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[quickwhip]

Who: Trevor Belmont and you!
When: The night of the full moon and the day after
Where: Aefenglom mostly
What: Treffy finally hits that vampire puberty and turns into a monstrous bat on the full moon. Also finds himself laying around town NOT DRUNK for once but still lost and confused.
Warnings: Nudity, Trevor being Trevor, body horror transformation, swearing. The usual.


01. the transformation, FOR ALUCARD. ( the full moon, cw for body horror )
[ Considering how the LAST full moon went (aka BAD), Trevor had made sure to begrudgingly feed prior to the effects of the full moon taking hold of him since he doesn't wish to have a repeat of last time transpire.

You'd think he'd be in the clear then, right?

Wrong.

Because it's as he's "waking up for the night" that it suddenly hits him right in the center of his chest and he drops the little communicator thing(??) he had been looking through before he konked out for the day. It clatters on the floor of his room, Trevor hunching over as he suddenly feels so hot and nowhere near in a good way. It's with pulling his hands away that he sees the way fingers crack and elongate, hair and veins bulging out as he stares in shock. ]

Oh shit. Alucar-

[ He wants to call for his bonded to ask him what the fuck is going on but he can't and the words fall onto a pained groan which radiates throughout their bond from the feel of it. Trevor's down on his knees, ears beginning to shape and point. Eyes beginning to turn red. ]

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

[ He just... needs to keep it together??? Somehow??? ]


02. the bat. ( the full moon )
[ No longer Trevor fucking Belmont but Trevor... the bat man... throughout the hours of the night, a large, monstrous bat figure can be seen flying around, high above the sky. From the looks of it? It's got pants on. A blessing for anyone witnessing this really.

But it's not just the high skies that he keeps to. Oh no. Because thanks to being able to see and hear everything so much better in the dark like this, why- he might just be up for a bit of fun with someone. Fun as in... swooping down and chasing whoever might be on the streets at this hour. Minding your business by yourself? Hope you don't mind the ungodly sight of a monstrous bat suddenly smiling with sharp teeth behind you, perched on a lamppost or rooftop and looking to chase you through the streets. Or be careful if you turn down a particular alley because you might suddenly be met with a screeching bat in your face.

It's all fun and games, ok?! Maybe. ]


(( please note that bat!Trevor has no intention of trying to suck your blood (he was a good bean and fed prior) but he will absolutely chase you for sport and play a scary bit of hide and seek with you! ))


03. the man. ( morning/afternoon after )
[ Trevor's dealt with a lot of hangovers before, but this one DEFINITELY takes the cake.

It's the warmth of the sun that stirs him. Which, for a hunter-turning-vampire, you'd think he'd been rolling away in pain at those warm rays touching his face. Thankfully?Haven't made those changes yet. But it sure doesn't help him want to get himself up any quicker and really, he could do with another five or ten minutes of sleep.

You know. If he wasn't laying naked in whatever alleyway he's ended up in. Remnants of his shredded clothing lays around in the alley and for a good long while, he's wondering just how much he fucking drank last night before it dawns on him that he... didn't. For once. So that would mean... ugh.

His clothes are absolutely useless, not even a scrap to be used to cover his own Belmonts and he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Sitting there. Cross-legged. In the alley. ]

Ok. This... is not as bad as it looks. Been through worse, right? Always had my clothes, mind you. But it's fine. Just... got to make it back home without anyone screaming bloody murder at me. Right? Right.

[ Pep talk DONE, he reaches for an old coffee can and thinks to use that when... no. No no no. Looks disgusting. Scratch that. So he's just going to grab a couple pieces of newspaper and hold that at his front and back. And move like a cat. Running through the back alleys and streets to try and get to where he needs to be.

