I’m coming to find you. Feed on an animal if you can. It’ll help.
[ He 100% does not expect a response – or for Sasuke to even look at his message. It would've been better if he could have convinced Jonas to send it. ]
[ hello, sasuke. there's an incoming photograph -- of what looks like a bill for some magical, professional cleaning for a single vest. it's for the aefenglom equivalent of about $25.00.
[ maybe it should've been a good idea to give descriptors. did he? they?? probably not. it leaves a tall, lanky teen looking about the coven's front doors with a book in hand. maybe he should ask . . .
yes, he's asking everyone. ]
Hellooo, you here for Jump? No? [ and then, he goes to the next suspecting victim: ] Heya, you here for organ donations? [ a little wave. ] Jump?
[ He shows up exactly within the given timeframe, not early or late, and he quickly comes to the same realization. Who is he looking for? How will he find the–
Person loudly advertising Jump? Ah. Of course. ]
Calm down. I'm the person you spoke to. [ Right, the shady-looking one-armed guy in the black cloak. ]
[ The network connection has been unreliable; Stiles nevertheless attempts to send a video to Sasuke for the sixth time that night as the group settles down at camp. When it finally goes through, the video depicts a slow, three hundred sixty-degree pan of a massive boulder. It’s clear that this video was taken much earlier in the day, while the sun was still up. Stiles does not show his face, though the crunch of his boots through the grass is audible as he walks around the boulder. The boulder itself is a curious thing, with impressive detail carved into the stone: what appears to be large horns, the affected texture of scales, a curled tail… Sickly, black webbing of Cwyld infection encompasses all areas. Perhaps Sasuke won’t require Stiles to inform him what may be obvious.
Once the video finishes, a text is sent. ]
Connection is bad, just FYI. That boulder is Creiá, one of the dragon protectors we’re trying to heal.
[ He isn't expecting the message, but seeing the name that accompanies it has him opening the video almost immediately. The sight itself is beautiful in its own way, though despite his own personal interest in it his eyes keep being drawn to the background of the frames. Black, infected.
Sasuke finds himself gripped by a need to be there, and not solely to investigate. But the way his fingers stutter over his watch and his hand gives way to a brief shudder reminds him just how bad an idea that is. ]
I received the video, FYI. It's useful to see it like this.
Emil and I burned away Cwyld-infected vegetation near the outpost – worth considering to reduce risk. Is everyone okay?
[ An hour to midnight on the thirty-first, not quite twenty-four hours after their inconclusive text conversation, he’s stood waiting a short distance from Sasuke’s building. He doesn’t approach the front door to knock; while it might have been an opportunity to potentially pry into the other teen’s personal life, Stiles is too dead on his feet to even think to do so. Since the mission to cleanse Créia’s tree, there’s been almost no chance for him to catch up on his significant sleep deficit. Worse yet, those repeated trips into the Wildes without a Bond have finally taken a toll – the inexorable pull of the moon has him staring up at the sky with a hollow, sunken gaze. ]
Outside.
[ Message sent, Stiles resumes his hungry regard of the moon, back to the house. Tonight finds him dressed in surprisingly dour colors, the hood of his sweatshirt drawn up in an attempt to deafen the overwhelming stimuli of the city wreaking havoc on his ADHD. At the same time, he’s conversely taken to rolling up the sleeves of that sweatshirt to his elbows, ascertaining the trichobothria are unhampered by fabric. Conflicting desires continue to throw his life into chaos. ]
He can pretend he doesn't know why, pretend it's the moon high in the sky that pulls at dead blood the same way it arouses Stiles's instincts, pretend it's the slow shutdown of organs that will eventually claim his life. He can pretend it isn't because he's consumed with thoughts of his brother's final moments. The dreams. How to coax his expression and brace against disappointment if he doesn't see him tonight. How to guard his emotions and handle Itachi's desire to not be here if he does. It's enough almost to make him set aside the events of the past week in answering that text, focus effectively shifted to something else. ]
[Ahh, the cometflies. So pretty. So inconvenient. Even more inconvenient, however, appears to be the local superstition about matching colors. There's a soft yellow glow emitting from the side of Qrow's neck as an elderly woman all but bodily shoves him toward Sasuke, tittering about the fated connection the cometflies bring, and how they are destined to have a deep and long-lasting connection.
