Hey, is this Jonas? Heard (literally) that you were looking for a roommate. Actually, I think the girl who was standing next to me completely lost her hearing after the board read your ad out loud. Hope you have insurance, dude.
[ Once she's left alone in her ""savior's"" (ymmv on the term) bedroom, Zelda immediately texts someone she's sure would be able to help her... relax? Process? She's not sure which. She just remembers Jonas telling her that they could be bumble along this new path together. ]
Dear Jonas, I recognize my message arrives quite late in the evening and apologize if this disturbs you or finds you otherwise occupied. As you know, there are a great many things out there near the Cwyld... I had been walking and found myself in the crosshairs of an infected beast.
I am quite alright now. My life was saved by another. I believe him to be a vampire, though I am not quite sure. However, I felt a need to warn you about my encounter. Please be on the look out. As the moon rises, so too do tensions...
[ Hello, they are going to school! School...! Sandalphon has never been to school before, but he has studied up what he can about the Coven's ways, mostly how the classes go. It doesn't match Ayer's recollections of boarding school, but he assumes they are different schools. Must be it. Today has something special in store for all of them. He believes what they're attending today is an aptitude test? It's time to try their hand at the many specializations until they find something that clicks. There are many new witches among them and veterans are invited to mentor and lead others, of course. ]
My name is Sandalphon. [ Introductions first, though he seems quite stiff and polite. It's easy to peg him as the serious type (because he is). ] Thank you for being my partner today.
[ Anything that makes him stronger is welcome, including being forced to socialize with the rest of the Witches when he just wants to stay home. ]
(used to being last-pick for myriad reasons, he lets the professor choose a partner for him: a fellow straggler who approaches him with a staid expression and a formal introduction. jonas, raising an eyebrow and a hand to shake, greets him right back.)
Uh, hey. Sandalphon. (that's a mouthful, but it'd be rude to shortcut it and call him anything else.) No need to thank me; it's the luck of the draw.Β I'm Jonas, by the way.
(flashes him a smile, pointing to their designated seats at a table with their equipment all set up. thank god for that, because he wouldn't know where to begin with some of the apparatuses and stacks of gaelic books. gives it all a low whistle, hands planting firmly on his hips.)
Guess we're really doing this, huh? I'm actually kinda' excited. You ever use magic before, or is this your first time?
[ The further they travel from the Norther Outpost, the less reliable the connection to the network becomes. To avoid waking up Jonas prematurely, Stiles waits until about 7:30 a.m. to send a selfie of himself and Zelda in front of the Northern Outpost. ]
Hi from the Wildes, sleeping beauty. Wish you were here XOXO
[ so thereβs this guy. the βguyβ erenβs been following around, he just seemsβ nice. like heβs been waiting for him his entire life? the dragon would also say love at first sight was complete and utter bullshit, though what did make his heart shoot into his throat when he watched him? come on, watching is a little freaky, even though eren has sharpened his skill in following while not being seen. he just couldnβt keep this up forever, you know? he had to say something. he had to let him knowβ
you could say itβs the red cometfly thatβs attached itself to one of his curving horns, leaving in its wake a burning red glow from them, a crystal twinkly from its icy texture down to his neck. breathing in a quick one-two gives eren the mental preparation he needs to eventually approach him, hands nervously in the front pockets of his poncho and playing with a trinket heβs just bought for such an occasion. alright. he could definitely do this.
itβs about time when he quits following and comes up to him, giving his shoulder a poke with two talons aaaand he is certainly seven feet tall. he is a big boy. a big boy whoβs scales immediately light up when he sees his face begin to turn. from black, most of the scales on the monsters face begin to burn bright reds, oranges and purples. ]
βHey.
[ YES yes first base, excellent. heβs on a roll. ]
(jonas is eating a navy, star-spangled cupcake he demanded from a kindly puca. she was turning in for the evening and clearly didn't need the rest of her snacks for meteor-watching. there was no problem and she was understanding, even generous enough to stick him with the warm blanket they used that's now rolled up and tucked neatly beneath his arm. it's been a weird night: he made a few wishes, kind of hoping to do some stargazing with someone; he touched someone's bare thigh in a seedy alley, successfully healing him of his wounds; made up with a close friend and; essentially cuddled with more people than was physically necessary, struck by cometflies in fucking droves.
in all that time, not once did he feel eyes on him. chalked it up to the pockets of crowds glancing in his direction, told himself it was the prevailing mood of the blue-green glow still staining his sleeve and the back of his military jacket. now jonas is sure someone's behind him when claws drop benignly onto his shoulder, startling him into a wheezy cough of crumbs and icing that's now smeared against the corner of his mouth.)
