#haemoneiron

[memovouloir]

{;EVENT STARTER @haemoneiron​}

"This town ain’t big enough for the two of us...” she said, dressed in a period-accurate cowboy outfit fitting of the old western film she was placed in.

That was basically the only line she could think of to say, though. So after a moment of hesitation, she just blurted out, “Draw!” and unholstered her finger guns and aimed them directly at Crow, who Memo already knew would be waiting for her after she threw open the saloon doors.

[passionforfashion]

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“I don’t fancy myself a Halloween expert, but I don’t think a t-shirt that says ‘costume’ on it really counts for much...”

It did get an amused smile out of her though, so maybe that’s all this person was really going for in the end? Maybe it does count, then, if it made her smile?

“What’d you go as last year?”

[twilitimperium]

[ @haemoneiron​ ]

“Oh, it’s you again!”

Midna revealed herself from Crow’s shadow, having only been in there in the first place because she was hopping from shadow to shadow with no regard for who it belonged to.

“I was beginning to think you’d left this place! Do you ever get out?”

“Speaking of, are you still doing that whole dramatic castle thing? And before you ask, yes, it was very dramatic.”

[beckonsosweetly]

Starter | @haemoneiron​

As Crow waited in the other room, just beyond the halfway that Maria had her back to, Maria was preparing a very fancy feast. The finest quality chicken she could find, some tuna, and rice. She was putting more effort into this meal than she would normally, but for good reason. This meal was for her cat.

Even though she was making Crow wait, she was still able to speak while she chopped up the cooked chicken.

“So, Crow. You’ve been here a long time, then. This city, that is, not my home.” Maria already knew this (though not the exact timeframe) but this was more to lead into the conversation than a question.

“I’ve stopped wondering about the ‘how’ of things and now question the ‘whens.’ Particularly, when you began to feel your strength return to you.”

[actuallymuffet]

Starter | @haemoneiron​

The two of them were given very clear instructions by Memo and Nami. They were not allowed to leave this room until they’d found a pair of costumes that worked together, just like Memo and Nami had. They were left in one of the master bedrooms so they’d have a wardrobe to change in, and given a huge pile of miscellaneous costumes piled onto the bed.

They’d also been locked in, but Muffet thought that humourous given that either her or Crow could easily break out if they wanted to. Without wasting much time, Muffet went over to the costume pile and picked up what was on top: a very long black cloak thing.

“This doesn’t even look like a costume...”

[abyssalhowl]

Running with @haemoneiron​

Asking for directions is a new experience for Sif. Usually, she’d be able to track Crow by smell alone. At least those she had asked for directions were accurate in their descriptions of Crow’s castle in that it was ‘hard to miss’.

She stood a respectable distance from the gate. Sif had heard that it would open for those that Crow would allow into the castle, but she had never heard anything about what would happen if she failed that test. She was no longer a young pup, ready to jump headfirst into danger.

Luckily (or unluckily), Sif began to feel the hair on the nape of her neck rise with unease. She was certain that if she still had a ruff, it would be standing on end. Through her weak human nose, she could smell moonlight, darkness, and... decay? She turns to see Crow covered in bandages. Ah. Perhaps the new smell was due to some factor of her costume.

As she approached, Sif nodded her head in greeting.

“Greetings, Lady Crow. I wast hoping to find thee hither. I believe I have not hadst the chance to formally introduce myself in a way thou might understand. I am Sif, the Great Grey Wolf.”

She gave a small bow, as is courteous of a human knight.

“I am given to understand this temporary appearance of mine may beest more... acceptable to thee than mine other one.” Sif was trying to be polite as possible, but she couldn’t help the slight snarl at the word ‘acceptable,’ for she was very proud of her true form.

“Given this opportunity, I wast hoping we might setteth aside our differences for the time being and converse openly? Gwyndolin seems quite fond of thee and I would like to see why for myself.  Would thou agree to speaketh with me?”

[antagonyaist]

@haemoneiron​ - Spiralefes starter

“Comin’ atcha, like Catra!”

Catra suddenly pounced from the middle of the crowd. Crow was on the small side and her quiet presence tended to get swallowed up by others, but her silver hair glowed in the low-light like moonlight and Catra could follow her scent anywhere. 

She had never met anybody who smelled so disgustingly of blood. 

However, Catra’s attempt at a surprise attack failed as she was swatted down easily. She rolled around on the ground, and immediately recovered getting up on her feet again. She was a cat, she always landed gracefully. Catra felt dizzy, stumbled, found the nearest trash can and hurled. 

That wasn’t so graceful. 

Catra wiping her mouth looked back up at Crow. She wasn’t looking at Crow, as her eyes kept going back and forth like there were two Crows standing there and she was unsure which was the real one. 

“Oh, that’s right. If you shout before you attack they’ll know you’re coming. You taught me that. You’re such a good teacher, y’know, telling me how to not get my ass kicked and stuff. That’s why I won’t kill ya this time.”

She looked like she could barely stand. Let alone kill someone.

Catra stumbled forward and grabbed onto Crow for balance without asking. 

“Hey, hey, hey, how come you went partying without me? Is it because you don’t like me? I’m totally fun at parties. You know whose not fun at parties? Adoooooora. What were we talking about again? Oh right, my favorite subject: me. Hey crow, crow, crow, go drinking with me it’ll be fuuuuuuun. Look how much fun I’m having right now. I’m not miserable at all.” 

[karmotrinelifesaver]

Starter | @haemoneiron​

Jill didn’t often call people on her phone, she much preferred to text, but in this case, she didn’t want a written record of this conversation. Too risky.

“Heyy. Crow? It’s Jill.” She knew that. It’s a smartphone. It has caller ID, Jill. “You’re a pretty crafty person, right?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know a thing or two about eh... fixing clothing, would you? Sewing, mending...”