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nightmods ([personal profile] nightmods) wrote in [community profile] nightlogs2024-06-17 03:16 pm

DUST TO DUST ❅ EVENT

DUST TO DUST


It will take them time to discern the cause. After all, all the artifacts brought back from the fight with Project Prometheus were deemed safe or at least contained, only able to have their dangerous power unleashed if people were dumb enough to try it.

The altheiometer is not the real thing. It was created by the belief of a child, after reading a certain book series, and therefore is more of a symbolic object, with none of the real capabilities of the device in fiction. Instead, it had other magical abilities. It was not entirely understood by the Project itself, just kept there to be studied and eventually co-opted for sinister use if possible. But it had remained inert in their company.

At the Pole, it passes the magical scan, since it technically is "safe," then finally activates. It works on a child's logic, after all. A child would think daemons are cool but wouldn't think bad people deserved them. A child would think the device should only activate to let good guys have daemons.

In the study containing the safer artifacts, the altheiometer opens of its own accord. Gears turn. The hands start clicking as they move in circles around its clock-like face, rotating back and forth between different symbols. The hands finally stop, clicking as they meet in the same spot, on the symbol of an apple, with a bite taken out of it.

It's all very metaphorical isn't it. The soul can't exist without free will. In some worlds they think free will only exists because of an apple in a garden.

There is a burst of light and sound that reverberates through the Pole. As the floor shakes, everyone sees a brief glimpse of the wave as it passes through walls - and then passes through each of them. Getting hit by it is like getting hit by a storm wave in the ocean, briefly lifting everyone off their feet.

Alongside the sensation of being briefly levitated, there is also the painful sensation of suddenly being aware of something deep inside, briefly made to feel almost like a splinter in their very core.

Then, with all the subtlety of getting attacked with a giant hole punch, the splinter is removed, excised. It does hurt, but there is also a strange relief. Except...whatever it was, it's still here. Next to each of the Guardians. Still attached, just...an externality now.

The wave crashes to the shore. They're all knocked to the floor again.

If they were alone in a room, they aren't now. If they weren't alone in a room, said room's occupants have now doubled.

DAEMONS

Each PC now temporarily has a daemon. Daemons are the soul externalized, sentient and able to talk. Taking the form of animals, they often shapeshift and change forms during someone's childhood, but settle into a permanent shape during someone's teen years as the person's personality becomes more concrete and distinct.

  • Form: A daemon takes an animal form that represents the person's personality. They usually have a gender opposite to their respective person's, but there are sometimes exceptions, sometimes for entirely unknown reasons, or if the person is some flavor of queer. Daemons will know that they're their owner's soul and be able to tell them that.

  • Daemon Selection: Here is a page with interpretations of a few animals and what types of personalities they can represent, but please don't take it as law. It's just possible inspiration. The daemons can be any animal. For characters not from Earth, their daemons can be animals that are entirely made up or ones in their canons.

  • Link: Daemons are connected metaphysically to their person through an invisible link, allowing that person to still be attached to their soul. Moving too far from your daemon can cause physical and spiritual agony. Suddenly being ripped apart by a great distance can kill someone. Killing a daemon - which is only as hardy as the animal they are - also kills their owner.

  • Personalities: Daemon personalities are often similar to their owner's, but sometimes daemons are more willing to be honest about feelings or subconscious impulses. For instance, daemons often instinctually show affection to the daemons of people their owner is fond of. Daemons will remember everything their owner remembers, and was basically there the whole time they were alive, just integrated. Despite being externalized, they aren't something separate from each person, they were always a part of them.

  • Physical Contact: People can touch their own daemons without effects and cuddling their daemon can be a positive experience of self-love. Someone hurting their own daemon can feel like they've caused the damage to themselves, and hurts on a spiritual or almost self-hating level. Meanwhile, picking up someone else's daemon without permission can cause incredible discomfort and pain. Alternately, touching someone's daemon with permission can cause comfort, a surge of happiness, or even pleasure, depending on the context of the contact and the relationship the two people have.

