Feb catch all

[stopfen]

Who: Mikasa and you
When: Early month
Where: Around~
What: Shopping, working, working out, questioning everything in life that led her to this.
Warnings: Slight body horror for one of the full moon prompts but otherwise, they'll be added as needed.



Getting that cash (potential cw for the poor feeties)
[Normally money wasn't a thing Mikasa cared for. She got her basic meals and housing by living in the barracks back on Paradis. She'd long since learned not to be a picky eater.

Even if she'd earned a wage, she'd rarely spent it. There was a time, when she was still growing. Where she'd had to deal with sleeves being just a little too short, the shoulders of her shirts being just a little too tight and having to save to get new clothes because there wasn't any more fabric to let out. Those had been the most expensive purchases.

Even with the rent not being an issue at the cottage. They'd need money for food. They'd need some changes of clothes.

Mikasa was glad these people were...lax when it came to hiring. She didn't have any paperwork. But neither of the places that had let her help out had needed anything. Which was surprising. But looking around, they did seem short. So Mikasa could be found at Corn off the Cob. Getting what the doctors asked for, literally just picking up and carrying patients that couldn't walk.

She even helped out with the surgeries. Not a lot, she wasn't a doctor. But she'd seen enough that the feet weren't that bad.]


Shopping, the clothes situation is pretty dire
[With some money in her pockets it was time to get some things. The first thing she grabs is a big bag of oats. Porridge was good, cheap and filling. She could live off that for a while(Sorry Trucy). Then it was on to other more fun things. Like dealing with clothes. She only had a shirt and trousers that had been covered in dust to the point that they might never be truly clean again.

The first thing is underwear. That was kind of a necessity. As soon as that was out of the way she was getting a coat.

It was a drab olive thing. Not that she really cared. It was definitely from the men's section, but it was warm and cheap, even if it was a little big.

Then it was the not so important things. She had a pretty clear list in her head, some more shirts, trousers, something she could train in, maybe a skirt if it wasn't too cold. Everything she was looking at was pretty plain. But the occasional thing, got hauled out and just stared at for a moment.

Like a button up shirt that was missing one sleeve and a shoulder. Mikasa just blinks at that.]

This looks like something after a fight...

[Yeahh, that's going back. And the next thing... Was a jumper that appeared to be missing it's back?? ? ? That's just going back without a comment. Next!

...It started looking decent. Up until she realised the buttons on this shirt only went to her waist, letting the shirt open after that.]

...Maybe I should try somewhere else.

Get fit, get hit
[With workout clothes obtained. Shorts and a vest. She could do things without messing up her normal clothes. She hadn't been losing her edge, it'd take a lot more than a few days without keeping up her routine for that.

For a while she does the basics in her room at the cottage, but that really wasn't big enough. And she didn't want to risk shoving her fist through a wall. But it was too cold to go outside. So it takes Mikasa a few days. But she finds a training area. It's different to the old stone walls she was used to, but familiar enough. It doesn't take her long to get into a routine of sit-ups, push ups and shadow boxing. Actually beating up a punching bag when one was free.

Some of the stranger things in the room get a blank stare. But Mikasa didn't know how to use it. So she was mostly going to mind her own business. Even if the training mats got a longing look for a moment before she went back to her reps.]

Full Moon - IT BEGINS (cw- some body horror and blood)
[It starts like any other day here had done for Mikasa. Work, exercise, try to work out more about what was going on.

But as the day progresses. She gets...Itchy... She couldn't stop herself from scratching at her arms. But there wasn't anything there. It's during her time at the gym that she finds a reason. And she hates it. Because while she's stretching she reaches behind her to scratch at her back. And she feels something. A lump. Except it's too solid to be skin and it felt more like something was attached. Her nails dragged slightly at the skin near it, leaving small welts.

Then her fingers catch under its edge and it starts to pry away.

It's then that Mikasa stops. Feeling a small trickle of blood starting to work it's way down her back where the dark, almost translucent shard had been pulled away. She's still for a moment, slowly looking at her hand and bloodstained fingers. Before slowly turning to someone who didn't seem too busy. Or someone who'd noticed her bleeding enough to stop.]