Qrow hasn't seen him since their argument at the bar, but despite the woman's manhandling, he doesn't find himself feeling particularly sour about the incident or the woman's presence hovering until they actually strike up a conversation.]
These people really need a hobby, huh?
[There's so much matchmaking in Aefenglom, it's wild. But right now it mostly just seems funny. Nobody's been this invested in what relationships he formed since he was a teenager at Beacon.]
[ The yellow glow he sports is equally subtle, a bright stamp on the back of his left ear that was nevertheless spotted by that busybody of a woman who thought he just had to find someone. And now? It seems he has, and seeing Qrow inspires a snort of amusement rather than derision.
Their disagreement in the bar? Hardly forgotten, but considered part of the past. It's definitely not enough to taint his suspiciously good mood. ]
Something like that... So you're out here too. I suppose it makes sense; this isn't a sight too often seen.
Have you been watching for long? [ He nods, up at the beautiful sky above them. ]
[ The next time the Vampire returns to the building he’s staying in – not home, not for him – there will be a small package awaiting Sasuke on the doorstep. Inside are two familiar dark, long-sleeved shirts that mysteriously went missing from Sasuke’s wardrobe a week prior. At first glance, nothing has changed about them. But maybe Sasuke is attuned enough to the undercurrents of magic in Aefenglom to sense that these shirts are now enchanted.
Stiles debated about including a note. While he’d vastly prefer not to claim responsibility for the breaking and entering and shirt theft, he’s not confident Sasuke will actually wear the shirts again without some kind of explanation. And so, aware that any other message will be lost to the language barrier, he simply writes “~Mieczysław” on a slip of paper tucked in the fold of a collar.
If Sasuke bothers to pull one of the shirts on, or even test the material in his hands, he’ll find that the shirts are warm – enchanted specifically to help him combat the lowered body temperature of his transformation. ]
[ He does not bother to put the shirts on, not yet. First, he has a message to send to a certain interloper who's left him wary and paranoid for a week. ]
[In the time after those vague, half-imagined dreams of past events, Itachi has not contacted his younger brother over what was seen and shared. So it will be a surprise when Sasuke receives an early morning visitor, just after the hours of dawn.
A large black crow lands on Sasuke's windowsill, rapping sharply at glass with its beak. Fastened to its leg is a crisply folded letter. Upon opening, he'll find neat, handwritten calligraphy:]
Sasuke,
Consider this a test.
I have found an adequate method for summoning animals through magic that appears equivalent to my previous abilities. It obeys my direction, even across distances and out of my visual range, and may even serve the additional benefit of funneling excess magic. I believe the term used here for them is a 'familiar.'
It is my suspicion the devices we use — these watches — may not be a secure channel of communication. If you wish to respond, the bird will wait. If not, simply return this letter to it. I'll understand that to be your answer and won't contact you further in this manner.
[ That bird rouses Sasuke from his new nocturnally-dictated sleep, blinking tiredness from his eyes with ninjalike intolerance before he's almost immediately on his feet. Seeing the crow causes his stomach to flip with a mix of nostalgic anxiety and anticipation, already well-aware of just who the bird's owner is before he allows it inside.
Sure enough he recognizes the handwriting and finds some comfort in seeing his native tongue written out by hand, sinking into his desk chair to quickly review it. A provision for what he should do if he doesn't want to respond? Unnecessary but perhaps typical of Itachi to include. He wants to sigh at it but even that is an indulgence he doesn't allow himself, resigned instead to freeing a sheet of paper from a nearby notebook so that he might write back immediately. The fact that he reached out at all is... significant. Precious. He won't allow it to escape so easily. ]
I've received your letter via your familiar. Your terminology is correct; I've seen several of them in person now and have studied their effects. As expected of you, that you'd already have one working for you.