OOC DETAILS

Event Length: The plot will last an OOC and IC 2 weeks before they can figure out what's causing the change and reverse it, making the daemons internal again. During this time, allies of the Guardians will temporarily take over their duties and fortunately no major crises will happen. Players can set their own opens during this time as well as play out anything that happens over the whole 2 weeks in this post.

New Characters: If your character is introing at this time, assume they arrived just in time for the magical wave to hit them, or walked into a cloud of its residual energy.

Opt-out: Anyone that doesn't want to play in the plot or have a daemon can handwave Vasilisa's magical defenses caught on to the power surge and her glowing charms protected at least some people in the Pole from the transformation. You can ignore this and thread as if there's just a little extra chaos around the Pole.

Jack Frost: There will also be a network post with Jack explaining what Vasilisa has magically discerned has happened. It will take time to find the source, as the altheiometer is very good at cloaking its readings and registered as "safe." (Technically, it is safe, it's just...inconvenient.)
manofanxiety: (Clark thinking)

Open, Library.

[personal profile] manofanxiety 2024-06-17 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Clark starts to pick himself up off of the floor only to find a dog, a lab mix with pur white fur by the looks of her, hovering over him. 5 feet over him, in fact.

"Clark, are you okay? I'm sorry, I wasn't here but now I am and it's really weird and I think it hurt you," she rambles, circling around in the air as Clark gets back his feet.

"I'm fine. Who are you? What just happened?"
Edited 2024-06-17 22:51 (UTC)
millenyal_pink: (Default)

Elle | Antony

[personal profile] millenyal_pink 2024-06-17 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
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closed to first reply, existing CR only please

[personal profile] millenyal_pink 2024-06-17 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Elle is still sitting prone on the floor where she was knocked over in the initial wave of… whatever that was. What looks like a giant red fox is standing in front of her.

She’s just been informed that his name is Antony, and he is not a fox, he is a wolf thankyouverymuch. Her mind has turned to static. She stares at Antony in what can only be described as horror and heartbreak.

Whether she’s alone or in the company of others, it takes her a moment to come back to reality.

“No.” It’s a denial tinged with desperation. Antony flinches back. “No, you’re not— you can’t be.
you can’t.”

Elle’s voice is thick with suppressed emotion. She can feel the heat of angry, hurt tears behind her eyes.
Edited 2024-06-17 23:39 (UTC)
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[personal profile] millenyal_pink 2024-06-17 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Elle and Antony have come to a truce, of some fashion. The hurt is still there, she still feels the sting of betrayal every time she sees his canid form, but she feels an equal amount of guilt for it because it's not like he has any control over it. They're equally responsible for whatever's wrong with her soul that it manifested like this.

(It's not fair, she wants to scream! It's not fair that after everything, after all the work she put into proving herself and making herself not only useful but acceptable, this is what she has to show for it. The soul of something she isn't-- something she will never be. Something she doesn't want to be. She rejected that. She carved herself into something new, something better, so why is her soul still a monument to what she never was?)

They're walking carefully back to her their room, both hoping that they don't run into anyone else. They don't want to answer questions or give an explanation that they don't have yet. They need to get to a safe, private space and regroup. They can figure out what to do from there.

Elle walks with her spine straight and expression neutral. It would take a very close look to tell that something is wrong. Antony lopes alongside with head lowered and his tail drooping behind him in a clear expression of their emotional turmoil. There's always at least a foot of space between them.
Edited 2024-06-17 23:27 (UTC)
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crowley (and asteria) | throughout the 2 week period | ota

[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2024-06-18 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[In the days immediately following the altheiometer's activation, Crowley is conspicuously absent, needing to take a few days to come to terms with the reminder of what it felt like to have his grace ripped out of him. At least the results of this are better than falling.

Asteria eventually nudges him out of his room, if only under threat that people might notice if he's gone too long and ask questions about it. He's not sure how to feel about how good she is at manipulating him.

