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Log | Late September through October catch-all | Open
Who: Edalyn Clawthorne and maybe you
When: Late September and throughout October
Where: ADI HQ, Gloucester
Summary: Eda’s more of a big weird harpy woman than usual + prompts from the TDM (Eda has a double causing problems on purpose, Eda sleepwalks and follows a vision into harm’s way)
Warnings:
Makeover: Historical religious persecution in B. Nothing else yet but the standing possibility of dead loved ones/a fantasy population being wiped out as a topic + her generally not great emotional state. Hit me up to opt out of anything specific! (Please note I do very much want lighthearted content too this month, just covering my bases because she is overall having a time.)
Kill Your Double: Impersonation, unintentional gaslighting, mild violence, alcohol mentions
Out of Touch: Unnatural sleep, altered mental states, being trapped in nightmares, dead loved ones, unintentionally putting herself in mortal peril/roof jumping imagery
A Little Makeover
A)
During the end of September and beginning of October, Eda stayed inside her apartment rather more than usual. It might not be terribly hard to guess why, for anyone who saw or heard about her getting herself in trouble for using magic and acting feral.
On the other hand, whenever she’s out and about the ADI compound and making some attempt to keep herself busy, she’s hard to miss.
While she isn’t trying to draw attention to herself, she’s earning a few more looks than usual. Where Eda normally almost passes for human, it’s currently clear that she’s anything but. Her already impressive height–over six foot without her habitual heels, and around six-six with them–has become well over seven. That’s without heels, because she isn’t bothering with attempting to wear anything over her large, taloned bird feet.
It isn’t just the height or the birdlike legs and talons, though. Her eyes are yellow, both of them now, with black scleras, and her upper body and arms are covered in red feathers, hands tipped with sharp claws. But what you’ll probably notice from a distance are the huge grey owl wings.
On some days she can be found working, even though she isn’t feeling especially happy with the ADI right now. She does need things to focus on, ways to feel useful and feel like she’s helping people. She’ll be keeping up her involvement with research and investigations, especially into the current strange happenings and… apparently an evil little bard girl? Well, it’s a distraction.
Other times she might just be lurking in the branches of trees, looking down at you like a particularly strange sample of local wildlife. Or simply pacing around the grounds.
B)
There’s also days where she can be found in the library, poking through history books or in front of a computer, hunched a bit awkwardly and with her wings sprawling behind her chair.
While it’s similar to when she first got here, she seems in something of a worse mood. She doesn’t seem to be researching the entities, this time, or even ways to get home. This time she’s reading about witch trials. Especially witch trials in early 1600s America. Something on her mind? What would possibly give you that idea?
Kill Your Double
A)
Eda also spends some time off of the ADI grounds, although for the first half of October she spends most, if oddly not all, of her time tailed by a security officer. Some days she investigates the strange things happening in town, or takes a shift trying to keep kids out of the park.
Now and then, you might spot her putting up posters looking for a certain slightly beat-up blonde teenager frequently seen wearing an owl mask, which read things like have you seen this nerd? Is she a lot more worried than she wants to admit about said kid? And about what happens to the people who vanish, but mostly because in this case she’s really hoping that if Hunter did, they don’t go home? What would possibly give you that idea?
B)
Either way, the more time she spends out in Gloucester, the more she notices the townsfolk getting less friendly. She isn’t sure why, and she probably finds it just a little more grating than she normally would. Her opinions on humans are running a touch more negative than usual.
“Yeah, yeah, I know I can be a little abrasive but I’ve never done anything worth this much yelling… to you,” she grumbles, while an old woman she’s almost certain she’s never met yells at her about something she’s barely even following, mostly in a human realm language she doesn’t know.
“Oh come on, I’d remember if I shoplifted here–” she complains, on another day, while a clothing shop worker tries to convince her to leave.
“Titan’s sake my guy, I did not hit on your wife. I can do better. Wait, Saturday night? Okay, that one might’ve been me. I did have a lot of cider.”
It keeps happening, things like that. Eda is–even as a ‘human’--pretty hard to mistake for anyone else… so she’d really like to know who’s messing with her.
C)
Or maybe, out in Gloucester, you run into… well it certainly looks like Eda! It sounds like Eda. For the most part, it even acts like Eda. On occasion, it’s even being tailed by whatever guard was meant to be keeping an eye on Eda.