Jesus, warn a guy whenβΒ (turning, jonas' eyes come to rest on a collar shingled in layers of dusky scales, expression opening out of a guarded squint into a wide amazement. he's seen enough of tonight's aurora to liken this sight to the sky's almost iridescent shift in colour, ) βyou're, uh... doing something. Completely forgot what I was going to say...
(coherent thought is outdone by the high frequency noise of absolutely shit all, trying to figure out how intimidated and how impressed he should really be by eren's size and stature (a lot, jonas, just look at the horns on him, comes his father's common sense; he could be a really chill guy, comes his mother's idealism). it's rare that he sees a dragon, and it's always been like something out of a fantastical dream. meeting viren was just as shocking, but there's some small comfort taken in the fact that this monster looks around his age.
takes a deep, measured breath, friendly urge to connect making an awkward little smile come to him.) Sorry, just blanked out a sec there. (hands up, still clutching his poor dessert.)
What's up, man? You out here looking for somebody?
[Qrow isn't really a festival sort of guy (forty years of your presence being Bad News for crowds will do that to you), but the meteor shower is beautiful in an uncanny sort of way, reminiscent of the shattered moon that hangs in the sky in Remnant, if those pieces were to crash down into the earth.
He makes no effort at first to join the various viewing parties, but he does settle in to watch from the fringes when one of those bugs settles on the back of his shoulderblade, and suddenly he finds himself wandering in closer, following an urge to find -- something. He's not really sure what, but the urge to keep going pushes out any instinct he might feel to question why.
Then he stumbles across Jonas. His expression brightens immediately, and a friendly arm uncharacteristically slings around the teen's shoulder.]
βugh, c'mon. (anyone with less of a vice grip on themselves might've flinched at the touch's suddenness, but jonas has been accepting other people's cometfly affections with as much grace as he can.) Qrow?
(with the indigo fly buzzing away to dutifully infect someone else, he's left to turn into qrow's hold to instigate a warm hug. this is not uncharacteristic for the witch, but it is when it lingers too long and too tightly. looks like someone's positively thrilled to see his outpost saviour's made it out of last month's full moon shenanigans alive.
pats at him ruthlessly.)
Man, tell me about it...! How're you doing? Like, what's been going on?
I owe you an apology. You shouldn't have had to deal with Deidara at all, but you especially shouldn't have had to hear what he had to say like that.
[ There's no point in him drawing out his own message or skirting around the point of his text; there's already an undercurrent of uncertainty passing through that Bond. How the hell does he approach a topic like this? ]
(his throat's healed, he made sure of it, and he even managed to calm himself down with a few hand-rolled cigarettes and a long night to think things over. now sasuke's texting him and it's dredging that all back up. for good reasonβjonas shouldn't have gone radio silent againβbut he thinks this one might be understandable.
it's been a long few months.)
No, maybe not, but it's not like that's your fault lmao. Deidara's lost his vertical hold, if you know what I'm saying, I'm just embarrassed at myself for not handling that situation better.
idek if I want to learn what's true and what's not. I don't think I could wrap my head around it either way.
(and there's the spike of fear, chest tight as he stares down at the notification with an unsteady breath out. it's simply not possible for him to respond until he has some semblance of a game plan, wondering if waiting would make him more or less of a threat.
no threat at all, when sasuke's as strong as he is. surely his brother measures up.)
idk I'm in class rn and trying to study. What's up?
(he is neither in class, nor trying to study. he is at home, fresh out of the shower from a run, and lying on his side in bed.)