With that particular hurdle over, he can be found in his usual haunts, now accompanied by a sleek black serval. He lounges in the community area with Asteria draped over his lap, tailing lashing lazily. They'll loiter around the dining hall, because although neither of them need to eat, Asteria is more inclined to indulge the occasional desire for a snack, up to and including stealing a bit of meat off someone's plate.

She's also more willing to indulge a little playfulness, and will stalk both people and their respective daemons around the halls of the Pole. She has no interest in actually hurting anyone, but she may pounce just to give someone a good scare.

Every now and then, Asteria seems to be missing entirely, and Crowley is instead accompanied by a large lion. It seems as eager to use him as a pillow as Asteria is, either unaware or uncaring of the fact he's significantly larger than her. There may be an occasion or two where Crowley ends up pinned on a sofa in the library by a sleeping lion. He could move the damn thing, but he doesn't have the heart.]
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dining hall

[personal profile] composinghistory 2024-06-18 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Jaskier slides into the chair next to Anthony with a plate stacked with baked goods. With a trill and the flapping of wings, a small, brown bird with a spotted breast lands on Asteria's head. The bird is just over 10 inches beak to tail. It immediately starts to preen its feathers as Jaskier makes himself comfortable in Anthony's personal space.

This is the first time they've seen their friend in several days and they're both rather excited to show off.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" he asks before Anthony has any opportunity to actually do so.
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2024-06-18 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
There's a moment of silent eye contact between Crowley and Asteria; he quirks a brow at the bird on her head but she merely yawns and lays her head down on the table, giving Jacenty a more stable surface.

"Huh, I'd have expected something flashier." Half-teasing, half-true, although maybe it says something that the important part of Jaskier's soul is that he can sing. "This is Asteria, it's a bit on the nose, but she insisted."

"That's because it's my name, silly. Not all of us get to choose." Asteria flicks her gaze over to Jaskier, as if to say can you believe what I have to deal with? Her voice is a little more delicate than Crowley's, but the accent is the same. "Hello, Jaskier. Lovely to meet you."
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[personal profile] composinghistory 2024-06-18 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
In a perfect mirror of their other halves, both Jaskier and Jacenty puff up in indignation.

"You're just upset that your soul can't pull of patterns," Jaskier accuses, then addresses Asteria. "Nothing against you, darling-- the monochromatic look is striking and you execute it effortlessly. I am absolutely thrilled to meet you at last."

He raises a hand and gestures at the bird. "This is-"

"Jacenty," Jacenty cuts Jaskier off. In contrast to most of the daemons they've met so far, his voice is just as masculine as Jaskier's own.

Jaskier gives the daemon a displeased pout at being interrupted. When the bird shows no pity, he turns it on Anthony.

"And I'm very happy that we've finally met so Jaskier can stop whinging about it."

He is being bullied. Bullied by his own soul.

"Asteria, shining lady of the night sky, would you be a dear take a little nibble out of Jacenty for me?"
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2024-06-18 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Having a daemon is great, actually. Crowley now has an inbuilt companion that he can share a bitchy little look with while Jaskier makes his typical fuss about whatever he's fussing about.

"Happily." Without missing a beat, she rolls onto her back, dislodging Jacenty so she can play at snapping her teeth at him. She's trusting that he'll fly out of range, but if he doesn't, she'll just pull the gesture up short.

Crowley snorts in amusement at the shenanigans, before turning his grin on Jaskier. "Were you having a whinge 'cause you hadn't shown off to me, yet?"

Bullying Jaskier is a group activity.
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[personal profile] composinghistory 2024-06-18 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Jacenty does jump out of the way with a piercing squawk and lands on the table in front of Anthony with a (I'm gonna do it and you can't stop me) ruffled expression on his face.

Jaskier ignores his demon friend and looks to his friend's daemon instead.

"I propose that we leave these two and run off together," he says very seriously. "We'll start a new life, happy and free from this inhumane treatment. We deserve better, you and I."