But whoever this is, it’s acting like Eda at her worst. Lying and stealing and finding excuses to cause the sort of mischief and chaos that Eda herself has been trying very hard not to give in to the temptation to cause here.
One day, it points a small group of kids towards a section of the fence around Dogtown that isn’t being watched as closely as the rest. After all, if they don’t want you going in there, there must be something cool to find, right? Stick it to the Man, kiddos.
On another, it manages to start a fistfight with the bouncer at a local club. Looks like the real Eda will need to find somewhere else to drink a slightly concerning amount.
Now and then, it picks someone’s pocket–maybe even yours. Sometimes it gets away with it and sometimes it doesn’t. If it actually was Eda, it might be more successfully subtle about the whole thing. Then again, would doing better ruin Eda’s reputation as fast as getting caught?
Or maybe you just find it stealing candy from babies, insulting the neighbors to their faces, breaking windows, or spraypainting fuck the police on various surfaces. There’s always the most straight-forward approach to making Eda look bad, after all.
Out of Touch (mid Oct)
Eda knows about the music, and by now about the Avatar thought to be causing it; in fact, she’s one of the people to volunteer when it comes to getting involved with the hunt for her. Unfortunately, no amount of knowing means that she’s immune to the effect.
Also unfortunately… while it would be, for once, convenient to have a security officer keeping an eye on her, they’re busy keeping an eye on something that only looks like her.
Eda is crossing a street somewhere in Gloucester when her ears prick up at a faint sound. She isn’t especially near a cemetery, but–yet another in the string of currently-unfortunate facts–she has very good hearing as a harpy.
But no later than she recognizes what she’s hearing she’s distracted by something else. A figure turning into an alley. They’re wearing a hooded cloak, but there’s something familiar about the build, about the movement and about the faint glimmer of light near their wrist.
“Hey, wait–” Eda rushes to get a better look, but the figure turns another corner. Eda follows, strangely unable to catch up with someone who doesn’t seem like they’re moving all that fast.
Just when she starts to question whether she was imagining things, whether this is just a stranger she’s trying to harass, the figure ahead pauses and turns back, but doesn’t actually seem to see her. The figure’s eyes are blank, white, and glowing faintly… as are the yellow lines creeping from the figure’s wrist, like veins burning from the inside out or a lichtenberg figure branching across the skin in slow motion.
The moment is short before the figure begins to flee again, just long enough for Eda to recognise with absolute certainty that the woman she’s following is someone she currently believes to be dead.
”Lily?”
After all, Eda’s older sister is dead, isn’t she? The only reason Raine is alive is the fact that somehow they got here.
But… they did get here. Maybe they’re not the only one who did. If she could only catch up, maybe there’s time to help.
“Lily, wait!”
And on and on it goes, Eda following and calling after a woman she can never quite catch up to, who looks right through her every time she looks back, and whose skin continues to glow with a sickly light that slowly branches further and further over her body.
In the waking world, Eda has managed to make her way a good distance across town… and a good distance off the ground. She may have wings at the moment, but they don’t show, and that doesn't mean she'll remember to use them when she steps off the roof she doesn’t seem to know she’s found herself on.
Perhaps someone should stop her before she tries any harder to join her family.
Wildcard
Feel free to make something up! Or hit me up for a custom starter.
When: Late September and throughout October
Where: ADI HQ, Gloucester
Summary: Eda’s more of a big weird harpy woman than usual + prompts from the TDM (Eda has a double causing problems on purpose, Eda sleepwalks and follows a vision into harm’s way)
Warnings:
Makeover: Historical religious persecution in B. Nothing else yet but the standing possibility of dead loved ones/a fantasy population being wiped out as a topic + her generally not great emotional state. Hit me up to opt out of anything specific! (Please note I do very much want lighthearted content too this month, just covering my bases because she is overall having a time.)
Kill Your Double: Impersonation, unintentional gaslighting, mild violence, alcohol mentions
Out of Touch: Unnatural sleep, altered mental states, being trapped in nightmares, dead loved ones, unintentionally putting herself in mortal peril/roof jumping imagery
A Little Makeover
A)
During the end of September and beginning of October, Eda stayed inside her apartment rather more than usual. It might not be terribly hard to guess why, for anyone who saw or heard about her getting herself in trouble for using magic and acting feral.
On the other hand, whenever she’s out and about the ADI compound and making some attempt to keep herself busy, she’s hard to miss.