Doesn't help that he keeps getting lost, of course. Peeking around this corner and hiding behind that garbage can. He might even end up a tree. Help this disheveled, naked man holding newspapers around him get some clothes??? Maybe??? ]

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[cryptsleeper]

[When Alucard first heard Dorchacht described, he had blanched. Not only for what had happened, but because it felt far too close to what his life might have been like had the fortune of his birth and parents been miserably reversed. The kind of fear it struck into him was a primal thing, the kind of fear brought upon by not only growing up as half-vampire but knowing full well the kind of natural repulsion that came with the mere concept.

So with the news of where Dorchacht stands now, that it seeks to rebuild? How could he not respond by wanting to do something. In this case, it's using the draftsmanship skills he learned from his father to make better buildings - safer, more secure, more friendly to the life that should be extended to those who fall under the heading of monster (which he still hates.)

He designed his own crypt under Gresit, after all. It isn't as if he lacks the skill. Some of the designs are however, he's been told, kind of weird. Because Dracula's idea of good architecture isn't the same as the rest of the world.

Alucad's hunched over a table working on a set of town homes when he hears Trevor. It's bad but--

--full moon. Shit.

Alucard's on his feet in a flash, ignoring the pain as it smacks into him. Trevor's room is only a few feet away, and at the very least, Alucard is there but fast.

He kneels down beside Trevor with a tentative hand on his back.]

I'm here. This is--

[Shit. No bueno, that's what this is.]

[quickwhip]

[ With Alucard by his side, Trevor holds his changing hands up to show the blond, eyes of red staring to him as ears continue to grow sharper and pointer. ]

What the fuck is this, Alucard? How do I... [ a crack of a bone in his shoulder, he reaches down and drags elongated nails across the floor. yeah that fucking hurt ] ...stop this?

[ He drank blood prior???? ]

[cryptsleeper]

Hold on.

[Alucard, in all his due diligence to understand what would be happening to the Belmont at the outset, had compiled a long list of potential changes. They had been placed in a notebook, and Alucard tried to update it when he could. It was all in service of trying to anticipate when the ultimate change would take place, so that both of them could brace for it.

It goes with him everywhere. So Alucard gets to his feet to retrieve the notebook. When he returns with it, there's the sound of pages turning and--

--oh.

Well fuck.]

Full body transformation.

[He hisses the words out, skimming his own notes.]

Unlike the vampires you were raised to fight back home and what I know of my own kind, the ones here can become humanoid bats.....

the belmonts

[usurpers]

[ if anything should be remembered last night— it was being played around with a bat that tasted a lot like one sad trevor belmont. most dragons don’t have patience on full moon, and eren was no different! on top being bonded to a chimera in heat,,,, lord,,, he wanted to find a place, and a person, for the fuq. priorities.

or maybe a bit of fisticuffs. he‘s irritable enough for fisticuffs. trying to beat up a bat is a little on the difficult side if you don’t have the wings for it, but luckily. eren’s own bat-like arms are at full wingspan; let’s just say there was aggressive flight tag involved. fire and near misses, too. until one of them just got tired of it and ghosted (it was eren).

except, now it’s morning! eren doesn’t have a fixed home in the city. he usually emerges from one of his many tunnels, all leading to a rather large lair just underneath aefenglom’s bright wall, or, whichever house he decided to sleep in, for the night. the dragon completes his walk of fame more prepared for the winter chill this month: completely charged rune tattoos, enchanted clothes, heating rocks (and knives) in his pockets and, well. more heat. during his walk to get the day started on errands, a tongue gleefully mapping out his surroundings for him, he comes across a belmont-smelling . . . can, in the trash. did you try to fuck a can, trevor?

if he tried, he didn’t finish. anyway— looks like he’s tracking the man, now. eren’s memory is clear, so it’s. probably best to check on him. his first full shift as a monster also involved waking up in a strange place with all of his clothes ripped off. hm.

snow crunches through an alley as steps and zones in on tracks, footprints that’re much more human sized in sights. god, he doesn’t have shoes. eren doesn’t have shoes either, dragon feet are too big for shoes. but there are enchantments for that. the taste is getting a little sadder, a tell tail sign that one belmont and his belmonts are close. perhaps rounding the corner? eren’s forked tongue is doing what it has to do, in and out, so maybe you might just want to

give warning




before it touches anything ]

screams

[quickwhip]

[ FOR THE RECORD HE DID NOT FUCK A COFFEE CAN??? It was just... a suggestion for covering the goods up. Ok??

