etrayalogs | wavering [OPEN]

WHO: Knife, OTA
WHEN: Pre-mission January
WHERE: DIFFERENT PLACES
WHAT: Some open prompts to play with bc i wanna play
NOTES\WARNINGS: Knife cusses a lot, throws brazen suicide/death jokes/hyperbole around (i'll flag 'em if they come up), can reference body horror, buuuut nothing dire in the starters. i'll cw when appropriate

o1. mall crawl - location: charronway, the big fuckin' mall

[Pending hasn't seen this much fucking excess since Earth-2, and at least that shit was...spaced out? er, stacked different? this has an oppressive, suffocating density that it makes the choice paralysis Knife faced in the grocery store fleeting and laughable.

this...is not inherently a bad thing. it's just.

man.

the acoustics in here, given how empty it is of the volume of people it's clearly meant to house...makes things kinda creepy.

less creepy in more well-stocked shops full of clothes to muffle the linoleum, though.

that's where the half-orc is: making assorted piles of things on the floor while milling around or perching on a counter or seat and going to town on some pieces - tearing them up, swapping sleeves, removing or adding buttons...]

o2. pillage - location: farway, the junkyard

[meanwhile, Antigone may be found far elsewhere at a different time doing a different kind of ferreting. amazing the kind of shit that gets discarded, y'know? it's not that this place is lacking in much, but it bothers Knife that there's enough to have excess like this.

none will be forgiven for mistaking her for local trash bandit wildlife, but it's admittedly an honest mistake. if raccoons or possums from your world are purple and teal and wear cute puffy clothes.

in either case, if one isn't keen on announcing their presence while observing this pilfering-in-progress, they may wind up tripping a few slapdash little traps designed to make glass clatter or metal clink in alarm! get noticed idiot]

o3. blade array - location: jinglewalk, winery grounds

[the vineyards are abandoned as far as Pending knows or cares; the person who first guided him here hasn't cropped up in...a while. Pending's not going to dwell on it and get more existential and pissed off, instead deciding that a brazen break-in and pilfering of the weapon rack is crime enough to draw the resident out or...

...

...whatever. free blades.

whether caught in the midst of freeing the estate of its sword array or out in the vineyard doing drills alone, Pending's fairly locked in, and his eyes are near as sharp as the blades he's pinched.

who goes there.]

o4. shadowing - location: wherever you are 🫵

[on some nights, Antigone gets too anxious to stay idle in Dewpoint and goes roaming. peeping. shadowing. gotta get a read of some of these fuckin' weirdos living here - it's a survival thing! Knife needs to start surviving!

...byyyy studying others and discerning what features, gestures, and tones seem most useful to borrow for later.

so, whatcha up to at this hour, weirdo.]

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[Dwayne had also noticed the acoustics of this place, but rather than be creeped out by the large, empty building, he wants to have fun with it. Sitting there in his wolfman form, Dwayne lets out a howl that echoes through the building.]

[the noise is startling enough on principle that Pending immediately throws himself away from his work to hide: two mannequins topple over, half-dressed, scattering fabric and knocking some hangers over and causing even more of a clatter. he's already vaulted over the counter and into a stealth crouch by then, lips drawn back in a grimacing snarl as adrenaline takes him.

What the fuck NOW? Another fucking monster? Aren't we done with those?

he pats himself down, feels for the hilt of his dagger, holds it for security while carefully slipping it out of his belt. listens. waits.]

[At the sound of a clatter, Dwayne turns to focus on the sound. Company! He should go say hi. His long, sharp nails click and scratch against the tile as he follows the source of the sound to a clothing shop. It looks like someone was doing a bit of sewing in here, but they seem to be gone now? No, he realizes as he sniffs the air, they're still here. Is that...Pending? But why is he hiding?

It slowly dawns on Dwayne that he maybe, just possibly, scared him. Again. He does that a lot. His human form is probably less intimidating. The sound of cracking and popping could then be heard as Dwayne shifts back to his human form.]

Sorry if I scared you. I was just seeing how my howl would sound when it's all echoey.

[Knife doesn't love being detected, but like. what can you fucking do, huh? Pending can't just...not smell.

it's nice that he can project that frustration off himself and onto fucking Dwayne when he hears that carefree voice.

after...all the...crunching...at least.

for a few seconds there, Pending plays at pretending to not have heard at all, but that's stupid. he slowly peeks over the register, scowling, confirming that the voice matches the face.

indignant:] I wasn't scared. Just cautious.

Oh, good. I'm glad I didn't scare you. You also don't have to be cautious, though, because it's just me.

[Which is something he probably didn't have to clarify, since Pending clearly is aware of that now.]

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