get on with it

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clayborneadam:

At some point in his confusion, Adam decided to try and get some fresh air outside– and that’s when things began to make sense. With a newfound admiration for the moon, with a newfound sense of familiarity, he basked under the strange glow it put off before realizing what tonight was.The Super Blue Blood Moon. He’d read about it, once, but even then he never imagined it would have this kind of affect on him. He was, after all, nothing more than a husk of a man. Adam was fully functioning but that didn’t mean he was fully alive– he’d always assumed mysteries like this would skate around him and yet here he was; changing as if he were made like the rest of them.

Blinking up at the moon, his once dark green eyes shifting into a brilliant amber, he let himself linger for a moment before making his way back into the bar. Now that he wasn’t panicking it almost felt easy to control his new senses; his new impulses and desires. He almost felt normal again, despite what this night was. “Sure,” he replied back with a soft smile, the tone of his voice raspier than usual as he took a seat next to the stranger, “I could use a drink– and it looks like you almost need one too. How about this… you buy mine, I buy yours? That way we’re even?”

Well that suggestion was a pleasant surprise. Maybe the man was fairing better than he had originally suspected. Gideon mirrored the other’s smile and nodded in acceptance. “Okay, that sounds like a fair deal.” If he had been more aware of just what he was he would’ve been more careful with the words he said. All he knew was that his affinity to lightening and ability (or curse as he saw it as) to turn into stone was gone. The wings on his back should’ve been a big indicator of what he was now, but the lack of fatigue had been too enticing for him to double guess what was going on. 

Gideon looked at the bartender and motioned for another glass for himself and knew that he wouldn’t have to reiterate what the stranger and him had just agreed upon. Patrick always had a good ear on the patrons, but the man gave Gideon a peculiar look for a second. That caused his smile to slip but he pushed past the forming question. “Has the night been going well for you?” It was an innocent question since he had seen how many people have not been fairing well so far. 

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a-travis-ty:

“You look uncomfortable”. Travis blinked slowly at the man, looking him over. He didn’t notice anything too alarming about him, perhaps he was turned into something that wouldn’t eat him alive. He gestured over to a bench that sat against a wall, “Take a seat, I can’t have you fainting in my gallery”.

“That’s one way to put it,” he sighed back. Gideon gave the man a peculiar look but did as the other suggested and eased himself down onto the bench. His temples were massaged as he tried to block out what he heard just outside of the door. If he listened close enough he had a feeling he’d be able to pick up what this man thought, but he’d rather avoid that if he could. Yet hoping was easier than what usually happens. “Your gallery?” He said instead as he leaned over while he kept rubbed his temples. 

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haydenloenadrift:

This was arguably one of the best days of his life. But but it was dampened a little in that he had absolutely no clue how to control it. Best guess he had was that it was his intense longing to return to being a seal that had him in that form that often. The instant he wanted to form words? Humanity returned and Hayden was scrambling to get a hold of his jacket, “Fuck, that’s cold” He was laughing though, it was going to be hard to dampen his mood, “It’s fantastic” Hayden answered, once his jacket was safely wrapped around him. 

He’s seen other beings change right in front of him before, but not something that fast. Or maybe he was simply lucid enough to have an actual reaction instead of the usual blank stare. “At least some people are enjoying it.” What he said wasn’t mean to be snide, but then again it was always hard to tell with how flat and emotionless his tone was, but he was being sincere about the statement. There were a good amount of people he’s seen so for that have been caught in immense distress from what’s been happening. 

[madssonofmikkel]

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He might have been living his life as a semi-lifeless husk for decades, but even he had some sort of genuine emotions. As stone cold as he seemed on the outside, literally, it was just that constant fatigue plagued him from goign against his biological needs. Now he was able to live without that. He wasn’t sure for how long, but he knew that he was faring better than most people ever since the Super Blue Moon occurred. He was more aware and less ‘in the clouds’, so to speak, and it showed by how he walked straighter and was more focused on conversations. 

Gideon sat at the bar feeling better than he had for most of his life. He looked like any other passing humans since his wings hadn’t changed completely. There was still a details tattoo like pattern on his back, but they were veined instead of feathered. When someone came to sit near him he looked over with his half drained glass of whiskey in his hand. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked with a softer touch to his voice than usual. Almost as if he regained the emotion everyone else had thought he had lost. 

[haydenloenadrift]

This was…bliss. 

Hayden didn’t know how it happened, wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what happened. He also wasn’t sure if it was permanent. But at the moment he really didn’t care. This didn’t feel the same as when he had his pelt, not quite, he got the feeling that he might be able to turn into other animals as well, but why would he want to do that when he could finally feel like himself for the first time in years? 

If anyone stumbled upon the seal rolling around in the snow, they might be confused, but Hayden was taking a day to not give a damn about what other people thought. 

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What was he seeing? Gideon knew the answer to that, but he wasn’t sure why he was seeing it. This had to be an actual person, because there was no way a wild seal would actually be here rolling around on the ground. He flicked the ash from his cigarette in the opposite direction and kept his brows furrowed. “Is that entertaining?” He asked uncertainly. 

