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- adaine abernant: kai,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- anna amarande: celene,
- chara: kai,
- erwin smith: trent,
- ezra bridger: lis,
- faith lehane: kai,
- falco grice: owlie,
- fiddleford mcgucket: inkwell,
- gideon nav: floral,
- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
- johnny lawrence: josh,
- katsuki bakugou: megan,
- kaworu nagisa: ru,
- kylo ren: corie,
- levi ackerman: alison,
- luna lovegood: cheryl,
- mercymorn the first: beth,
- ochako uraraka: roxy,
- oscar pine: basil,
- palamedes sextus: laura,
- paul atreides: beth,
- peter graham: jhey,
- pyrrha dve: silyara,
- rey: valkryie,
- ruby rose: josh,
- sansa stark: lindsey,
- sharon da silva: lunare,
- tory nichols: lex,
- vi: aeri,
- viktor: hal,
- waver velvet: basil
video (un: falcogrice)
CONTENT WARNING: psychological changes, hoarding, and obsessive behavior related to lavish desires
[ this video opens up with the blink of two eyes and a disgruntled chitter. perle is filming falco and focusing on . . . quite a mess of books in various assortments, stacked upon each other until they were in danger of tilting. among the open spines on the floors pinned with bookmarks were scrolls of paintings, sketches, statues, sepia photography— anything resembling a loving relationship, falco has seemed to have snatched it and keeps it all hostage in his little cabin home's attic like a greedy little dragon buried in precious, hoarded gold. he's pacing left, right, and has been caught mid-explanation as he works a red thread between his fingers. ]
—ee this, Perle? What I read, [ he paces some ways to the right to splay his hands on oh dear god what mad science project is this— so many pieces of paper glued to each other until it forms one massive canvas taking up the entirety of the attic wall. he's written words, names, and has a wild amount of different colored threads connecting to the various names. ] there're different types of love in a relationship, but that goes for any relationship, so it doesn't have to be romantic so— See Paul, right here?
Yes, boy, I can see. I wish I could close my eyes, and unsee. Would you listen just a moment to me—
[ she seems very close to her limit to listening to all of this for hours— but she relents. falco points to the names written on the slips next to his. ]
There's Eros, like the story, for two people, [ he pins the red thread from paul to both, and as he does so, with his back turned, ] and that's really hard to pull off because it's easy for anyone that loves someone to feel jealous, and Brother already said he feels that way sometimes like there'll be nothing left, do you think there's some Mania in there too? I'm not sure if it's Pragma, that takes time to evolve— Erwin and Levi are definitely Pragma.
Boy—
But these started as Philia and that's what this green is going to be for, and this gold is supposed to be Storge because we're all from the same House so that counts as familial like these here, it's really different from, like, Ymir and Historia, or Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth in Persuasion—
I've had it!
Wh—
You heard me! This is too much! It's been days! Cease! Go play outside! Make bread, brew tea for your fathers! Read your books and not the ones you stole! Is everyone seeing this, hm?! Good! [ it's clear she's talking to the sleepers, now, hopping onto an entire stack of books. ] Is this yours? Or this? Come get it! And this? [ she flutters onto a statue, then someone's flowery gift to a loved one, an elaborate painting of a couple in the hues of a purple sunset, then pecking at a little box with . . . were those— rings? ] These! Those! Also stolen! You haven't even apologized to Jun! And before you start, I am indeed shaming you! You've never stolen! You've never been obsessive or nosy or combative or— [ she puffs up big and nasty for a falcon no larger than a human palm. ] This! It is worse than hormonal! I do not like it! [ peck!! peck!! peck!! ] Shame! Shame on you!
What's with you—?!
And what's with you?! I hope they talk some sense into that smitten little head!
[ falco's face changes so many shades then, going from lime, to slime, to a deep castelon green from the tips of his ears to his collar bones. he's hushing angrily: ]
No one was supposed to see, they'll want to have it! Just like Jun!
You are dreadfully mistaken! A problem must be seen!
[ the worst (or best) of it is his sputtering voice that just gives way to the harshest, cracked shriek in teenage rebellion: ]
This is beautiful!!
[ this video opens up with the blink of two eyes and a disgruntled chitter. perle is filming falco and focusing on . . . quite a mess of books in various assortments, stacked upon each other until they were in danger of tilting. among the open spines on the floors pinned with bookmarks were scrolls of paintings, sketches, statues, sepia photography— anything resembling a loving relationship, falco has seemed to have snatched it and keeps it all hostage in his little cabin home's attic like a greedy little dragon buried in precious, hoarded gold. he's pacing left, right, and has been caught mid-explanation as he works a red thread between his fingers. ]
—ee this, Perle? What I read, [ he paces some ways to the right to splay his hands on oh dear god what mad science project is this— so many pieces of paper glued to each other until it forms one massive canvas taking up the entirety of the attic wall. he's written words, names, and has a wild amount of different colored threads connecting to the various names. ] there're different types of love in a relationship, but that goes for any relationship, so it doesn't have to be romantic so— See Paul, right here?
