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do you bare your fangs at us, sir? MOONLIT RIVALS LOG 2, SCENE 2
Who: Readers and Actors
What: The werewolves who are not sneaking into the party cause a bit of mischief... and did anybody actually agree to keep the peace tonight?
When: The night of the ball itself. [ooc timeline: Feb 6th - 19th]
Where: The city of Montica.
Content warnings: Please include any warnings in headers.
Waxing Gibbous Moon
The streets have emptied, particularly in the vampiric half of town. Most of the vampire loyalists have joined the masquerade, leaving their homes and shops unattended. Tonight is a special night - a once in a century event, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Even some werewolves and neutral citizens have been enticed to attend. Jadis the Mystic has created a lotion that will disguise the scent of a werewolf; an effect that is broken by shifting, breaking the skin, or the gradual passage of time. It is not widely distributed, but rumours travel fast. The lotion is only given to any Guildulf-aligned werewolves, but… well, there’s nothing wrong with a little trade here or there. Right?
For all of the wolves in town - with the moon so close to being full, it’s natural for them to feel a bit more excitable. Energetic. Ready to take on the world. And seeing as Montica is so empty, it’s like a playground has just been opened up. The young wolves in particular are eager to take advantage of the empty streets, the sound of not-quite-mature howls breaking through the air in their excitement. There are hardly any people around to be scared if they play too rough or run too fast, and they are taking advantage of this with great enthusiasm.
In the highly-debated 'neutral' zone, some small packs of adolescent werewolves are gathering. There's banter and roughhousing, the not-quite-adults playfully shoving each-other over the invisible line where the vampire territory begins.
Some of the bravest amongst them take the challenge to dart over and brush their fingers over silver doorhandles - their yelps spurring courage and adrenaline in the others. What starts harmlessly enough quickly escalates as they urge each-other on, teenage excitement and the thrill of the moon encouraging all sorts of bad choices. The longer they go without reprimand, the more bold they become; and somewhere along the way, bulbs of garlic start winding up in places they wouldn't normally be found. (There is at least one group who is excitedly challenging each-other to leave the garlic in more and more absurd places. If they happen to sting themselves on some silver ornamentation on the way, all the better.)
Not all homes are unoccupied, though - sooner or later someone’s going to disturb someone else’s peace, and tensions are already so high. Hopefully there are some Responsible Adults around to curtail the worst of the mischief before someone’s temper is sparked.
What: The werewolves who are not sneaking into the party cause a bit of mischief... and did anybody actually agree to keep the peace tonight?
When: The night of the ball itself. [ooc timeline: Feb 6th - 19th]
Where: The city of Montica.
Content warnings: Please include any warnings in headers.
Waxing Gibbous Moon
In Town
Above the city, the Umbra Mansion stands tall. Its grand doors and windows have been opened, spilling light like a beacon. Music lilts in the air, drifting so far as to be faintly heard even in the neutral centre of the city.The streets have emptied, particularly in the vampiric half of town. Most of the vampire loyalists have joined the masquerade, leaving their homes and shops unattended. Tonight is a special night - a once in a century event, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Even some werewolves and neutral citizens have been enticed to attend. Jadis the Mystic has created a lotion that will disguise the scent of a werewolf; an effect that is broken by shifting, breaking the skin, or the gradual passage of time. It is not widely distributed, but rumours travel fast. The lotion is only given to any Guildulf-aligned werewolves, but… well, there’s nothing wrong with a little trade here or there. Right?
For all of the wolves in town - with the moon so close to being full, it’s natural for them to feel a bit more excitable. Energetic. Ready to take on the world. And seeing as Montica is so empty, it’s like a playground has just been opened up. The young wolves in particular are eager to take advantage of the empty streets, the sound of not-quite-mature howls breaking through the air in their excitement. There are hardly any people around to be scared if they play too rough or run too fast, and they are taking advantage of this with great enthusiasm.
In the highly-debated 'neutral' zone, some small packs of adolescent werewolves are gathering. There's banter and roughhousing, the not-quite-adults playfully shoving each-other over the invisible line where the vampire territory begins.
Some of the bravest amongst them take the challenge to dart over and brush their fingers over silver doorhandles - their yelps spurring courage and adrenaline in the others. What starts harmlessly enough quickly escalates as they urge each-other on, teenage excitement and the thrill of the moon encouraging all sorts of bad choices. The longer they go without reprimand, the more bold they become; and somewhere along the way, bulbs of garlic start winding up in places they wouldn't normally be found. (There is at least one group who is excitedly challenging each-other to leave the garlic in more and more absurd places. If they happen to sting themselves on some silver ornamentation on the way, all the better.)
Not all homes are unoccupied, though - sooner or later someone’s going to disturb someone else’s peace, and tensions are already so high. Hopefully there are some Responsible Adults around to curtail the worst of the mischief before someone’s temper is sparked.
Jun Ushiro | Reader (Human... ?)
Jun should be in the inn. He should be in bed, quite frankly. It's late, and the streets are quiet, even in the neutral territory - which doesn't mean they're safe.