While she isn’t trying to draw attention to herself, she’s earning a few more looks than usual. Where Eda normally almost passes for human, it’s currently clear that she’s anything but. Her already impressive height–over six foot without her habitual heels, and around six-six with them–has become well over seven. That’s without heels, because she isn’t bothering with attempting to wear anything over her large, taloned bird feet.
It isn’t just the height or the birdlike legs and talons, though. Her eyes are yellow, both of them now, with black scleras, and her upper body and arms are covered in red feathers, hands tipped with sharp claws. But what you’ll probably notice from a distance are the huge grey owl wings.
On some days she can be found working, even though she isn’t feeling especially happy with the ADI right now. She does need things to focus on, ways to feel useful and feel like she’s helping people. She’ll be keeping up her involvement with research and investigations, especially into the current strange happenings and… apparently an evil little bard girl? Well, it’s a distraction.
Other times she might just be lurking in the branches of trees, looking down at you like a particularly strange sample of local wildlife. Or simply pacing around the grounds.
B)
There’s also days where she can be found in the library, poking through history books or in front of a computer, hunched a bit awkwardly and with her wings sprawling behind her chair.
While it’s similar to when she first got here, she seems in something of a worse mood. She doesn’t seem to be researching the entities, this time, or even ways to get home. This time she’s reading about witch trials. Especially witch trials in early 1600s America. Something on her mind? What would possibly give you that idea?
Kill Your Double
A)
Eda also spends some time off of the ADI grounds, although for the first half of October she spends most, if oddly not all, of her time tailed by a security officer. Some days she investigates the strange things happening in town, or takes a shift trying to keep kids out of the park.
Now and then, you might spot her putting up posters looking for a certain slightly beat-up blonde teenager frequently seen wearing an owl mask, which read things like have you seen this nerd? Is she a lot more worried than she wants to admit about said kid? And about what happens to the people who vanish, but mostly because in this case she’s really hoping that if Hunter did, they don’t go home? What would possibly give you that idea?
B)
Either way, the more time she spends out in Gloucester, the more she notices the townsfolk getting less friendly. She isn’t sure why, and she probably finds it just a little more grating than she normally would. Her opinions on humans are running a touch more negative than usual.
“Yeah, yeah, I know I can be a little abrasive but I’ve never done anything worth this much yelling… to you,” she grumbles, while an old woman she’s almost certain she’s never met yells at her about something she’s barely even following, mostly in a human realm language she doesn’t know.
“Oh come on, I’d remember if I shoplifted here–” she complains, on another day, while a clothing shop worker tries to convince her to leave.
“Titan’s sake my guy, I did not hit on your wife. I can do better. Wait, Saturday night? Okay, that one might’ve been me. I did have a lot of cider.”
It keeps happening, things like that. Eda is–even as a ‘human’--pretty hard to mistake for anyone else… so she’d really like to know who’s messing with her.
C)
Or maybe, out in Gloucester, you run into… well it certainly looks like Eda! It sounds like Eda. For the most part, it even acts like Eda. On occasion, it’s even being tailed by whatever guard was meant to be keeping an eye on Eda.
But whoever this is, it’s acting like Eda at her worst. Lying and stealing and finding excuses to cause the sort of mischief and chaos that Eda herself has been trying very hard not to give in to the temptation to cause here.
One day, it points a small group of kids towards a section of the fence around Dogtown that isn’t being watched as closely as the rest. After all, if they don’t want you going in there, there must be something cool to find, right? Stick it to the Man, kiddos.
On another, it manages to start a fistfight with the bouncer at a local club. Looks like the real Eda will need to find somewhere else to drink a slightly concerning amount.
Now and then, it picks someone’s pocket–maybe even yours. Sometimes it gets away with it and sometimes it doesn’t. If it actually was Eda, it might be more successfully subtle about the whole thing. Then again, would doing better ruin Eda’s reputation as fast as getting caught?
Or maybe you just find it stealing candy from babies, insulting the neighbors to their faces, breaking windows, or spraypainting fuck the police on various surfaces. There’s always the most straight-forward approach to making Eda look bad, after all.
Out of Touch (mid Oct)
Eda knows about the music, and by now about the Avatar thought to be causing it; in fact, she’s one of the people to volunteer when it comes to getting involved with the hunt for her. Unfortunately, no amount of knowing means that she’s immune to the effect.
