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can a slave do this? *dies and goes back in time* ([personal profile] usurpers) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2020-02-11 09:48 am

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Who: eren + people
When: february
Where: aefenglom, dorchacht, respective wildes
What: a catch-all for closed starters! hmu on discord @owlie#3609, [plurk.com profile] liberos or eren’s plotting comment if you’re interest in doing something!
Warnings: n/a, will updated where needed.

“eren let me see what you have” “a knife” “no!!!!!!!!!!”

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[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-02-17 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
You should have waited for someone to answer the door.

[his own negligence, not locking that. but he withdraws the knife, stashing it away and drawing himself fully out of the shadows.]

In these times, I hope you shall pardon me for needing to be doubly alert in my home, Eren. May I ask why you decided to drop by?

[the Rathmores, after all, had simply snatched people from where they stood. that he's got his nerves keyed up is only logical. but, casual knife moment over, he can lead the way back to where the living room exists in the building, where they had originally been witness to Eren's adventures of getting stoned on crystals.]

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[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-02-20 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[there's a small fire going in the grate, enough to warm the room slightly, and the scent of spiced tobacco stronger than it normally is - the recently stubbed out cigarette in the ashtray the cause of that. he must have immediately killed it when he had gone to investigate the noise. a book is lying open on the little table, one that Dantes moves to go shut before he sits back down where he was before. one leg crossed over the other, he gestures that Eren can make himself comfortable as well.]

You have my attention.
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[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-02-24 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Not much, apart from its existence and the scattered rumors one can pick up on. But clearly, there's more to it from your words.

[he's been selfish, these past months - self contained, focused on his and himself. but now with how much things have changed, he needs to look beyond, and see what will occur.]
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[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-03-01 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[he does pick up the notebook, opening it and scanning the pages he can before Eren offers the drawing out, and his eyes narrow a little as he takes it in. not as distorted as other enemies he can think of, but unknown. he looks, and commits the drawing to his memory.]

Is this what stopped them? If it's been fending off multiple expeditions, then I wonder if the forest is somehow feeding it power.

[a hypothesis, thrown out carelessly. but a single creature doing this more than once? it speaks to cunning.]
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[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-03-06 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[the frown on his features deepens more when he hears what the creature truly is - and he trades the unfortunate harpy for the Guardian. it vaguely reminds him of some of the creatures he's faced in the past, only none of them ate magic and were leashed to the Fae in any aspect.]

Is this what he saw out there?

[kind of a rhetorical question, and he studies it more.]

If it's meant to be a Fae protector, then either the Fae are hiding something out there, or it's very near the entrance to at least one of their courts. Makes no sense to station something far out when you need a guard, unless you have multiple, which is its own consideration.

[putting the paper back down, he looks Eren in the eye.]

Consuming magic shouldn't be a problem if you take up a nonmagical solution. But I don't think you're showing me this to hear me state the obvious.
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[personal profile] ressusciter 2020-03-13 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[his mind takes the information and runs with it - if there was a way to trace back the Mirrorbound, to find who the very first ones were, this could give them something. answers to questions posed, choice that might be restored.

would it interest him? if there wasn't a fire in his eyes to show it, his next words carry a tone that brooks no argument, a subtle straightening in his spine. that same sort of purposeful air that had been there when he met him.]


You can't offer such an intriguing proposition and expect me to say no.

[he's the Count of Monte Cristo. he'll find a path forward or forge one on his own. whatever needs to be said, whatever resources need to be pulled up and procured, he'd do.]

Tell me where to start and what you need, and it shall be so.