But ending up confused about where he is and the whole having no clothes with him just adding to his being distracted and not knowing where he's going, keeping as low a profile as possible is pretty much the game plan for now, which is why he's crouched behind a garbage can.

You know.

Until he catches sight of that lizardy-tongue and he yelps, nearly toppling over and almost losing his papers there. ]

Fuck! What did I say about tonguing me?!

[ That sure sounds suspect but look. It's been a night. ]

[usurpers]

[ ok troover

and, what do you know! he found him. knew it was close. there's no stutter-rolling in eren's direction, only now lifting himself up from the tasting crouch and staring straight into trevor's soul from the heights of his towering dragon leggy. eren was fine, he had possibly three layers of ponchos on. trevor, on the other hand—he looked cold. those poor belmonts. ]

Sleep well?

[ he's being a bully, but also a friend, pulling his arm wings beneath fabric and bustling the strings that kept them shut, loose. ]

3

[integrous]

[ It's gotten harder and harder for Asahi to resist wanting to just sit on the roof instead of actually lying in her bed like a normal person - especially during the full moon. But at least an upside of that fact is that it's really nice and pretty to see the sunrise in the morning from that position. And see the way it looks like the city slowly starts to wake up.

Of course that also means you see weird things sometimes. When she looks down into the alley next to the roof she's sitting on, she can see a man moving around, only to stop and hide behind a trash can, and..

Is he.. Is he naked and only barely covering himself up?!

Worse yet, that's not just any random guy. It takes a few moments from this angle, but then she does end up recognizing him. It's that grumpy guy. At least he doesn't seem voluntarily naked, judging by how he's trying to move around all sneaky, but dear lord what is even going on.

Asahi moves back into her room through a window, only to rummage around for a few moments and climb back onto the roof.

A moment later Trevor may notice something suddenly landing on his head - it's a big cape-like cloth, big enough to wrap around someone. Next a voice calls from way above: ]

At least cover up, you pervert!

[quickwhip]

[ Honestly, the cloth is appreciated, even if it does land on his head and has him nearly tripping over himself because, can't see all of a sudden. Balance lost. No idea where he's going??

Thankfully, he catches his footing and grabs at the cloth around him, tugging it down from his head and holding it close to his front and back as one of the newspapers drifts off into the wind. It takes him a second or two before he locates where that hollering is coming from and... oh. It's her. That's all he fucking needs right now, isn't it? ]

What do you think I'm trying to do?!

[integrous]

[ She almost instinctively screams "walk around naked like a pervert?!" but then realises she may be embarrassing him a bit more than he deserves by literally yelling it from the roofs so everyone in the neighbourhood can hear it.

So instead she makes sure he's covered himself up with the cloth before stepping off the roof and letting the flapping of her wings guide her down until she's standing on the ground with both feet. On an equal level with him now.

(Or, well, a little lower since she's not that tall.. but still.) ]

Why are you running around the streets naked to begin with?! [ At least she's hissing it rather than shouting now, so no one should notice. ]

03

[escardos]

[ that.

hm.

look, flat didn't mean to find themselves face to face with a completely naked man hiding behind a trash can. he just wanted to go out to get some groceries like a somewhat normal person.

but ??

?????????? ]

Th-that's so indecent!

[ he is literally taking his coat off and throwing it to the stranger. ]

Put that on before the police catches you or something! You're so weird!

[quickwhip]

[ TO BE FAIR HE DOESN'T WANT HIS BELMONTS FLAPPING ABOUT IN THE BREEZE EITHER???