I too suspect the watches and had Stiles instruct me on how to block others from viewing private conversations held through its channels. I'll show you how to employ that method when next I see you.
[ He doesn't address or sign the letter, finding such formalities pointless and a waste of his time. He does at least fold the letter properly before returning it to the bird which proceeds to peck at him mercilessly before turning tail and flying off. Sasuke barely seems to notice. Fuck you. ]
(it's been a few nights since the dream. hard-fought, each and every one of them, because there was no way to prepare himself for the sights seen inside of the uchiha mirrors... and it seems so foolish now that he'd had the gall to tell himself he could. it shouldn't have happened, but what's done is done. those private memories are an artificial part of his own now.
waking up at dawn after another fitful night, wide-eyed and frightened, jonas reaches for his watch.)
[ It's strange trying to focus so hard on emotions felt outside of him, to track Jonas's wellbeing even as his own spirals. This won't push him far in one direction or another but will settle like a weight the way it always does, present, undealt with, and not pressing. It's why he thinks of his Bonded instead.
Reaching out to him is something he hadn't been ready to do, but when his watch notifies him he has a message he finds himself reaching for it immediately – the pang of fear before it had been unmissable. ]
911, what's your emergency? Uh, yeah, a dude broke into my house and I fought him outside my bathroom? And he fainted, so now I have him tied up on my couch. What do I do?
[ The influx of both new and familiar faces in Aefenglom has Stiles too keenly aware of the one face he hasn’t seen in several weeks. And after what happened this morning, he’s more than ready to try reconnecting with Sasuke. So, some time in the early evening, he hesitantly sends his friend a text. ]
[ The message both is and isn't unexpected. Did he know the timing? No. Did he believe a text would eventually come? Yes. Their relationship wouldn't be irrevocably damaged that easily, but as the one that had chosen to quietly cease contact he's the one that had been slower to rally an attempt to reach out. ]
[When Mikasa owed Tataru a favor, she didn't expect it to be taste testing booze. But that had been what Tataru had asked, so that was what she got.
Which left Mikasa with a strange predicament. When she woke up and saw her craft supplies.]
Remember I told you to wear pants?
I think I made you some.
[Because no matter how much she thinks on it, she couldn't work out how the tiny overalls would fit anything else. And this was entirely text so that he couldn't her own confusion at her creation.]
[ Why yes, he does remember. Sure it takes him a moment and a few rereads of one of the strangest messages he's gotten in a long time, but he's caught up and ready to go in no time. But why... ]
Sasuke, this is Eren. [ the last time he mentioned the network, he was still under krueger, so best to get any doubt immediately out of the way. ] You're a vampire, right?
Jonas needs to hear about Donovan. I'm going to tell him. I know this is probably really awkward timing, but would you be cool being there when I do tell him? If it's too much, I get it. No worries.
I just figured, since you saw what happened, he'd have an easier time believing it was self-defense with your second opinion.
[ He has yet to fully digest what happened earlier today and the text that comes from Stiles is far from what he expects to read... and immediately his mind starts jumping to conclusions despite himself. Does he want things open between them in order to facilitate the beginning of a relationship? The timing is almost too suspect otherwise, isn't it?
Or has he really just been carrying this weight? ]
Of course I can be there. When do you want it to happen?
He looks up, the low light provided by orange lanterns limiting his sight when he scans the area for Jonas. The black fan he's purchased is abruptly snapped shut, tucked into a loose pocket in order to free him up to respond. ]
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text, un: jonas.
un: sasukeuchiha
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text; (network name: "Stiles"); 02/12, after Sasuke takes off
[ He 100% does not expect a response – or for Sasuke to even look at his message. It would've been better if he could have convinced Jonas to send it. ]
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Are you still looking?
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text, un: jonas.
Contact me when you get this, okay? We're worried about you.
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I've gotten your message.