Could you look at my back?

[She's just going to say it. This is fine.]

Full Moon 9th- Fairy Hour
[It's late. It's very late, when the moon was high in the sky. And something just makes her wake up and leave the house. Not even stopping long enough to grab a coat. Mikasa was drifting, not heading in any particular place. The faint sweet scent of flowers following her.

Occasionally she stops to just stare at the moon. Her arms hanging limply at her side. Unblinking. For a while... Her pupils expanding until the whites of her eyes were no longer visible. Then she just tilts her head, and watching it again, still not blinking. People who linger nearby too long will have the joy or her turning her gaze to them. Wut you looking at huh?]

Obligatory wildcard prompt
[Got something else in mind or want to plan something out? kittylyoko]

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fairy hour 👀

[usurpers]

[ he never sleeps on this day and this hour. wandering the city from one of his holes was purely out of being, hmmm convival. to an extent. shapes and smells marked the trail he followed, and before he reached the surface and crawled out onto concrete, eren knew what, first, he was drawn to: an undeniable floral fizz that only exudes from fae, that excites his belly and spurs him to pursue. who it was comes in at a close second, causing him to recoil, think a second time—

before the monster in him demands more freedom than any human logic he could muster. resembling the size of a horse, the same obsidian dragon from her dreams crawls out from a poorly lit corner, where his darkened shade masks him in the shadows cast from the sister’s bright moonlight and buildings in their way. the sound he creates is undeniable; a rumbling that sounded like drums rolls from his throat into an inquisitive hiss for every time his tongue slips out of the space in his fangs. when his own frame’s shadow begins to cast the shape of his horns to the ground, his scales are brilliant. black sometimes looked like a reflective plum. the red, orange, and yellow specks flare to show his excitement, as does the end of his tail rattle to display the same. his horns, his talons— they all shimmer a fantastic gem-like blue, all the more sparkling underneath the moon’s rays and scraping across blocks of brick and stone like sharpened blades.

the dragon’s neck moves akin to a snake’s, hovering back as his arms propped his body up and dragged him forward in roughly a bat walk. his movements are slow, but naturally imposing; as is his intense, icy gaze upon her, and a deep blue tongue tasting for the air again. ]

I wondered about you, [ he says, guttural, not enough lips to so clearly speak, and without actually lying. because she was who he had been thinking of day and night, lately. drove him mad. the curiosity was pooling in his gut and making his heartbeat soar— he needed to get closer. not to harm her, this had not been like before. there was no sharp irritation that drove him to eat the fae who laid a hand on him. what should he call her, by name? no, he needed to be mysterious for his own good. their own good. ] Fae.

[ just the word and her wide, wide eyes made his heart skip. he wanted to scent her, wanted to see what she’d do, who she was regardless of already knowing her. perhaps hold her in his claws, take her to his den? he loved her beneath all his cruelty, and the dragon snatches that, translates it to something he could use. admire. be close to. take. have.

he wasn’t thinking anymore. ]

[stopfen]

[Mikasa hardly moves. Only turning her head just enough to watch him with those large dark eyes. They didn't reflect anything back, no hint of emotion or what she was thinking or where exactly she was looking... Oh- It's him. The flying lizard, dragon as she'd since learned, from the dream.

With exception to her eyes, which still hadn't blinked. She looked completely human still. There was the strange thing on her back. But that wasn't visible, not under shirt. The moon had brought out something less physical than it might have done for the others. A need to not be in such a confined space. To wander through the flowers and other places humans wouldn't tread once the sun set. To bask in the moonlight.

Times had changed. But once, humans had been creatures of the day, having to retire for the night when they couldn't see. Night time was when the ones that didn't want or should be seen came out.]

You're small.

[It's quiet, almost airy and without a hint of fear. Because even if he's smaller than the house sized creature she'd seen before, he was still larger than her. A small human part of her mind, that was still partially asleep was mumbling a warning. But it was ignored by the fae-nymph, it couldn't, wouldn't feel fear or show it.

