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middaeg2019-12-04 12:14 pm
selfishwish) wrote in middaeg2019-12-04 12:14 pm
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[OPEN] Hold hands, wish the snow away
Who: Momiji Sohma & You!
When: Catch-all for Dec. but primarily pre-Snow Way Out.
Where: Around Aef! (Silver Belles, the Market District, the Entertainment District)
What: Quests, cuddles, obnoxious shape-changing impersonations, and other ways to try to keep from going stir-crazy when you're a borderline feral bunny.
Warnings: N/A, will update as needed.
1. Substitute Burrows (Silver Belles)
The season's first snow is exciting and distressing all at once. Momiji runs out first thing in the morning to play in it, and for hours after he can be found in the streets around the Haven stockpiling snowballs and trying to give his greatest masterpiece, a snowpuca, a suitable pair of rabbit ears.
But there's something about the cold that sticks with him after, and huddling by the fireplace back inside somehow doesn't shake it off. He doesn't have a name for the feeling, though it feels like an approximation is constantly on the tip of his tongue. It's like homesickness made physical almost. Like everything, even Kyo's apartment, is too big and too empty and foreign all around him. For a couple nights, he lies awake, bundled underneath an extra blanket, and thinks hard about whether Kyo would kick him out from underneath the covers if he tried to crawl in with him to cuddle up. (He decides the answer is definitely yes, though, so he doesn't try.)
So, it is perhaps less the extra work hours and more other factors that has him signed up to pick up spare shifts at Silver Belles by the end of the week. He's...not entirely sure if the place is supposed to be like a host club would at home? But that is how he approaches the job, anyway! He picks out one of his most dapper outfits, with a bowtie over his powder-blue jacket, and greets his guests with fawning but sincere attention and a glowing smile and a little menu sheet of hot drinks and sweets the place has on hand.
If they'd rather keep warm more literally, though--even better. He'll happily nestle into a booth or retrieve a suitably comfortable blanket to drape around himself and a guest. He doesn't have to play-act how nice it is just to curl in against someone's side or clamber onto their lap and cling close, batting eyelids up at them.
"Cozy?"
2. Borrowed Faces
His day job, though, is still at Particularly Good Finders. And sometimes when the office's caseload runs into a slow patch--which the holiday season seems to have encouraged--the resident puca-detectives entertain themselves by giving their most junior assistant homework assignments in the finer arts of their kind.
Lately, since he started to be able to control his shape-changing, the lessons are mostly about mimicry. It's one thing to sound like someone else, another to look like them, and yet another to play the part convincingly. Mostly he practices smaller animals at first, but people are much harder! His early efforts all have a certain schoolyard-in-the-uncanny-valley effect to them, like someone gave the proverbial three children piled into a trenchcoat access to hologram technology.
This is why, for the first week of Deceuril, you may turn around in the marketplace or in a shop and find yourself staring unexpectedly back at your doppelganger, browsing the same stock as you or waiting patiently behind you in line, studying the menu board with an aping of the same contemplative look you were wearing moments before.
Admittedly, the hardest part is not breaking into giggles every time he catches his target looking.
"Hi there!" is his typical greeting, though often as not it comes out in the voice of a pixieish teenage boy. He has to clear his throat and try again to attempt an actual imitation...but, give him credit, the second attempt's often eerily spot-on.
"I mean--ahem--hi there."
3. Espionage & Other Harmless Pastimes (Undercover)
There's really only one thing that fully eases that lingering, inexplicable discomfort, though, and that is being where he's Not Supposed To.
Quite possibly the City Watch's Lead Investigator wasn't seeking to recruit plucky schoolkids when she started circulating the word looking for help from the Mirrorbound. But he's already seen what lurking, anti-Monster sentiment looks like when it's able to keep to the shadows the once, and the thought of it still makes him feel--well, like he wants to bite someone, to put it civilly. That's another new feeling he hardly knows what to do with.