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that's it, that's the message. ]
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backdated action!!! coven meet up just to finalize ....!!! ✨
yes, he's asking everyone. ]
Hellooo, you here for Jump? No? [ and then, he goes to the next suspecting victim: ] Heya, you here for organ donations? [ a little wave. ] Jump?
blessed by this
Person loudly advertising Jump? Ah. Of course. ]
Calm down. I'm the person you spoke to. [ Right, the shady-looking one-armed guy in the black cloak. ]
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(03/11) text, un: jonas.
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Much better now. How are you?
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text; network name: "Stiles"; dated during the Dragon Tree quest part 1
Once the video finishes, a text is sent. ]
Connection is bad, just FYI. That boulder is Creiá, one of the dragon protectors we’re trying to heal.
[ Then: ]
For Your Information
my heart
Sasuke finds himself gripped by a need to be there, and not solely to investigate. But the way his fingers stutter over his watch and his hand gives way to a brief shudder reminds him just how bad an idea that is. ]
I received the video, FYI. It's useful to see it like this.
Emil and I burned away Cwyld-infected vegetation near the outpost – worth considering to reduce risk. Is everyone okay?
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text; network name: "Stiles"; dated after March TDM dream
Judging from the timing of certain posts to the network, new Mirrorbound always arrive on the first of a month. That’s just two weeks from now.
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[ There's no need to pretend he doesn't know why he's offering the information. They're both too smart for that. ]
It'll be a shame that you weren't able to speak more if he doesn't arrive.
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audio, un: jonas.
–Sasuke? Sasuke, you there?
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Jonas, calm down. What is it?
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text; network name: "Stiles" / action
Outside.
[ Message sent, Stiles resumes his hungry regard of the moon, back to the house. Tonight finds him dressed in surprisingly dour colors, the hood of his sweatshirt drawn up in an attempt to deafen the overwhelming stimuli of the city wreaking havoc on his ADHD. At the same time, he’s conversely taken to rolling up the sleeves of that sweatshirt to his elbows, ascertaining the trichobothria are unhampered by fabric. Conflicting desires continue to throw his life into chaos. ]
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He can pretend he doesn't know why, pretend it's the moon high in the sky that pulls at dead blood the same way it arouses Stiles's instincts, pretend it's the slow shutdown of organs that will eventually claim his life. He can pretend it isn't because he's consumed with thoughts of his brother's final moments. The dreams. How to coax his expression and brace against disappointment if he doesn't see him tonight. How to guard his emotions and handle Itachi's desire to not be here if he does. It's enough almost to make him set aside the events of the past week in answering that text, focus effectively shifted to something else. ]
You still want to do this?
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(04/03) text, un: jonas.
would you believe i forgot and had to remember what i wrote
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get out of my inbox
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don't you dare
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slinks in here ten years late for cometflies
Qrow hasn't seen him since their argument at the bar, but despite the woman's manhandling, he doesn't find himself feeling particularly sour about the incident or the woman's presence hovering until they actually strike up a conversation.]
These people really need a hobby, huh?
[There's so much matchmaking in Aefenglom, it's wild. But right now it mostly just seems funny. Nobody's been this invested in what relationships he formed since he was a teenager at Beacon.]
that's such a cute icon
Their disagreement in the bar? Hardly forgotten, but considered part of the past. It's definitely not enough to taint his suspiciously good mood. ]
Something like that... So you're out here too. I suppose it makes sense; this isn't a sight too often seen.
Have you been watching for long? [ He nods, up at the beautiful sky above them. ]
qrow is very cute in v7
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Stiles debated about including a note. While he’d vastly prefer not to claim responsibility for the breaking and entering and shirt theft, he’s not confident Sasuke will actually wear the shirts again without some kind of explanation. And so, aware that any other message will be lost to the language barrier, he simply writes “~Mieczysław” on a slip of paper tucked in the fold of a collar.