Jacenty scoffs loudly and takes a few steps closer to Anthony. Not close enough to touch, but enough to make his allegiances clear.

"They wouldn't last a day without us," the song thrush assures him.
Edited 2024-06-18 03:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] demonicmiracle 2024-06-18 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Asteria yawns again, licking her chops as she stares after Jacenty, just to be a little shit about it. "Is it inhumane treatment if you're the only human in the room?"

Look at her, offering a carefully neutral statement that indicates nothing about her allegiance one way or another. Crowley is so proud of her.

"Oh, I'm aware. Well —" He tips his head, looking over both Asteria and Jaskier. "She'll do alright for herself, but I'd worry about Jaskier."
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2024-06-18 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Elle, Elle what's going on?"

Bunny can hear the inflection in Elle's voice and he might not know why Elle is upset by the splintering yet, but he isn't a stranger to not liking this process of his soul being made so vulnerably separate from him.

Not that his daemon is the vulnerable one, as Acacia charges over to Elle, responding to Bunny's anxious response to Elle's anxiety.

"Let me out, she doesn't know you," Bunny reminds Acacia, as she reluctantly moves one hand from her meaty bicep, where Bunny is safely, and tinily, tucked away. He holds itty bitty, clawless paws up to Elle to get her attention. "I'm not much of a fan of this myself," he says, dryly, for reasons he's sure are obvious.
Edited 2024-06-18 03:35 (UTC)
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[personal profile] millenyal_pink 2024-06-18 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Antony bares his teeth and growls when the woman says Elle's name. He moves to put himself between them. The rumble turns into a whine when he hears Bunny's voice. He lays himself on the ground and looks away from Bunny and his daemon. Everything about his posture is apologetic.

Elle watches the whole thing, still horrified.

"Don't- don't do that," she hisses. Antony's ears flatten further. She can feel his shame and anxiety and he can feel her shame and anxiety and they aren't sure where hers begins and his ends or if it's all the same.

Elle feels like a raw nerve-- exposed and overwhelmed. Her eyes are too wide wide and her breaths are too fast. Her hands hand is trembling at her side. She looks the wolf over and sees he has all four paws. It's a distant relief.

She finally looks at the Bunny and the woman with him.

"This can't be what he said it is." She's not begging. She knows what Bunny's answer is going to be. She just wants to live in the world where it's not true for a moment longer.
Edited 2024-06-18 04:17 (UTC)
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[personal profile] composinghistory 2024-06-18 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Melitele save him from those who think they're funny.

Jacenty hops nervously from one leg to the other as the serval shows off her impressive teeth.

"Indecent, barbaric-- take your pick!" That really isn't the point. "You're a cruel mistress, Lady Asteria. You and Anthony deserve each other."

Jaskier collapses dramatically onto the table. His head lands in his arms and he slightly turns so he can still see the others with one narrowed eye.

Jacenty laughs and hops on top of his human's shoulders.

After a glance to make sure Anthony and Asteria are still paying attention to him, Jaskier groans dramatically. Jacenty starts to groom his hair.
Edited 2024-06-18 04:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2024-06-18 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Denial is a stage of grief. Elle looks so much worse than just frightened, or vulnerable, or angry, or any of the things Bunny and Acacia both felt the first time this happened to them without warning.

Acacia places Bunny on the ground as close as she can get him to Elle without Acacia risking touching Elle. She backs away in an all-fours primate-style crouch, and turns her attention to Antony. She holds out her hand, guarded, for Antony to sniff, like a cavewoman greeting a wolf.

Bunny sighs heavily and pats Elle gently on the knee. He hates this level of vulnerability, hates feeling so without power, but at least the one power he still has with Acacia separated from him is to be soft and comforting. "Right then, what is it?" he asks, gently as he can. He can't know why Elle is this upset until she tells him.
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[personal profile] millenyal_pink 2024-06-18 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Antony lifts his head and sniffs Acacia's hand, then bumps his nose against in an attempt to initiate further contact. Seeking comfort. She hates how transparent he is-- how vulnerable. The angerfearjealousywant sits heavy in her throat.