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[a-travis-ty]

Original species or not, Travis was still going to do his job. It was a bit unfortunate though. The flowers at his gallery were wilting, and without his usual elven touch, he was left to care for them slowly. It was hard work, but his gallery had to look perfect. He heard someone come in, making him stop his task and called out to them, “We don’t open until this afternoon, or at all, depending on if this moon effect will last long”.

[lassi-o]

Everything was so loud. Not just with the ambient noise around him, but the thoughts that he shouldn’t be able to hear were filtering through his head. He didn’t feel as sluggish and tired as he normally did and the wings on his back weren’t.. his. He shouldn’t have left the apartment, but he thought that some fresh air would do him some good. It really didn’t. The more he walked the more his head started to ache so he ducked into the next building he passed. It was significantly quieter here, and when he heard someone actually speak he looked over with pain still on his features although he put on a faint smile. “I’m sorry, I just needed somewhere to.. stop by for a second.” 

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cliffsanson:

It didn’t bother Cliff at all that the other man wasn’t smiling. What was there really to smile about? Cliff couldn’t see one tonight. He was in such a sour mood that it was probably radiating off him and effecting other people. What a pleasant man he was, truly. Work with the dead all day and then shun the living when he was around them. He gave a slow nod to the answer, figuring as much given the way the man looked. And then he sighed. “Pretty much.” This conversation was suffering, slowly crashing and burning, and neither of them were particularly trying to save it. Another drink from his bottle and Cliff pushed onward into the wasteland. “Probably be better off going home and crashing, but drinking seemed far less healthy and far more fun.”

It was nice to have a bartender know what sort of drink he usually started off with based on how he looked and acted. The more pessimistic view would merely point out how often he would have to come here for that to happen, and apparently Gideon overstepped that threshold as a tall glass of beer was set before him. He held up his hand in thanks before he dragged the beverage closer to him. “That’s exactly why I’m here too,” he drawled. He took a healthy swig from the glass and sighed. “At least it’s not hailing or storming outside.”

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sharptallcns:

Tallon watched him with curious and intrigued eyes. He hadn’t met a gargoyle before, hell, he hadn’t even met another valkyrie so he shouldn’t be surprised. “Interesting.” he said with a small tilt of his head as he looked over the elder man.

He supposed it was, but there wasn’t anything interesting about it to him. Most of what he was, was a nuisance if anything. Gideon breathed out the smoke in a sigh as he looked up at the morning sky. Then he remembered that he still had the pack and lighter so he held both of those items back out for the other man. “Thank you for sparing one,” he said rather belated.

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wthren:

Ren just chuckled, but dug into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a zippo, handing it to the other. “There you go. Have to say, that was really interesting to watch. I’ve never met a gargoyle before– correct me if I’m wrong on the species, just a guess.”

A quiet ‘thanks’ was muttered as he took the lighter. Gideon lit the cigarette and filled his lungs with smoke first before he answered. “There aren’t many of us.” Not anymore at least. “But you’re correct. I am gargoyle.”

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[helloyangmal]

[baba-yaga-not-only]

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cliffsanson:

Whatever was up with this guy must have been the worst, because he looked exhausted. And here he was with an upset stomach, acting like it was the end of the world. If he was honest, it made him feel a little better knowing he wasn’t the only one going through something. How sadistic of him to find any pleasure in another person’s troubles. Of course, he’d also found pleasure in murder, so it wasn’t a far step. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to do it.” That wasn’t a lie. It did make him feel good to do something for another person, but it was relatively short lived when he remembered how hungry he was. Maybe some conversation wouldn’t be the worst thing. “Sooo… long day?” He tried, very poorly. “It’s just, you look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

Gideon gave a small nod in response. He would’ve smile some but he couldn’t muster up the energy to do so. People say it takes more muscles to frown than to smile, but, well, his body begged to relax and the relaxed form was of a frown. Not a pleasant grin. Gideon leaned heavily against the counter and folded his arms on top of the surface. He hadn’t been expecting the man to keep up the conversation, and he had to loop the question and comment twice in his head before he caught on. “I’m afraid so.” Although, he didn’t mean it literally since it was the simple truth. “Was it similar for you?”

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sharptallcns:

Tallon really didn’t know how to react to what he saw. He knew that most everyone in New Paradiso were of supernatural descent. but that was one he hadn’t seen before. “I really need to lay off the drugs.” he mumbled to himself, rubbing his face with the hand that held a lit cigarette. He blinked rapidly a few times before nodding, tossing him his package of cigarettes, taking a drag out of his own. “Do you need a light as well?” he asked, pulling his out of his pocket of his leather jacket. He ran a hand through his dark hair. “So…may I ask you what you are? I saw that…whatever that was and I can’t help but be confused.” he asked and flicked his ashes on the ground.

He managed to catch the pack without fumbling and nodded in response to the question. Maybe if he could breathe fire like some of this kin then he wouldn’t need the aid, but he wasn’t that dramatic to spark some lightening just to light a cigarette. “I’m a gargoyle,” he replied in an even voice. Which, for once didn’t sound grating to his own, usually tired, ears.