June Catch All | Open

[inconstantdanger]

● WHO: Haru and you!
● WHAT: Rain and love darts
● WHEN: June
● WHERE: Various
● WARNINGS: sex, aphros, etc.

1. caught in the rain

She's miserable and soaked through, clothes clinging and weighing her down as the rain falls down even heavier. It's coming down so hard, she has to squint to try to see through it. It's really no use though. Her ears droop pathetically as she wraps her arms around herself, hugging tight. She hates this.

She scurries along as quickly as possible, trying to make her way through with the hopes she can get inside somewhere before the flooding starts. It would help if she even knew where she was, but the rain is too heavy to even be sure. She might just be walking in circles or heading first into danger and she'd never know.

Not a great position to be in.

"Excuse me!" She calls out when she sees the first person-shaped thing ahead. "Excuse me! Do you know a safe place to go? This is horrible!"

2. an itch to scratch (love darts/nsfw)

There's a sharp ouch when she's stung, a wince going through her. It's alarming, but it doesn't stick in her mind too long curiously enough. She should be concerned, but mostly, there's a warmth that goes through her, an eagerness to press up against someone. Someone that makes her heart skip a beat and leaves her almost tingling with eagerness.

"Do you mind?" She asks as she presses herself up against a solid body, her hand sliding into theirs.

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[conjobs]

Despite his wanderings through other peoples' various makeshift residences and temporary shelters, John's actually managed to find a nice abandoned loft for himself not too far from the hospital, with a decentish view of the city from the roof access door. With no traffic and no noisy neighbours fucking all night long, it's reasonably quiet after dark.

Of course, the main selling point now is that it's high and dry. John's been out in the rain grabbing rations from malfunctioning waterlogged robots stuffing them in all his interior pockets but he's pretty sure he's hit every robot unit in the vicinity now. By chance he happens to hear her just as he's on the home stretch back to his apartment building. She's so short, he would have missed her if the blur of white didn't stick out like a sore thumb.

"Yeah, come on!" he yells out over the rain, and then he keeps walking briskly until he gets to the entrance door. He checks over his shoulder before opening the door, holding it long enough for her to duck it before pulling it firmly shut behind him.

She looks like a sorry sight. He probably does too, but at least he's used to it. It could very well be just another dreary day in England.

"Upstairs." There's only one flight of stairs and he doesn't seem too bothered by the trail of puddles they're leaving behind them. It's only marginally warmer once they get inside the loft, but John 'I'm a survivor, not a magpie' Constantine has already piled old curtains and blankets onto the sofa bed frame and started hoarding a pile of 'could be useful' scavenges in the middle of the living room.

"Take your clothes off love," he says without looking at her as he starts pulling dry and warm rations out from all his trenchcoat pockets and tossing them onto the kitchen counter. Actually he's about to break some wooden furniture from his hoard and start a fire to warm them up and dry their clothes, but she's free to take that as a soggy come-on.

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[inconstantdanger]

Thank goodness. She's cold, wet, and just eager to get in some place before she drowns. She follows without much question, sighing once they've reached John's hideout.

"Oh, this is so much better." She sighs in relief when they finally get inside. It's still cold, but-- that's okay. At least she can see in front of her properly.

Although the comment has her laughing softly. "You move quick, don't you?"

Even if his gesture was not some attempt at seduction. "Do you have dry clothes for me to change into or were you thinking of another way to keep me warm?"

That said, she is peeling off her shirt and skirt, leaving her down to her underwear. She's too wet to really care right now about modesty -- not that she has much of it on a good day.

[conjobs]

His shoes make unpleasant squelching noises as he heads to his pile of old furniture, grabbing a rickety, cheap-looking flat pack bedside table that looks like it might fall to pieces if he so much as blows on it. In his other hand he grabs the old satellite dish antenna he salvaged from the roof and sets it down close to his sofa bed.

"Well you've only met me for a few seconds and you're already wet, be a shame to waste that enthusiasm," he jokes as he takes the legs of the table apart and snaps the brittle old top in half. They clang a little noisily in the metal bowl as he tosses them in.

"Sorry love. No clothes." He's wearing all he's got. "Grab a sheet off the top if you want. Or from the middle if you're worried." All the layers smell musty and old, and have weird stains on them. He hasn't actually brought anyone back here, she's his first guest, so there's no reason to find any evidence of a good or bad time on the top sheet.

Pulling the barren ladder shelf that must have housed some books or ornamental displays a long time ago away from the wall, closer to his makeshift firepit, John starts stripping down himself and draping his clothes over it. He leaves her plenty of room for her clothes on the other side.

Honestly he could have fucked around with his lighter for hours but there's only so much lighter fluid in there. So with a flick of his wrist, his hand ignites and he crouches down, lighting up the dismantled table with his bare hand before shaking the fire out of it.

"That should help a wee bit, eh?" Did he mention he was an accomplished warlock?

[inconstantdanger]

"Oh, don't flatter yourself." But there's a smile tugging at her lips at the joke anyway, and then shes off to find a sheet to wrap around herself.

"You're lucky you're not covered in fur. It takes so long to dry..." She's just... not going to inspect the sheets too closely. Instead, she just shuffles over to where the fire is--

And okay, maybe she jumps back a little at the sudden flame. "Whoa! Did you just do that with your hand?"

Is that a human thing she wasn't aware of?

[conjobs]

"Aye well it's just. Cheap magic." Quick and dirty, no incantation or hefty payments required. He cracks a weary smile as he straightens up and closes the distance between them. Reaching over to her shoulders, John pulls the sheet over a little higher to cover her up better.