[ He waits impatiently until he hears the telltale sound of footfalls in the hallway, signaling that Jonas has woken up for the day. As soon as the bathroom door closes, Stiles sidles out of his bedroom, the two, newly developed Arachne limbs twitching in barely concealed excitement. On tiptoes, the teen creeps toward his boyfriendβs abandoned room and carefully hangs the emerald amulet on the doorknob, pausing only to stick his tongue out at the iguana eyeing him balefully from the terrarium. Deed done, Stiles returns to his own room, throwing himself under the covers to perfect the imitation of deep sleep that Jonas will no doubt see through. Still, if Stiles can avoid a conversation about the gift, heβs going to try β a part of him is terrified Jonas will reject it should his Bonded find out about its origins. When the bathroom door creaks open, he stiffens with anticipation, waiting once again. ]
(scratching his stomach with a still-drowsy bob of his head, wondering if anyone'd notice if he just went back to bed and slept the day away. stiles would, sasuke would, even itachi might if they have something scheduled for today. but he doesn't want to go to class, he's not even in that good of a mood, and he's sure any moment he'll give in to his bondmates' dwelling emotions; however, his own impressive willpower reminds him that there's no sense in complaining.
they have to live with those thoughts and feelings every day. he should be so lucky to even have a fraction of them shared with him, so he knows how hard they work to overcome them daily.)
Hm? (jonas almost doesn't notice it hanging there, a necklaceβamulet, a more alert section of his brain suppliesβinlaid with an emerald, reaching for it with a gentle lift of the trinket off of his doorknob.) Uh, Stiles?
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Dear Jonas,
I recognize my message arrives quite late in the evening and apologize if this disturbs you or finds you otherwise occupied. As you know, there are a great many things out there near the Cwyld... I had been walking and found myself in the crosshairs of an infected beast.
I am quite alright now. My life was saved by another. I believe him to be a vampire, though I am not quite sure. However, I felt a need to warn you about my encounter. Please be on the look out. As the moon rises, so too do tensions...
HRH Princess Zelda of Hyrule
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Jesus christ.
You sure you're alright?? I can come get you if you need to get outta there.
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GO TO BED
i will literally never sleep
WEIRD FLEX.....
https://i.imgur.com/CBGql21.jpg
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[ This message arrives around 11:04 pm. ]
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My name is Sandalphon. [ Introductions first, though he seems quite stiff and polite. It's easy to peg him as the serious type (because he is). ] Thank you for being my partner today.
[ Anything that makes him stronger is welcome, including being forced to socialize with the rest of the Witches when he just wants to stay home. ]
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Uh, hey. Sandalphon. (that's a mouthful, but it'd be rude to shortcut it and call him anything else.) No need to thank me; it's the luck of the draw.Β I'm Jonas, by the way.
(flashes him a smile, pointing to their designated seats at a table with their equipment all set up. thank god for that, because he wouldn't know where to begin with some of the apparatuses and stacks of gaelic books. gives it all a low whistle, hands planting firmly on his hips.)
Guess we're really doing this, huh? I'm actually kinda' excited. You ever use magic before, or is this your first time?
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Jonas.
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text; network name: "Stiles"; dated during the Dragon Tree quest part 1
Hi from the Wildes, sleeping beauty. Wish you were here XOXO
1/2 two hours laterβ
Dude what time is it
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Should I meet you after your class? I'm nearby and can be there quickly.
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Hey, awesome. I'm doing classwork rn but I gotta stay behind to ask my prof a few things.
Wanna meet up at my place in like an hour or smth?
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text; un: sasukeuchiha; three days after the previous thread and post-Stiles returning
[ It's late evening and he's only been awake now for a few hours, all of them devoted to how to word what he needs to say. ]
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yeah, he did do that.)
Yeah, for sure. tbh I always am, so no need to ask. But don't lemme stop you if that's your thing.
What's up?
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Yeah, I'm free. What's the word?
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cometflies and their bullshit
you could say itβs the red cometfly thatβs attached itself to one of his curving horns, leaving in its wake a burning red glow from them, a crystal twinkly from its icy texture down to his neck. breathing in a quick one-two gives eren the mental preparation he needs to eventually approach him, hands nervously in the front pockets of his poncho and playing with a trinket heβs just bought for such an occasion. alright. he could definitely do this.
itβs about time when he quits following and comes up to him, giving his shoulder a poke with two talons aaaand he is certainly seven feet tall. he is a big boy. a big boy whoβs scales immediately light up when he sees his face begin to turn. from black, most of the scales on the monsters face begin to burn bright reds, oranges and purples. ]
βHey.
[ YES yes first base, excellent. heβs on a roll. ]
i burst out laughing at this tag, I'M DROPPING
in all that time, not once did he feel eyes on him. chalked it up to the pockets of crowds glancing in his direction, told himself it was the prevailing mood of the blue-green glow still staining his sleeve and the back of his military jacket. now jonas is sure someone's behind him when claws drop benignly onto his shoulder, startling him into a wheezy cough of crumbs and icing that's now smeared against the corner of his mouth.)
