October Catch-all!

[unrequite]

WHO: Midnight (unreserving) & open!
WHAT: October catch-all
WHERE: Where isn't he, honestly
WHEN: Catching all of October, will update after the plot details drop!
WARNINGS: ~*Midnight*~. But also probably alcohol and disordered eating mentions generally, will update as necessary. UPDATE: there is some MENTAL HEALTH going on in Hiyori's thread. mind the warnings, there are cults in there.



a. various places (day)

How was that?

[ Midnight flagged your character down for a practice session! Fortunately, it's not his usual jock routine: he spent the last 20 minutes explaining the ins and outs of the City as though his partner has just arrived here. It was a very serious roleplay, Midnight answered all questions with great thought and care. ]

I think it may be best to also mention some basic safety precautions... To proceed with great care to any new locations, to consider supplies and other survival items before risking a new encounter. But other than that... Do you remember any other questions you had in mind when you first arrived here?

b. swimming pool (afternoon)

Did you want one?

[ Why were you staring at this teen in the relaxation pool? Probably because he's sitting on a pool noodle, floating near the edge, snacking on a large carton of chicken nuggets. Said carton is... probably somewhat moist, but he's doing a pretty good job of keeping it from becoming overly waterlogged, and he certainly doesn't seem to be up to any specific mischief. Nope. Just vibing in the pool with chicky nugs.

The kid himself has short, ragged black hair with a few pink streaks, pink eyes, pointed ears, pale skin... Basically, if anyone's met Midnight, one might wonder if he had a little brother or a son who's just arrived. The similarities are quite uncanny. However, his question isn't particularly... Midnight-y. It's just a question. The most obvious reason why one would be staring at someone else's food in the first place. ]

c. garden prompt

[ Midnight will be avoiding the more grabby plants — he doesn't want to test if their thirst for his blood will lead to their demise via Originium — so the grabbiness here? Why, that's your hand he's grabbing. Because he's spotted someone he may or may not know among these very rude plants and, after listening to some of the gossiping circulating, has made an executive decision to leave the venue with his new partner in tow. (He... did get an earful about your characters issues on the way, but his main concern at the moment is getting his new partner out.) ]

Nasty lot, aren't they? Manners are free. Come along, love. Let's get a drink.

d. wildcard

if you'd like a custom starter please dm me (i don't have plurk sorry)

Comments

Re: cw: blood, death, terminal illness mention, body horror

[cranekin]

(He sees Midnight reaching out towards him and despite everything. Despite Midnight's state of mind. Despite his own injuries. Despite the pain. He tries to move towards him because maybe, possibly, somehow, there might be something he can do.

And he freezes because things take a sudden turn once more. It starts to really set

There are some things that just can't be helped.

What a pitiful sight this all is. The way he suffers in such an ugly way. The way this all seems to go on forever when the least he deserves is a quick and painless death. If he had his sword with him, he would have been happy to help but all he can do now is sit and watch. Sit and watch as Midnight's form breaks down and breaks apart in front of his eyes.

He's always prided himself in keeping his composure. Even among his allies, he's known for keeping his cool even in the most difficult times. But can anyone not be horrified by this? How could he not pity him? It feels so slow but when its all over, it feels so quick.

There's nothing left but a burden. If it weren't for this burden or these burn marks on him, there would be no proof that there was ever anything there. And despite this burden and these burns --

--He can't let himself break, either. No, he has to keep himself together. He has to gather himself and get back onto his feet. The air feels heavier. He feels heavier (but he can never let anyone know that). He lingers for just a moment. He commits the moment to memory and as he's trained this body of his to do,

he moves forward.)