There's something uniquely satisfying, then, about spending his nights slipping in places he shouldn't all for the sake of that cause. He tries to be good about not going alone! He's plenty happy to be smuggled into the latest target with someone bigger (and more capable of throwing a punch), tucked into their coat pocket in an even-rabbitier-than-usual guise. But some nights there's just no finding a Responsible Adult around, while that gambling den tucked away in the Entertainment District is still clearly bustling, wealthy figures in winter cloaks slipping in and out in a constant stream through the back entrance...
On those nights, not infrequently, one can find a familiar-looking blond boy in the local joint's serving uniform, hustling through the crowd like he's clearly supposed to be there. He's missing, though, the long ears and fur and buckteeth that would mark him normally. (It's a weird feeling, honestly, mimicking yourself.) As long as he keeps away from the attention of the actual management, he can see and hear a lot--
Though, keeping up even that mild shape-changing for long can be very tiring. One might, while creeping around oneself, turn into a wine cellar and find a little, blond puca propping himself up against the shelfing, glamour dropped for the moment, panting with exertion.
4. Wildcard!
[OOC: Any ideas that don't fit naturally under one of the prompts above are great too, if you want to get up to something with 'Miji for the month! Feel free to ask if you have any questions. Also, bracket-tags and prose are both fine!]
When: Catch-all for Dec. but primarily pre-Snow Way Out.
Where: Around Aef! (Silver Belles, the Market District, the Entertainment District)
What: Quests, cuddles, obnoxious shape-changing impersonations, and other ways to try to keep from going stir-crazy when you're a borderline feral bunny.
Warnings: N/A, will update as needed.
1. Substitute Burrows (Silver Belles)
The season's first snow is exciting and distressing all at once. Momiji runs out first thing in the morning to play in it, and for hours after he can be found in the streets around the Haven stockpiling snowballs and trying to give his greatest masterpiece, a snowpuca, a suitable pair of rabbit ears.
But there's something about the cold that sticks with him after, and huddling by the fireplace back inside somehow doesn't shake it off. He doesn't have a name for the feeling, though it feels like an approximation is constantly on the tip of his tongue. It's like homesickness made physical almost. Like everything, even Kyo's apartment, is too big and too empty and foreign all around him. For a couple nights, he lies awake, bundled underneath an extra blanket, and thinks hard about whether Kyo would kick him out from underneath the covers if he tried to crawl in with him to cuddle up. (He decides the answer is definitely yes, though, so he doesn't try.)
So, it is perhaps less the extra work hours and more other factors that has him signed up to pick up spare shifts at Silver Belles by the end of the week. He's...not entirely sure if the place is supposed to be like a host club would at home? But that is how he approaches the job, anyway! He picks out one of his most dapper outfits, with a bowtie over his powder-blue jacket, and greets his guests with fawning but sincere attention and a glowing smile and a little menu sheet of hot drinks and sweets the place has on hand.
If they'd rather keep warm more literally, though--even better. He'll happily nestle into a booth or retrieve a suitably comfortable blanket to drape around himself and a guest. He doesn't have to play-act how nice it is just to curl in against someone's side or clamber onto their lap and cling close, batting eyelids up at them.
"Cozy?"
2. Borrowed Faces
His day job, though, is still at Particularly Good Finders. And sometimes when the office's caseload runs into a slow patch--which the holiday season seems to have encouraged--the resident puca-detectives entertain themselves by giving their most junior assistant homework assignments in the finer arts of their kind.
Lately, since he started to be able to control his shape-changing, the lessons are mostly about mimicry. It's one thing to sound like someone else, another to look like them, and yet another to play the part convincingly. Mostly he practices smaller animals at first, but people are much harder! His early efforts all have a certain schoolyard-in-the-uncanny-valley effect to them, like someone gave the proverbial three children piled into a trenchcoat access to hologram technology.
This is why, for the first week of Deceuril, you may turn around in the marketplace or in a shop and find yourself staring unexpectedly back at your doppelganger, browsing the same stock as you or waiting patiently behind you in line, studying the menu board with an aping of the same contemplative look you were wearing moments before.
Admittedly, the hardest part is not breaking into giggles every time he catches his target looking.