If Sasuke bothers to pull one of the shirts on, or even test the material in his hands, he’ll find that the shirts are warm – enchanted specifically to help him combat the lowered body temperature of his transformation. ]
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letter, 4/24
A large black crow lands on Sasuke's windowsill, rapping sharply at glass with its beak. Fastened to its leg is a crisply folded letter. Upon opening, he'll find neat, handwritten calligraphy:]
Sasuke,
Consider this a test.
I have found an adequate method for summoning animals through magic that appears equivalent to my previous abilities. It obeys my direction, even across distances and out of my visual range, and may even serve the additional benefit of funneling excess magic. I believe the term used here for them is a 'familiar.'
It is my suspicion the devices we use — these watches — may not be a secure channel of communication. If you wish to respond, the bird will wait. If not, simply return this letter to it. I'll understand that to be your answer and won't contact you further in this manner.
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Sure enough he recognizes the handwriting and finds some comfort in seeing his native tongue written out by hand, sinking into his desk chair to quickly review it. A provision for what he should do if he doesn't want to respond? Unnecessary but perhaps typical of Itachi to include. He wants to sigh at it but even that is an indulgence he doesn't allow himself, resigned instead to freeing a sheet of paper from a nearby notebook so that he might write back immediately. The fact that he reached out at all is... significant. Precious. He won't allow it to escape so easily. ]
I've received your letter via your familiar. Your terminology is correct; I've seen several of them in person now and have studied their effects. As expected of you, that you'd already have one working for you.
I too suspect the watches and had Stiles instruct me on how to block others from viewing private conversations held through its channels. I'll show you how to employ that method when next I see you.
[ He doesn't address or sign the letter, finding such formalities pointless and a waste of his time. He does at least fold the letter properly before returning it to the bird which proceeds to peck at him mercilessly before turning tail and flying off. Sasuke barely seems to notice. Fuck you. ]
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(post-memshare) text, un: jonas.
waking up at dawn after another fitful night, wide-eyed and frightened, jonas reaches for his watch.)
Are you up?
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Reaching out to him is something he hadn't been ready to do, but when his watch notifies him he has a message he finds himself reaching for it immediately – the pang of fear before it had been unmissable. ]
Jonas, are you okay?
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(05/03) text, un: jonas.
What do I do?????
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Keep a weapon on him and I'll be there as soon as possible. Describe his build and everything that happened.
[ Well this explains Jonas's emotions this morning. What the fuck. ]
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text; private (network name: "Stiles"); 05/05 night
Hey. You free?
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Stiles.
What is it that you need?
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un:ma text - Maiuril 16th? - This is dumb
Which left Mikasa with a strange predicament. When she woke up and saw her craft supplies.]
Remember I told you to wear pants?
I think I made you some.
[Because no matter how much she thinks on it, she couldn't work out how the tiny overalls would fit anything else. And this was entirely text so that he couldn't her own confusion at her creation.]
i think you mean perfect
For a bat.
[ Why yes, he does remember. Sure it takes him a moment and a few rereads of one of the strangest messages he's gotten in a long time, but he's caught up and ready to go in no time. But why... ]
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un: jaeger, (surprise—?!)
opens arms
You're a man of many names. Which should I use?
Either way, yes. Explain.
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3/3 i'm like in tears why is this so funny
i come to destroy
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text; private (network name: "Stiles"); 06/14 several hours after Jonas' network post
Jonas needs to hear about Donovan. I'm going to tell him. I know this is probably really awkward timing, but would you be cool being there when I do tell him? If it's too much, I get it. No worries.
I just figured, since you saw what happened, he'd have an easier time believing it was self-defense with your second opinion.
hi stiles how are you
Or has he really just been carrying this weight? ]
Of course I can be there. When do you want it to happen?
WE AIN'T GOT NO TIME FOR SMALL TALK, SASUKE
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text, un: jonas.
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He looks up, the low light provided by orange lanterns limiting his sight when he scans the area for Jonas. The black fan he's purchased is abruptly snapped shut, tucked into a loose pocket in order to free him up to respond. ]
Jonas? Where are you?
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text, un: itachiuchiha (night of juril 18)
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