Elle has to look away. It's much easier to watch Bunny, who's so clearly uncomfortable in this form that she feels a sympathetic pang in her chest.

She takes a moment to fully sit up and steady her breathing. It's hard to figure out how to put it into words.

"That's not me," isn't what she was planning on saying, but it's what comes out. She feels the burning of unshed tears again. "It can't be."

This time it is a plea because if that's her, what was the point? What was the fucking point of any of it?

Antony gives a sharp whine. Elle flinches. She can read his desire to apologize in every tensed muscle. She wants to snarl at him for being so goddamn transparent. She wants to hold him and bury her face in his coat.

There's a roiling guilt. She knows that he didn't ask for this any more than she did, none of this is his fault, but more than any guilt for misplaced blame she feels scared and hurt. This has opened a wound she thought was long since scarred and Antony is the blood pouring out, staining everything it touches (but mostly her).

"I changed and he should have changed too. It was real, Bunny," she's trying to convince him of something she's suddenly unsure of. If it was real, Antony wouldn't be a wolf. "I swear, it was real and finished and- and-"

Elle has to cut herself off and calm her breathing again.

"I'm not a wolf."
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BIRD TIME

[personal profile] ninjavampire 2024-06-18 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Miguel's tendency to be scaling some wall or another works against him when the altheiometer hits and makes his hands slip, sending him tumbling down to the ground of the workshop. Maybe it's fitting that this messiest of dives precedes the appearance of the daemon floating down after him, her proper wings making her own descent all the more graceful.

As he comes to on the floor, Miguel feels the light weight of a falcon standing on his chest. An entirely mismatched animal compared to everything else about him. Except for the talons - they had those matched exactly. Her feathers rouse, showing her comfort with his presence as she shakes free whatever residual magic dust had stuck to her.

"Te sugiero que te levantes del suelo." she adds dryly. "Está sucio."
(*I suggest you get up off the floor. It's dirty)

"What?"
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2024-06-18 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I hear ya. I'm not a human, either."

Sure he's put on the shape a few times by now for one purpose or another, and it's been useful, but it's never been him. Not even the way he's still himself even this small and vulnerable, all of the ability to do the fighting and the guardian-ing he's capable of in spirit removed from his physical form and into her own shape.

He could go on about how Acacia's shape tells him some things about himself, but Elle so clearly can't stand for Antony's shape to say anything about who or what she is, and it feels too early to ease her into allowing anything about herself to be manifest in wolf shape.

Acacia, though, coos at Antony's pain, and opens her hands and her arms to give that comfort. She scratches Antony under the chin, moving her hands to his ears to give them good social grooming strokes. She finds a little knot in some of his longer fur and begins carefully fingerpicking it out.

"Tell me about the thing that ought to have made him something else," Bunny prompts. "I believe you. Could be the magic's just slow to catch on."
bringinghopewithme: (Acacia 07 - she broke out of her chains)

Bunny and Acacia, OTA

[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2024-06-18 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
"No! Aaugh no-"

"No not again!"

Bunny's scream splits into two voices united in this cannot be happening as he splinters and splits into two shapes. The one that's still 6'1 manifests into a powerfully built human woman. The one that's still Bunny is left without any of that size or power that lets him do his Guardian work, or indeed, much of his work at all.

"There's clothes in the pack, get them on get them on," Bunny hisses as Acacia dives in to root through his dropped holsters for the green flannel and khaki shorts he's needed on undercover missions in the past.

"This can't be happening again," Acacia growls as she picks up the gauntlets that fell off Bunny's arms as they separated. She buckles them on and pulls the holster back on her back, keeping one boomerang in hand for defense as she opens up her arm for Bunny to jump into. "Hurry up, get over here," she hurries him, as if he's not also hopping as fast as he can into the defensive crook of Acacia's meaty arm.

"You don't have to rush me," Bunny grumbles. "Find Dan and Virginia. Dan might still have your gloves."

