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3 ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛʀᴇɴᴄʜᴄᴏᴀᴛ ([personal profile] somatosensory) wrote in [community profile] logs2022-10-05 01:20 pm

— villainy wears many masks

WHO: aristaeus & others
WHERE: around the netherworld
WHEN: month of october
WHAT: catch-all
WARNINGS: will update as needed!

NOTES: Starters will be in the comments. Feel free to hit me up at [plurk.com profile] resurrectionist or at the event planning comment for plotting.


WILDCARD OPTIONS

CR: OPEN TO ALL; GEN-FAVOURED OFFERING:
  • KNOCK ON WOOD - General woodland encounters; he'll be escorting/teaming up with Johanna ([personal profile] exilire) but the woods are tricksy so it'll be easy to run into people. BONUS: Monster encounters
  • GO BIG OR GOURD HOME - Feast and Harvest Hunt meet-cutes. For the Feast, I'm interested in: grablenuts, will-o-the-whiskey and elysium particularly. For the Hunt, he'll probably be the hunter.
  • PARADE - No solid plans. He'd be really pressed about body-swapping.
  • WAYWARD SUN - Quite probably going to try to fight the Horseman to be honest.
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[personal profile] exilire 2022-11-08 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ that bland comment — especially delivered so deadpan, just as she likes them — earns him an appreciative glance, the smirk still firmly entrenched on her lips. the sardonic humor is more than relatable.

she's about to comment further on it, but ahead of them through the fog she can hear something like the hissing of some sort of creature, and the dark, beating sound of what might possibly be flapping wings.

johanna stops in her tracks, eyes searching the dark mist-covered trees ahead of them. someone — or something — is snickering up in the withered, rotted-out old boughs, and the words she can make out between bouts of inhuman cackling sound like ...dead...dead. dead!

up in the branches, when the fog clears enough and the sliver of moonlight shows through the trees, are what look like monstrous bird-like creatures, with talons and enormous wingspans and something vaguely resembling female shapes.

never taking her eyes off of them: ]


...The fuck is that.