Jesus, warn a guy whenβΒ (turning, jonas' eyes come to rest on a collar shingled in layers of dusky scales, expression opening out of a guarded squint into a wide amazement. he's seen enough of tonight's aurora to liken this sight to the sky's almost iridescent shift in colour, ) βyou're, uh... doing something. Completely forgot what I was going to say...
(coherent thought is outdone by the high frequency noise of absolutely shit all, trying to figure out how intimidated and how impressed he should really be by eren's size and stature (a lot, jonas, just look at the horns on him, comes his father's common sense; he could be a really chill guy, comes his mother's idealism). it's rare that he sees a dragon, and it's always been like something out of a fantastical dream. meeting viren was just as shocking, but there's some small comfort taken in the fact that this monster looks around his age.
takes a deep, measured breath, friendly urge to connect making an awkward little smile come to him.) Sorry, just blanked out a sec there. (hands up, still clutching his poor dessert.)
What's up, man? You out here looking for somebody?
itβs too late, the pact is sealed
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do you like cookies? i made some today because i got super bored lol.
i can totally bring some over to you if you want!
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People who don't enjoy a good cookie aren't to be trusted, remember that. I, for one, love cookies. All of them, in fact.
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hello i am finally here for cometflies ... strolls in late with starbucks
He makes no effort at first to join the various viewing parties, but he does settle in to watch from the fringes when one of those bugs settles on the back of his shoulderblade, and suddenly he finds himself wandering in closer, following an urge to find -- something. He's not really sure what, but the urge to keep going pushes out any instinct he might feel to question why.
Then he stumbles across Jonas. His expression brightens immediately, and a friendly arm uncharacteristically slings around the teen's shoulder.]
Hey, kid. Been awhile, huh?
acceptable, but only if you brought cake pops
(with the indigo fly buzzing away to dutifully infect someone else, he's left to turn into qrow's hold to instigate a warm hug. this is not uncharacteristic for the witch, but it is when it lingers too long and too tightly. looks like someone's positively thrilled to see his outpost saviour's made it out of last month's full moon shenanigans alive.
pats at him ruthlessly.)
Man, tell me about it...! How're you doing? Like, what's been going on?
of course uwu
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un: krΓΌeger β post cometflies because he WOULD HAVE AT LEAST
LMFAOOOO GOOD CALL BUDDY
Heyyy, how are you?(is that too many ys? it's too many ys. deletes it and starts a new one. a way cooler, way more detached reply.)
Hey, man. What's up?
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I owe you an apology. You shouldn't have had to deal with Deidara at all, but you especially shouldn't have had to hear what he had to say like that.
[ There's no point in him drawing out his own message or skirting around the point of his text; there's already an undercurrent of uncertainty passing through that Bond. How the hell does he approach a topic like this? ]
[everybody hurts.mp4]
it's been a long few months.)
No, maybe not, but it's not like that's your fault lmao. Deidara's lost his vertical hold, if you know what I'm saying, I'm just embarrassed at myself for not handling that situation better.
idek if I want to learn what's true and what's not. I don't think I could wrap my head around it either way.
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15 minutes later...
no threat at all, when sasuke's as strong as he is. surely his brother measures up.)
idk I'm in class rn and trying to study. What's up?
(he is neither in class, nor trying to study. he is at home, fresh out of the shower from a run, and lying on his side in bed.)
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he's a gen z, he has to respond almost immediately or the social anxiety will strike
this 90yo cannot relate
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[This is the someone's night out has gone horribly wrong at 2am text.]
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You never explained to me what a 'mankini' was.
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No, but one day... I hope to show you.
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they have to live with those thoughts and feelings every day. he should be so lucky to even have a fraction of them shared with him, so he knows how hard they work to overcome them daily.)
Hm? (jonas almost doesn't notice it hanging there, a necklaceβamulet, a more alert section of his brain suppliesβinlaid with an emerald, reaching for it with a gentle lift of the trinket off of his doorknob.) Uh, Stiles?
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text - that work out thing
[Him, being the small tan and white fluffy puppy that was sprawled out on the floor.]
Will still be working out at home if you want to join?
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(LOL, SORRY TENDOU)
I can definitely come over, though, I'm not up to much. What time you thinking?
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