But other than the comment and the stareing, she mostly ignored him in favor of the moon.]

[usurpers]

[ there’s something infinite about the depth of her dark eyes, and eren was no stranger to her stoicism— even when he had been one to tear her piece by piece and considers himself successful. for the time being.

there was no need to understand what was happening behind them. tasting the air of her presence would suffice. ]

I choose my size. [ the city wasn’t particularly . . . elephant-sized friendly. at least not all of it. too little of it, with so few native dragons to count for.

for the most part, the proud dragon that reined over his processes tonight finds himself pleased and would not expect less from ideal company, even more when fae-kind were regarded. if there was no fear, there was worthiness. if there was almost indifference . . . the dragon would merr a quiet rumble of endearment that sounded off as a dragging growl. he’d never hush it in words, or allow the sensation to see the light of day. much less to her, of all people.

his talons clench against stony floors. he’s restraining himself from getting any closer. ]

Is that what you’re doing?

[ choosing? is she even aware of herself? was eren any better? ]

[stopfen]

[Her eyes were so much. There was that little reaction in them that it was hard to tell if she was seeing everything or nothing. Even when something flickered, like a bolt of lighting. A small line of colour through the dark. That didn't seem to mean anything.

Her head tilts. Then stills... Then there's a small realisation that almost makes her blink. She couldn't smell things, not more than a human could, but she'd been trying.

Still. Mikasa doesn't move beyond that. Not even the sound of his claws digging in makes her look.]

I can't do that. There's nothing to chose.

[At no point had she felt like she'd had any control over what was happening to her back. The restlessness that had affected her was different. She was used to having things to do. Here? Here she just had to keep going. There was no panic...Not for the time being. Having so much time was strange. Even with working part time and her normal exercise routine, she still had so much energy left.

Enough to waste on a nice night. Though if she wanted to make a mess, she could try removing that thing on her back aga-

Then with no warning. Her eyes widen and she's swinging her head to look down a nearby alley at something. For a split second the white of her eyes is visible before the darkness swallows that too.

There wasn't anything there. But she's still staring like there is is something, something unseen. Something more worrying that him.

...Except while she was looking wide eyes at whatever it was. There was no scent. Not from the alley, no telltale scent of fear from her.]

get fit, get hit, take 2!

[mirshikar]

[ When Asura frequents the local training areas of the city, it's more about the social aspects of the work-out, and less of the training itself. Were it his intent to flex his strength and put his own capabilities to the test, the day would instead find him out in the thick of Aefenglom's Wildes, or perhaps locked with some worthy contender in the sands of his own gladiatorial-style fighting pit. But as it is, today is for coaching others, to aid them in reaching their limit and then push past the brink of it, Asura's gregarious cheers and chants reverberating like a pulse through the whole of the gym.

It's after completing a mean set of squats, pull-ups, presses, and a sprint around the perimeter of the training grounds that Asura bids his present work-out partner farewell with a boisterous grin, shifting into a series of toe-taps because even if the other man has gone and called it quits, Asura himself isn't ready to stop moving just yet. Nor will he be anytime soon, judging by the energy which seems to radiate off of him. For nearly two weeks, he'd been laid low by the injury which had left its mark on him—a scar, cleaved straight down the breadth of his chest, the raised tissue showcased by the low cut of his activewear tank—and now that he's got his freedom of motion back, there's no way that he's going to let himself rest.

That's why approaching the dark-haired shadow boxing champ is second nature. Asura, he's fairly certain she's been at reps since he'd arrived earlier on, and she still hasn't stopped. And if she's in it for the long haul, no different from him, then they've got only one objective before them: outlast the rest of the whole damn gym. ]

Your form is good. [ Not to mention her rhythm. Head canting to the side, the long fall of his high ponytail sways as he gives her a wink, a sporting smile: ] You in the market for a partner?

[stopfen]

[Mikasa was still swinging when he come over. She wasn't expecting anyone to just approach even with the few stares she'd gotten. Even back home she'd normally be left to do her own thing. Occasionally someone would offer but...Throwing people across the training field tended to scare people off. Or just gain an audience.