Also unfortunately… while it would be, for once, convenient to have a security officer keeping an eye on her, they’re busy keeping an eye on something that only looks like her.
Eda is crossing a street somewhere in Gloucester when her ears prick up at a faint sound. She isn’t especially near a cemetery, but–yet another in the string of currently-unfortunate facts–she has very good hearing as a harpy.
But no later than she recognizes what she’s hearing she’s distracted by something else. A figure turning into an alley. They’re wearing a hooded cloak, but there’s something familiar about the build, about the movement and about the faint glimmer of light near their wrist.
“Hey, wait–” Eda rushes to get a better look, but the figure turns another corner. Eda follows, strangely unable to catch up with someone who doesn’t seem like they’re moving all that fast.
Just when she starts to question whether she was imagining things, whether this is just a stranger she’s trying to harass, the figure ahead pauses and turns back, but doesn’t actually seem to see her. The figure’s eyes are blank, white, and glowing faintly… as are the yellow lines creeping from the figure’s wrist, like veins burning from the inside out or a lichtenberg figure branching across the skin in slow motion.
The moment is short before the figure begins to flee again, just long enough for Eda to recognise with absolute certainty that the woman she’s following is someone she currently believes to be dead.
”Lily?”
After all, Eda’s older sister is dead, isn’t she? The only reason Raine is alive is the fact that somehow they got here.
But… they did get here. Maybe they’re not the only one who did. If she could only catch up, maybe there’s time to help.
“Lily, wait!”
And on and on it goes, Eda following and calling after a woman she can never quite catch up to, who looks right through her every time she looks back, and whose skin continues to glow with a sickly light that slowly branches further and further over her body.
In the waking world, Eda has managed to make her way a good distance across town… and a good distance off the ground. She may have wings at the moment, but they don’t show, and that doesn't mean she'll remember to use them when she steps off the roof she doesn’t seem to know she’s found herself on.
Perhaps someone should stop her before she tries any harder to join her family.
Wildcard
Feel free to make something up! Or hit me up for a custom starter.
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"Huh. New look? Done something with your hair? I can never tell when women do that."
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To be honest she appreciates anyone who plays it off as no big deal, but he left himself open for teasing so she's going to. Anything to make this feel like a normal conversation, after all.
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"So, the stories about a crazy harpy lady attacking ADI is true then? Here I thought your whole stick is that you're an owl." His tone is light. He doesn't really fully believe the rumors and would like to hear her side.
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"Heard about that, huh? Guess I'm finally getting a reputation around here. And I'm an owl harpy. Not mutually exclusive." But then she sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose lightly with the claws, not really having the energy to keep the attitude up.
"Look. I wasn't attacking the ADI. I wasn't attacking anyone. I was yelling at my roommate. The ADI's taking this way too seriously."
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"I mean, it was definitely the magic. Theirs is alright, the illusion thing, but mine isn't..." And honestly regardless of what their excuses for that are, it tips the scale a little further to the side of not trusting them.
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At least this one's more useful in a fight, even if she'd prefer an easier time getting through doorways. It would be nicer if she could get away with flying around, but she isn't going to push things right now.
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"Just... probably ought to go to the gym or give someone a heads up first," she realises, giving a little grimace. She doesn't want to look like she's starting shit again, given recent events.
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Is she actually sure she'd win? Honestly, no. Is she going to admit that? Also no. The harpy form is still pretty new, and most of her fighting used to depend on magic. And sometimes grenade potions. But she's also pretty good at using her staff as a weapon, and she's fast and strong and the claws are nothing to sneeze at.
She's guessing it could go either way, but the practice couldn't hurt.
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"So, any reason you're up sulking in a tree today?"
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"Who said I was sulking? I was having a nap." Those things aren't mutually exclusive, of course. But she doesn't really want to admit it if she was sulking.
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Either way, if she was sulking she at least seems to have shaken that off for the time being.
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"But yeah, I can fly. I dunno... faster than a gryphon, but probably slower than a snake-dragon," she muses, looking thoughtful. Giving measurements that are practically meaningless in this world is almost certainly intentional.
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"You busy?" She really is considering that fight.
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"Wanna hit the gym? Loser buys drinks or something," she suggests off the top of her head. It doesn't really matter, but it's fun to add some kind of stakes.
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CW: Mention of worms/worm movement
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