"You oughta carry them yourself, if this is going to keep happening," Acacia mutters, looking around the room like everyone's suddenly become a threat.

"Crikey, it had better not," Bunny growls. The two of them bicker and yet move in perfect harmony while searching for their backup.
Edited 2024-06-18 05:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] start_again 2024-06-18 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Siffrin is lurking quietly, idly watching the person scaling the walls (?) when the wave of something hits and brings with it that incomprehensible pain and relief. He has no idea what happened in those first moments, and he's saved from overthinking it by the crash of the spider-guy hitting the ground nearby.

And also there's suddenly a bird now. And it talks. Huh. Siffrin approaches tentatively.

"Are you, uh..." A frown, confused and vaguely concerned. "Are you okay?"

They haven't even noticed their own daemon yet, but in their defense, a tiny squirrel thing skittering around on the floor by one's feet is much less noticeable than a man dropping off a wall. And, y'know. Being half-blind is also a solid excuse.
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[personal profile] hallelujahjunction 2024-06-18 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as Dan's aware of what's happening, he has Virginia wrapped around his neck like a stole and is digging through his belongings for the gloves and outfit he put together for Acacia last time it occurred to him that this could happen again. That's the only thing that delays him from immediately finding Bunny.

He locates Bunny by the sound of Australian-inflected bickering. Virginia, excited to see them, races down Dan's arm and, after making eye contact, leaps onto Acacia's shoulder.

"Looks like we're in for a long day at the office," Dan, who has never worked an office day for a second, says.

Virginia's voice is high-pitched, but has Dan's characteristic scratchy asthmatic quality; it's not necessarily worse than his speaking voice, but it certainly isn't better. "How are you holding up?" she asks Bunny and Acacia.
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2024-06-18 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Acacia reaches out to catch Virginia like a practiced acrobat catching an equally skilled, deeply familiar partner. There is an inevitable grace to the way Virginia flies through the air and Acacia's hand is right there to reach her. Acacia beams as Virginia snakes around her arm.

She hands Bunny over to Dan, casually bumping into him like she won't casually bump into anybody else at all in the process, and begins tossing Virginia back and forth hand to hand like a living toy.

Their daemons are delighted, but Bunny sighs resignedly as he settles into Dan's hands. "About as good as can be expected," he mutters, a touch depressed, glad at least that he doesn't have to explain himself to Dan like he might have to explain himself to a stranger. "You don't have her gloves, do you?" he asks, as Acacia flips Virginia around her shoulders like a pair of nunchucks.
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[personal profile] ninjavampire 2024-06-18 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
There's a swish of feathers as a slender raptor shape swoops overhead and finds a perch one level up on the expansive, open floor. A falcon! Well, she is a daemon and not just a falcon, but she still sees something small and fluffy on the ground and considers that she's yet to indulge herself in a hunt!

Acacia is far too large to try and fight directly, but that isn't this daemon's only method of catching things. Maybe if the human gets distracted, she'll have a chance to make a go for the grand prize on her arm. She was quick, after all. As far as she knows, the Easter Bunny and this little rabbit creature are two completely separate entities.

So she'll just watch for now! Eyes sharp, she bobs her head back and forth with a little too much interest.
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2024-06-18 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Neither Acacia nor Bunny has, technically, eyes in the back of their heads, but they are both so accustomed to paying attention to everything around them, and any kind of awareness that they're being watched. Both their heads snap to track the movement of a raptor, and while both immediately recognize the daemon as a daemon before they recognize the falcon, they recognize the intent look of a predator as well.

Acacia reddens with fury. "Hey! Look somewhere else you gallah, I won't hesitate!" she brandishes the boomerang and Bunny winces at how imperfect her grip is, how Acacia hasn't had thousands of years of perfect practice by which to be able to back up her defensive anger. "You won't like what happens if you try it, true enough."

"Hey, who's responsible for this?" Bunny yells at the crowd at large, pointing to the falcon. "Get your instincts in check willya?"

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