But he needs some fresh air, his mind swimming with nightmares and horrible images of the other pilots. Machi. Kana. Kanji. What would they say if they could see him now?
... It doesn't matter. He hears the yipping and freezes, looking towards the sound. There's some people - werewolves? - close to his age. They're roughhousing and shoving each other around, and one of them looks at Jun. His whole body shifts, straightening up and narrowing his eyes.
"What do you think you're doing? Just go home, idiots!" Anyone else want to back him up? He's still a scrawny nerd.
II. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean... [cw: blood, injury]
There's a loud thump in one of the alleyways of the neutral zone. A shadowy figure runs out of it, leaving something with the scent of blood lying there. On closer inspection the blood leads to a small figure, his arm clutched in pain. Blood is welling up - and his sleeve is getting stained.
He stands - with difficulty - and starts to walk back towards the inn. He's not hard to follow, between the scent and the occasional drops of blood following him in the street.
Honestly he's just glad that his arm wasn't fully taken off. He looks up at the moon - it's almost full. Wasn't there something about being... bitten? Or was that just vampires? This is so out of his knowledge base that he's got no clue.
III. Wildcard
[Got any other ideas? Grab me on Discord or my plotting comment!]
At The Laurelthirst... (Troublemakers, Jun, Cassandra, and anyone staying here not at the party)
It makes for a tempting target for young bravos beating their chests and howling at the moon who are not fond of vampires and those who tolerate them.
The sisterhood of wifwolves called the Blood Moon Troupe have a few who find such things as a vampire's fete distasteful or dangerous, and so have stayed behind to discourage trouble and keep each other company. Hazel Hoffman, their human purser; Nova, the Luna in Azure, the youngest; and Cassidy, the Luna d'Or, Sara's second in command have all stayed behind, playing cards marked with acorns, bells, hearts and leaves, looking over their shoulders, wondering when the other shoe will drop. Other patrons, mostly mortal but some low-class vampires and wolves who could not get invitations or did not want them, also drink and flirt.
Who disturbs the truce here? Who defends it?
II
"Cass knows herbs and stitching, can help your wound," she says, hissing it, sybillant, concerned, "But unless you want to howl at the moon, we'd best find you a proper chemist soon."
Will Jun take the implied offer of help? Are there still werewolves chasing him?
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"Huh?" Howl at the - ah, shit. He shudders - from fear or from frustration, he's not sure - and just nods. Herbs... ot modern painkiller but it'll do. He limps and leans against her.
Unbeknownst to him, there's a shadow following them towards the inn. Jun's definitely distracted enough that he's not noticing them, but it's up to the other if she's got enough senses at the moment to hear or smell a young lycanthrope following them.
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She whirls around, and at the end of it looks as if she's pointing a fingergun with that gloved hand, of all -
Ah. She flung a silver plate like a frisbee, right at the one tailing them. The yelp of surprise and pain indicates that Nova aimed true.
"I'd tell thee to fly if thy wings weren't clipped, but let me give thee haste!" she says, moving faster.
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Moving faster means fresh jolts of pain though, and he grips her arm a little harder. He bites his lip to keep himself silent, but it's not something that he's good with. "... Didn't mean to cause you trouble..."
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A gentle hand is on Jun's shoulder.
"I'll take it from here. Go, I'll catch up later," says Cass, as she shifts into wolf form and leaps past them.
Hazel grabs him and takes him further in, pressing a cup of something hot into his hands. "Willowbark tea," she says. "A painkiller. Drink it."
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He looks down at the tea, but... no, it's fine. He lifts it with one shaky hand and starts to sip.
Shock, his brain remind shim. It sets in after a traumatic event and numbs everything. It's clearly starting to wear off, given how his arm is increasingly in pain. He leans into Cass' touch, just trying to find some stability.
"... Just wanted them to stop being annoying." Dying hadn't hurt this much, ugh.
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Cass shakes her head. "And of course it's on the one night none can be spared. Let's see that wound."
She starts with a makeshift tourniquet made from her cravat.
cw: injury
He sits down hard, breathing starting to grow a bit panicked. He tries to calm himself - it's fine, she's at least a nurse if not a doctor. But do they even understand germ theory here? He doesn't know, and he isn't sure if he wants to find out.
He doesn't know what to do. What if he dies here? What happens then?
Re: cw: injury
A clear colorless spirit is produced. Disinfectant, of a sort.
“This will sting,” she warns. And, by God, does it.
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He tries to breathe, tries to keep himself steady, but the pain is starting to get bad enough that he just wants to shut down. He can hear a buzzing in his ears and see the edge of his vision fuzz, but he endures.
He has to. He has to keep going.
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And there is a pride in her voice. They did not ask Jun to bear this, but he is. For Jun to tell the wolves to stand aside was foolish.
But it was also beautiful and true, and everyone who calls the Laurelthirst home now knows it.
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An alchemist... like a chemist. ... Best they can do under the circumstances. "Are you going to do it now or wait until the morning?"
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She likes being a wolf, but by God, it’s something Jun should choose.
“If you’re strong enough to eat or drink and need either, best do that before sleeping. Otherwise, finish the willowbark and find a pillow. We’ll manage.”