But suddenly someone is shouting at him and there's a brief Shit that leaves his lips before he's getting a coat thrown at him?? Well... it's better than the newspapers?? Which he almost dropped trying to catch the coat, thanks. ]

You're the one screaming and shouting. Haven't you ever seen a guy having a bad day before?

[ Maybe not to THIS extent?? ]

02

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker is out late this night, if only because he did a favor for a certain faun on this full moon. After his ill-fated outing in Dorchacht and what may or may not have just occurred, he walks with a limp, visibly favoring one leg.

He knows when he's being watched and it's difficult to miss such a large bat on the rooftop nearby. The dragon doesn't stop, though, and just continues on his way back to his apartment. A sharp glance upward and he decides to make a verbal threat. ]

Don't think me easy prey, bat.

[quickwhip]

[ Well here's a familiar lookin' face. Right?? Yeah.

With having fed from the dragon twice now, it's easy to pick up on the familiar scent the dragon has and Trevor can only just smile as he remains perched there on the rooftop. Smiley... sharp teeth... smiling. But still smiling!

It's with a stretch of those large wings that the bat then swoops down and comes in a little closer to the dragon. Not as prey but more as hi Berserker, want to play? ]

3

[blackbonded]

[ A little past 8am has Shiro taking his daily run through the area when he spots something large from the corner of his eye. He turns his head long enough to spot an unfamiliar figure crouching behind a garbage can which is so completely out of the norm, he comes to an abrupt stop a few meters away. He stares for a moment taking in the shoddy newspaper he's using to cover himself and runs a hand down his face reminded of the garrison recruits and the ridiculous situations he found them in sometimes. ]

I don't suppose your clothes are anywhere around here?

[quickwhip]

[ They really need to stop meeting like this?? Not that the last time he was naked or anything, just... you know. Him on the ground usually. Or, crouched down now. Jesus, that's a thing already, isn't it? But when he hears Shiro's voice he just... freezes there before slowly turning his head and... oh. He knows him. That's ok then. Right? Yeah. ]

Uh... torn to shreds back in an alley? [ Saying that as if it's the norm and all. ] You... wouldn't happen to have a spare set on you, would you?

02 Bat

[darkcharge]

[ Okay, so, Vanitas has heard about the full moon and the transformations that are supposed to happen alongside them, but he hasn't really... Witnessed them? Not really. This is mostly because he prefers to be left alone as much as possible and, frankly, Vanitas has had his own crap to deal with as of late.

Tonight, though, he finally has a moment to go out and see what the big deal is all about. People turning into full grown monsters or whatever. It's not really that much of a problem is it? See one monster see them all?

Not too far, but still keeping to the shadows is his one little Flood. Just in case. Though don't think for a moment that Vanitas hasn't also caught sight of that giant bat. ]

Don't even think about it.

[ Who really would suffer here in the end? ]

[quickwhip]

[ You know what? Maybe he WILL think about it. In fact, that's exactly what he's doing this very second now. Thinking about it in a way where he's actually NOT and just... deciding to swoop down on in for a closer look. Look, he can fly?! And he's not out looking for blood so there's nothing to be afraid of or anything, right? Right. Just... doesn't help that he can't really talk. And that he might have nearly clipped Vanitas there with his low-dive. Yeah he... still needs to work on his acrobats and all that.

Point is? He swoops from one spot to the next, still watching Vanitas with those red glowing eyes of his. ]

02.

[tryhard]

[ Trevor's not the only one who doesn't have a full handle on his transformation yet. But luckily, in this form, Waver doesn't mind a good game of chase or hide-and-seek... even if he usually prefers to be the one chasing.

The bat-person-guy is significantly larger than Waver, who at the moment is a black, curly-tailed dog only about two feet tall to the tips of his ears.

Not that he seems to be particularly aware of or impeded by his small size. When Trevor swoops down on him, Waver jumps up onto his back legs, mouth open and teeth bared, and shamelessly tries to bite him. ]

[quickwhip]

[ Do bats drink... dog blood?? Is that a thing?? Should this CONCERN HIM at some point in the future?? Well, luckily for the both of them that's not an issue for tonight seeing how he already drank blood before his transformation and so that's a mystery for another day.