She needed more things to do. She'd already spent more time training like this than she normally would. But she couldn't train with her gear at the moment so she'd make use of the time.

His voice makes her freeze. Fists still held, like she's about to just go back at it. But she does turn her head, short hair stuck down by sweat. The wink has zero affect on her lineface.]

I haven't had one for a long time.

[Consequence of the throwing. Occasionally a new trainee under her wing would be brave enough to attempted it. But... That was less of a fight, several seemed to ask for the fun of it.

But that didn't answer his question.]

[mirshikar]

Then there's no time like the present to see that remedied.

[ Charming as it is aloof, her deadpanned expression— it calls to mind the stony countenance of Earthbones and their ilk, those Changelings who were fixed of face and demeanor if only because the minerals of which their bodies were comprised allowed for no give; no flexibility of character. But the shadow-boxer is human, her range of emotion is intact, and Asura knows her name to be Mikasa after witnessing her twice through another's eyes. And once upon a time, Eren had seen her smile (and how the feeling of that memory lives within Asura still, its sunset blaze a reminder that for every failing mortals did possess, the King of Summer hadn't been wrong to walk alongside them), leaving Asura to wonder what it might take to spark such a reaction in her again. ]

What's holding you back? [ —is his next question, delivered without missing a beat. Apparent, after that, that Asura's easy grin and roguish nature are as intrinsic to him as Mikasa's poker-face is to her. ] Saw you stealing some glances at the training mats before like you wanted to do more than just warm-ups and reps.

[stopfen]

[She let's her arms drop, loosely hanging them at her side. Rolling her neck and shoulders as she turns fully. Giving him an appraising look. ]

Most people avoid sparing with me.

[Mikasa wasn't short. Not compared to some people. But even with the solid muscle that was easy enough to spot when she moved. Throwing someone more than a foot taller and at least twice her weight like they weighed nothing had scared most off.

But... ]

I don't have that reputation here.

[It's small. But her leg twitches, like she's about to start moving again. Because she wasn't infamous here. And even if she could throw people so much larger than herself, some of the monsters were so much bigger. ]

...

[glitzandglamour]

Or maybe, you should try this dazzling ensemble instead.

[Mettaton appears, his voice unmistakable in its emotive smoothness. Oh, Mikasa. You've decided to enter one of the more unassuming shops that tries to push cutting-edge fashion, the one owned by a Witch who spreads herself thin trying to dabble in all disciplines of magic, never with enough practice to get her future sight right. (For someone who can really predict future trends, Precogstitchin' is known to be reliable — another place Mettaton likes to go.) But for what this Witch fails in her accurate predictions, she comes up with... unique ideas.

Like shirts missing half of the sleeve.

Since they last saw each other at Inkchanted, Mettaton's appearance has improved. Some of the gouges and dents have been taken out, his arm's been repaired and hand reattached. Much of the metallic damage has been dealt with save for the cracked glass of his heart container, but he still wears bandages over his hips and legs, his ears still swathed in a fashionable scarf to keep them out of sight.

Mettaton holds up something far different and far more expensive-looking than Mikasa's muted selections, strange as they are, something... dear god, bearing resemblance to this. Mikasa, run. Mettaton has An Idea about fashion.]

My very first impression of you was sparkling... So naturally, I think this suits you perfectly, darling! I don't say that lightly. While I think anyone could do with some glitter... You're an exceptional case. Like a princess...

[no]

1/2

[stopfen]

[It's clearly visible. The moment she goes from oka and turning to see him, mouth opening to greet. Almost relaxed. ]

2/2

[stopfen]

[Then she sees the... Thing. Was it a dress? So short, was it a long shirt? Either way that and his comment.

No.

It's not verbal but it didn't need to be. Not with that level of frown.

No. ]

[glitzandglamour]

Ah... A tough crowd...

[He sounds amused. Mettaton admires the choice he made, bringing his hand up to his cheek. ...The control in his fingers is still weak, so he can't perfectly cup his own jaw.]

That doesn't change how I feel. You'd look glamorous in this. [A pause.] I'd wear it.

