[foursakes]

[ nervous laughter what the fuck

because four is taken aback enough to stop singing. henry has made a grand entry, and words of recognition shoots her down second after second. you’re that girl, her eyes widen, where are your feathers?, burned you alive— this one remembers that accursed dream as well, and while four’s lips pull apart in silence, she has nothing to say for a good few moments. not even the lights capture her attention. ]

I . . . I do not know what you speak of, Ser.

[ she adopts the oldest form of formality even more than she used to, all thanks to a stormborn, though her voice trembles, quivers with anxiousness, and the metallic click of her gauntlet creaks as she brings her fingers together. ]

I do not recall such things to happen to me, and— much less you. [ which had been a fairly massive lie, even the odd curl of four’s brows at the man, as if silently calling this all too strange, but everything to save what she had left of her skin. ] I’m sorry.