In the meantime, however, he's currently being attacked by a dog and... he's the much bigger one. Yeah. Go figure.

With a confused screech, he nearly crashes right into the dam pup but, luckily, manages to swerve away and practically crash into a wall before he drops onto a lamppost and just... growls a little at that pup. Cause, hey, what's the big idea trying to bite him??? ]

3.

[manlet]

[Last night had been something, that was for sure. With a few hours of lying restlessly in bed, reliving the fright, Andersen's sure he ran into an ugly demon of sorts - a vampire, maybe? - but it's not as though he's hankering to go back to the scene of the crime to verify the information. The whatever furry thing was an asshole, plain and simple.

He decides having the shit scared out of him is excuse enough for him to indulge a bit. Maybe he'll go out and buy some nice coffee beans. He'll have a nice walk and it'll help lift his sour mood.

Only. There is a naked man? Up a tree? Wait a minute. He recognizes that face--]

Trevor?

[He says it in the most exasperated tone as he stands at the tree's base, craning his head up.]

You're going to get splinters in your dick, what the hell?

[quickwhip]

[ Yes?? It is a naked man?? Well, partially naked. He still has those newspapers for just in case. But. Yeah. Definitely doesn't have any pants on, THAT'S for sure. ]

Stop looking at my dick!

[ To which he attempts to cross his legs a little better in that tree which is... real difficult and not at all easy to accomplish. ]

What are you even doing down there?!

3

[digiorno]

[This is the equivalent of a late night out for Giorno, but actually . . . he's feeling pretty good, considering. He's just clawed his own way back into human form after an evening in the skies, where Trevor might have seen him. Experience is as good as wisdom, though, because he knows to store a cache of clothes somewhere by now. His suit is kind of wrinkled, but he's looking a hell of a lot better than Trevor.]

[Somehow, Giorno isn't even that surprised when he turns a corner and sees a familiar scruffy head duck back into an alley. After blinking for a second or two, he sighs and knocks on the corner of the wall as though it's a door.]

Are you actually completely naked in there? [. . .] Are you hurt?

[quickwhip]

[ Alright, so. Knocking on the wall as if it were a door? Strange. Just a bit. But what's even MORE STRANGE is the fact that that voice sounds SUPER FAMILIAR albeit one he hasn't heard for a little while now. So, carefully taking a peek around the corner, when he sees that blond hair and familiar face, Trevor just... STARES. Maybe gasps a bit. But the whole jumping out from his hiding spot around the corner is really what takes the cake. ]

What the fuck? You little shit, I thought you died?

[ This is... clearly the only thing that matters. Not his, you know, standing there with just newspapers held around his front and rear. Nope. Not important at the moment... ]

3 (1/2)

[silentsavant]

[Because you said it was possible, Trevor is naked and in a tree. Why are you naked and in a tree, Trevor??

Soren has been feeling a little better after the deep freeze and the magic blackouts, and with his layers of clothes enchanted for warmth, he decides today is as good as any for more flight practice. His tail has grown a full foot since the last time he tried, which sort of helps with balance a bit, but it's also something new he must adapt to. Point is, Soren isn't the best at flying quite yet. So he... crashes into a tree.

Which tree? Glad you asked!!!!]

Oof!

(2/2) ok im done

[silentsavant]

[Which bough?! Why, the very one Trevor's perched in, of course! For maximum awful! And when Soren realizes the trunk feels uncannily like naked flesh, he scrambles off the mound of naked man like Trevor's skin was giving him third-degree burns. Lord, there's a lot to suddenly process here. And what part of him was he accidentally touching?! Maybe he doesn't want to know. He's giving him a look of disgruntled shock, holding his hand like he really wishes he had a stream to wash it in. Also, sorry if he accidentally scratched you or something, even if he's not.]

Belmont?! What in blazes are you doing up here? Where are your clothes?