Yes, boy, I can see. I wish I could close my eyes, and unsee. Would you listen just a moment to me—
[ she seems very close to her limit to listening to all of this for hours— but she relents. falco points to the names written on the slips next to his. ]
There's Eros, like the story, for two people, [ he pins the red thread from paul to both, and as he does so, with his back turned, ] and that's really hard to pull off because it's easy for anyone that loves someone to feel jealous, and Brother already said he feels that way sometimes like there'll be nothing left, do you think there's some Mania in there too? I'm not sure if it's Pragma, that takes time to evolve— Erwin and Levi are definitely Pragma.
Boy—
But these started as Philia and that's what this green is going to be for, and this gold is supposed to be Storge because we're all from the same House so that counts as familial like these here, it's really different from, like, Ymir and Historia, or Anne Elliot and Captain Wentworth in Persuasion—
I've had it!
Wh—
You heard me! This is too much! It's been days! Cease! Go play outside! Make bread, brew tea for your fathers! Read your books and not the ones you stole! Is everyone seeing this, hm?! Good! [ it's clear she's talking to the sleepers, now, hopping onto an entire stack of books. ] Is this yours? Or this? Come get it! And this? [ she flutters onto a statue, then someone's flowery gift to a loved one, an elaborate painting of a couple in the hues of a purple sunset, then pecking at a little box with . . . were those— rings? ] These! Those! Also stolen! You haven't even apologized to Jun! And before you start, I am indeed shaming you! You've never stolen! You've never been obsessive or nosy or combative or— [ she puffs up big and nasty for a falcon no larger than a human palm. ] This! It is worse than hormonal! I do not like it! [ peck!! peck!! peck!! ] Shame! Shame on you!
What's with you—?!
And what's with you?! I hope they talk some sense into that smitten little head!
[ falco's face changes so many shades then, going from lime, to slime, to a deep castelon green from the tips of his ears to his collar bones. he's hushing angrily: ]
No one was supposed to see, they'll want to have it! Just like Jun!
You are dreadfully mistaken! A problem must be seen!
[ the worst (or best) of it is his sputtering voice that just gives way to the harshest, cracked shriek in teenage rebellion: ]
This is beautiful!!
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Yeah, or shelve some books in the archives? Write out 'I won't steal any more stuff' fifty times? I ...volunteered in the infirmary for a little while after July. She didn't come for me, so...
[maybe he could do that? help in the kitchens?]
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[if the reckoning cares so much about the letter of the law she can write some!!]
There have been rumors of people hoarding things all over the city. I don't see how we can help them all to make amends.
[she sighs. is this something they should be helping people with, like corruption or giving out food?]
I suppose we could set up some kind of clinic to help people please the Reckoning, if we could truly know what it is she wants.
[very hard to do legal aid without a legal system!!]
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[She huffs irritably, because Anna tried to sell her on the Reckoning way back in April, and then she turned out to be everything she sounded like.]
She decides she's the sole authority on what's justice or punishment or atonement and what isn't, and then she doesn't even give us her fucking terms.
By virtue of even living here we run the risk of being corrupted or thrust into a situation where we're forced to do wrong and she still just decides that doesn't matter at all! If she can't use her pea sized eldritch brain to detect nuance, why is she in charge! But even the most despicable shit done in the name of "justice" or "vengeance" gets a free pass, meanwhile so much as littering or not returning a library book will lose you a fucking arm.
Fucking Gods.
[This served no purpose beyond pointing out the obvious but it felt good to complain.]
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[it does feel good to complain.]
If she's such a stickler for the rules, then she should spit out those rules and put them up bright and shiny where they can be seen. It should come with a the map. We get a map, but not a copy of the "rules"? Yeah, fuck a bunch of that.
But ...I'm down with helping people return stuff. Or...
...I'm just spitballing, and this is probably nuts, but has anyone just asked for a sit down with her? Is that even possible?
[certainly not possible if she wants people to not follow the rules, if she's just as subject to her own whims as much as she is "the law", if the "law" fucking changes as unpredictably as the sea does. mariana can do what she wants, she's the ocean. the law isn't an ocean!]
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I have a friend that's communed with her, but, well, most of the Pthumerians are hard to talk to. Never-Mind is one of the few that you can just arrange to have a conversation with. [And he's a bit of a dick, but not that bad or unlikable.]
I'll look into any rituals used to summon her, I guess.
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[she will be ...more willing once jinx arrives.]
Mariana's easy to talk to, just ...good luck getting an answer or to even know if she heard you.
no subject
[She's still a little skeptical but Madame Generosity seems like a good noodle so far!!]
If you do lose a hand, there's people who can heal it. But... I don't think you will. [Vi did pay for her crimes, for one.]
no subject
I don't know much about mine except they're a wolf. Or can be. I just like yelling at the ocean. [it's stress relieving.]
no subject
She runs a club of some kind in the city in Cellar Door.
[She nods at Vi's description.]
Baus... phomette, I think. I've never heard their full name spoken, but they seem like one of the nicer ones.
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Huh. Then she'd be easy to find, I guess. That's convienient?
[that's also weird - but maybe they're even more like people than she'd thought before, in that some play well with others, some don't and some might even like being available ...or not.]
Bausphomette. Might not hurt for me to chat them up either, then. [she is taking adaine's word on this purely because adaine is "one of the smart ones", "does her research", "knows shit", etc. as far as vi is concerned, anyway. and she hasn't exactly given many fucks about the pthumerians aside from ugh that one and "whatever it's the ocean".]