[Nobody asked. He puts it back, before wandering closer to Mikasa.]

One of the things you're going to want to consider as you shop, practically speaking... Is how your body's going to change. As a Monster. [If he'd been hasty and bought up the entire city, he'd have a bunch of clothes that didn't fit him anymore if it went anywhere below his waist! Mettaton pauses, giving Mikasa a closer look.] Do you have any idea what you're turning into yet, darling?

IT BEGINS (which means cw - some body horror and blood, but with a child watching!)

[foundfamilies]

[Oh hey it's Mikasa she should come to say hello THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD]

Mikasa! You're bleeding!

[What should she do? She hasn't had the watch long enough for her instincts to call for someone to help. Instead, she thinks "clean cloth, clean cloth..." and takes out her handkerchief. This is...probably too small, but she's having trouble telling how big the wound might be from a combination of height and (probably) Mikasa's clothes, so she's not sure how big the wound actually might be.]

Sit...sit down, and I'll take a look.

[She thought about directing her towards a bench she could climb on to handle the difference in height, but also Mikasa probably shouldn't be made to stand while injured.]

[stopfen]

[It was something. Enough blood to soak through a sports bra, vest and shirt, such a white shirt too...Well not really. Even if she'd cleaned it since she'd arrived it was more grey than white now.

Mikasa wasn't too bothered by that though. She was more concerned with the thing the blood had started welling up from. But she had a good resistance to these things. Her question hadn't been for Leslie. But she's the quickest to respond and in the few seconds Mikasa's gazed had moved to her the other person had bolted.

But Mikasa wasn't going to complain she just needed someone to look. Slowly starting to kneel.]

Are you sure?

[Because something about Leslie seemed a bit less okay with blood than the last twelve year old she'd seen.]

1/2

[foundfamilies]

[It's true that Leslie is much more used to seeing burns than this much blood and she is worried by the sight, not sure how serious this much blood might be. But even though Mikasa hadn't asked her for help (Leslie didn't even hear the question Mikasa asked the person who just took off), she doesn't want to leave that bleeding alone.

At the question, Leslie puts her face into her hands for a moment, takes a deep breath...]

[foundfamilies]

[...and looks up with a more determined expression. Time to power through on willpower.]

Yes, I'm sure. I don't know very much about first aid, but I want to help. I can at least apply pressure.

☆ fairy hour

[incinerating]

[It's not really like him, exactly, to stay late after work, but he needs the money right now and he'd gotten kind of engrossed in fixing the book he'd been working on - sometimes, doing a task with his hands will go that way for him. So he'd rolled out of work late, then gone to spend some of his modest salary on a nice dinner and a couple of drinks and lingered around there for a few hours only to end up walking home close to midnight. Kind of dumb, probably, but staying late means taking extra time after work to wind down.

Halfway home, he sees a familiar form walking towards him with a sort of tranquil, blank look on her face. Mikasa, if he's remembering correctly, and he lifts his hand to wave at her-

Only to notice that she looks...different. Not blinking, and with her pupils crazy dilated or something, wide enough that her whole eyes look dark, staring up at the moon. Emil hesitates just for a moment before he does wave, and starts over toward her, brow slightly furrowed.]

Hey, Mikasa...are you okay?

[stopfen]

[Mikasa was used to long hours. Working, training, no breaks in-between. There normally wasn't an option. Here, working at the surgery, it was so much easier. Training was less intensive now she couldn't use her gear, even if she'd spent more time at it.

But at the end of the day she was left with more energy than before. Not that she'd tired easily then but...It was building. She'd only gotten more restless when she'd seen the moon out of her window.

A walk seemed nice...

She doesn't move at her name or the question. Instead she keeps looking up. Until he's close that is. Then her head jerks sharply to look, still not blinking.]

I'm fine... Is something the matter?

[She sounded normal enough. Maybe it was because she was asked an actual question. Unlike someone. But she didn't look... Well she looked unharmed, but something wasn't right.]