"Hi there!" is his typical greeting, though often as not it comes out in the voice of a pixieish teenage boy. He has to clear his throat and try again to attempt an actual imitation...but, give him credit, the second attempt's often eerily spot-on.
"I mean--ahem--hi there."
3. Espionage & Other Harmless Pastimes (Undercover)
There's really only one thing that fully eases that lingering, inexplicable discomfort, though, and that is being where he's Not Supposed To.
Quite possibly the City Watch's Lead Investigator wasn't seeking to recruit plucky schoolkids when she started circulating the word looking for help from the Mirrorbound. But he's already seen what lurking, anti-Monster sentiment looks like when it's able to keep to the shadows the once, and the thought of it still makes him feel--well, like he wants to bite someone, to put it civilly. That's another new feeling he hardly knows what to do with.
There's something uniquely satisfying, then, about spending his nights slipping in places he shouldn't all for the sake of that cause. He tries to be good about not going alone! He's plenty happy to be smuggled into the latest target with someone bigger (and more capable of throwing a punch), tucked into their coat pocket in an even-rabbitier-than-usual guise. But some nights there's just no finding a Responsible Adult around, while that gambling den tucked away in the Entertainment District is still clearly bustling, wealthy figures in winter cloaks slipping in and out in a constant stream through the back entrance...
On those nights, not infrequently, one can find a familiar-looking blond boy in the local joint's serving uniform, hustling through the crowd like he's clearly supposed to be there. He's missing, though, the long ears and fur and buckteeth that would mark him normally. (It's a weird feeling, honestly, mimicking yourself.) As long as he keeps away from the attention of the actual management, he can see and hear a lot--
Though, keeping up even that mild shape-changing for long can be very tiring. One might, while creeping around oneself, turn into a wine cellar and find a little, blond puca propping himself up against the shelfing, glamour dropped for the moment, panting with exertion.
4. Wildcard!
[OOC: Any ideas that don't fit naturally under one of the prompts above are great too, if you want to get up to something with 'Miji for the month! Feel free to ask if you have any questions. Also, bracket-tags and prose are both fine!]
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A less toothy and now slightly mischievous grin. Okay, so it was maybe kind of obvious, but he wasn't trying hard to be subtle or anything...! And if she admits it's working, there's even less reason for him to quit.
"And I want you to take me flying sometime," he adds playfully. "I'm not that heavy, so you could prob'ly carry me once your wings get strong enough...!"
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But at least she has actual proof to back up that claim!
"I've actually carried a guy bigger than you just fine while flying." 'Just fine' may be an overenthusiastic exaggeration, but still.. "Actually, that guy was your.. I think he's your cousin, right? The guy with the orange hair who loves getting into fights."
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It doesn't sound like the two of them really know each other? Then again, he wouldn't put it past Kyo to just not introduce himself even after getting a free ride. Either way, he perks one long ear curiously.
"...mm, I bet we could probably go twice as high, though! He's like twice as big as me."
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"He was about to have a fall, so I grabbed him and put him back on the ground. He definitely did feel a lot heavier than you'd be though." Which is a good thing, since she was struggling to hold onto Kyo in the air. Not exactly a comfortable flying experience.
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He says the last in a playfully long-suffering tone, as if Asahi's "Sohmas rescued" count weren't still weighted heavily in his favor. Kyo's brand of trouble normally had more of a risk of physical injury, at least! Or had, outside of Aefenglom.
"Yeah! He doesn't look that big, but he's probably all fur and muscle, anyway--and I could shrink down, too, probably! Then it'd be even easier."
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She would have added that she would have done the same for most people if she saw them fall - unless she knew they were seriously bad people. But Asahi isn't too sure she can claim to be that good, so she instead swallows the other words back down and only lets the thanks go out of her mouth.
"But it's probably better if you just stay the way you are now if we try the whole flying deal. If I'm going to be flying around with these wings carrying a tiny boy, we're going to look like some kind of fairytale." Her tone is a little lighter as she says that, so she probably means that at least partially as a joke.