[incinerating]

[It's probably one of those Monster things. Maybe? He can't remember if they ever talked about what they were or if she's a Monster what kind she might be. But he's run into a lot of Monsters by this point and he knows that sometimes weird stuff happens with them, and he's heard rumours about the moon having something to do with how those things happen.

When she turns around to look at him, abrupt and sharp, he's not sure if it's a relief or not. Instead, he just looks at her, his head slightly tilted.]

No, you just looked...you know, a little out of it. I was wondering if you needed a walk home or something?

[It's true, she does sound normal, but she doesn't really...look normal. Her eyes are still weird and there's something strange and spacey about the expression she's wearing and the way she's moving.]

@Tataru - Fullmoon /10th

[stopfen]

[Mikasa wasn't sure how long she'd been drifting. Looking at whatever caught her fancy, poking plants and examining leaves. Small animals getting petted, and there's a strange urge to stay with them, to neaten their fur, to make them look their best.

But so early in the day, there wasn't a lot for her to dote on.

Up until she spotted Tataru. Going to work or..? Well, that didn't matter. What mattered was she was small. And even if a part of her remembered the 'twenty one summers' that didn't seem to matter. No, she would watch over the good small beings.

What followed was not a particularly stealthy stalking attempt. Mikasa was quiet but with so few people and objects around to hide behind there was bound to be a moment where she was in clear view. Staring with eyes that were larger than the last time the Lalafell had last seen. Pitch black and unblinking, even at being caught she did nothing but stare.

Staaaaare.]

[seemstressed]

<sub>[Yes it's quite early in the morning but Tataru's already out and about. There was a sale on milk that she was quick to hit the market for and there was also a flash sale on jars of honey. Now, who could say no to honey? Not Tataru. Not when it was a good thing to have around, especially in the chilly winter. Pleased as punch and carrying a canvas bag with her glass bottle of milk and small jar of honey, she's admiring the colors of the sky as dawn begins to give way to day.

It's only when her large, pointy ears pick up the sounds of someone following her that her good mood begins to melt away into low-key distress. Said distress is put on hold though, but only for a split second as she recognizes the girl staring at her but also realizes that the last time she spoke with Mikasa her eyes weren't black pits.

What a lovely morning indeed.]</sub>

...M-Mikasa?

[stopfen]

[The name gets an owl-like head tilt. Still not blinking, still not moving those dark eyes away. Yes?]

I'm here.

[It's fine, she's here to help.

Even if Mikasa herself probably looked like she needed help. Stood there on a cold morning without a coat and one bootlace dragging on the ground. But she didn't seem to notice as she slowly walked closer.]

Get fit! ...Maybe don't get hit.

[proudofme]

[Soren had found the training area and been so glad for it. While he would like to set up something like this at his own place, he didn't exactly have the funds to do so right away.

He'd shown up in his own lighter work out clothes, looser fit tunic and baggy pants, slipping off his boots to set aside earlier. He was a social sort, so after chatting with someone else who had been working a punching bag, they offered him bandages to wrap his knuckles with. Well appreciated, since he ends ups spending much of his time working his punches.

Contrary to what they might project, someone frustrated and working out anger, Soren just seems to relax into the physicality of it. It sets him at ease, more than expresses something held back. He tests himself up to knocking the bag around with progressively more force, until he wobbles it with some momentum and it tips to one side, ready to fall over onto... some poor passerby.]

Watch ou- [he'll move quicker than he speaks, throwing himself in the way to catch the heavy punching bag. It's difficult, gets a Big Oof out of him, but he manages with a groan]

S, sorry..! About that... hhrk- [he hoists it back into place, steadying it to avoid any more runaway motions out of the thing]

[stopfen]

[Mikasa's already stepping out of the way. She had good reflexes for things that were dangerous, no matter what it was. It was a useful trait when dealing with titans.

She had been moving to go to the mats. But this was a distraction.]

Do you need help?

[Weren't these things normally more secure than that?]

[proudofme]

N, no. No. I'm good. Definitely all good here! [finger snap and a point!! Definitely, entirely, absolutely all good... phew. Smooth. He rests and arms against it, as it trying to be casual, but that only tilts it over again. Soren straightens himself up]

You good?