"Come closer. You'll warm up quicker." Apart from his hair he's already drying up, stripped down to his briefs, his skin feeling cool and damp to the touch.

John gives her some space to settle down by the fire, walking back over to his pile of newly acquired food. It's not much but he's not a fussy eater. He splits his stack and scatters them around the kitchen, stashing them away in pairs before he returns to her side with a vegan meal and a fruity treat thing, wordlessly placing them next to her clothes for her to eat later or take away with her if she doesn't want to stay. Now he can properly settle down next to her and stretch a leg out close to the warmth of the flame.

"What were you doing out in the rain, eh? Waiting for the ark?"

[inconstantdanger]

"Magic is real where you're from?" She smiles a little at the gesture though, pulling the sheet just a little bit tighter.

And if her eyes wander a little over him, it's probably both curiosity and well-- teenage hormones and all that. John might look unusual to him, but so do most the people here. She can still appreciate these odd, hairless monkey things.

Not that she dwells for too long, too eager to scoot up right next to him for warmth. She reaches for some of the rations with a quick thank you.

"It wasn't so bad when I left. I just wanted some fresh air, to look around for supplies..." She shrugs her shoulders.

"I didn't realize it was going to get that bad. What about you? Looking for food?"

[conjobs]

"Of course it's real." It just- doesn't work the same way as flicking a switch or turning a car key in the ignition.

"Getting food, yeah." He stretches his arms above his head and arches his back before folding his arms behind his head. "Not much else to do around here. Was hoping there'd be a pub, but. We'll just have to build one." And find the booze to stock it with. There's bathtubs to make moonshine in. Baby steps.

He reaches over to comb his hand through a bit of her fur. It's definitely wet. The sheet she's wearing is not very good for a towel, but it's better than nothing. He grabs a bundle of the tail end of the sheet and brings it up to her head, ruffling through her fur, trying to soak up the excess water.

"Don't want you smelling like wet dog," he says after a few moments pass and he realises he's grooming the fucking rabbit and it could potentially be awkward, or misconstrued.

3; audrey II's revenge

[pawper]

Sometimes Lys has great ideas. Sometimes she has terrible ideas. And sometimes she has flawed, but perfectly reasonable ideas that simply go horribly, hilariously south thanks to outside factors that no one could have predicted.

(Unless "half-sentient, touch-happy plant tentacles" are predictable in some universes, in which case excuuuuuse me, princess!)

Which leads her to the here and now, where instead of feeling proud that she's successfully made snares and traps out of the flourishing vegetation, or harboring some hope that certain fauna (squirrels, partridges, rabbits....) might have returned alongside the flora, she's stuck dangling upside down with said vegetation wrapped around her legs and ankles. Blood rushing to her head, arms tied behind her back, sheathed sword lying laughably out of reach on the ground, the way the vines coiled around her lean frame have arranged themselves in intricate, almost artistic patterns seems just a little immaterial.

But at least she's made some headway biting through the tendrils looped around her mouth like a makeshift gag, all sorts of frustrated, yet determined noises slipping free.

[inconstantdanger]

"Oh, no!" Of course Haru was going to go out and investigate these new plants. She had sense enough to, mostly, be wary of strange things on a new planet... but she hadn't expected to stumble across someone obviously stuck in one of the weirder ones.

"What happened to you?"

Not that she'll be able to answer, will she?

Haru hesitates a moment before she's rushing over to try and yank one of the vines out of the stranger's mouth. "Are you okay? Here, let me see if I can get you down!"

[pawper]

"Mmph⁠?"

Eyes widening, she stares at Haru ⁠— upside-down but no less obviously covered in fur, and wearing clothes, and being a rabbit ⁠— then blinks, not just once but several times. Because this is a hallucination, right? This was what happened when all the blood rushed to your head and you couldn't think straight, right?

But then the walking, talking hallucination manages to pull one of the vines free, allowing Lys just enough wiggle room to slip her chin and jaws out of the coiled mess wrapped around her face. So maybe they're not a figment of plant bondage-induced captivity after all, which just means she has a thousand more questions.

"...th-thanks." She coughs a few times, tasting nothing but chlorophyll. Not that she's picky, but a nice salad would be so much more welcome right about now. "These weird plants happened to me. Watch out that they don't string you up too, okay?"

[inconstantdanger]

"Don't worry," Haru reassures after a moment, trying to give her most reassuring smile. "I happen to be good with plants."

... Generally. Having to try and pick these off... it's not so easy. She eyes the abandoned sword for a moment, thoughtfully.


"Although this is the first time I've ever had to save someone from them. I'm sorry about that."

[pawper]

That prompts a noise that's not quite a laugh, more startled than amused.

"H-hey, no need to be sorry! This isn't your fault."

Or at least, she really hopes it's not. Swaying slightly, turning fractionally in mid-air, Lys closes her eyes; partly to help stave off the dizziness that came with being trussed up like this, partly to focus only on Haru's voice and not....everything else. "Everything else" could wait.

"You can use my sword, if you want. A few good whacks should do it." What's a few stab wounds between acquaintances? "Ah⁠— but it's pretty sharp, so please don't cut yourself trying."

[inconstantdanger]

It isn't her fault, no. She just doesn't like to feel useless when someone is in need of help though. She reaches for the sword, trying to get used to the weight of it in her hands.

"Okay... okay. I'm going to try to be really careful. I don't want to cut you!" She'll just... aim away from Lys when possible. It seems the safest thing to do to get the plants off.

... Hopefully they don't start grabbing at her next though. "What were you doing to get so tangled up?"

3 - Attack of the Killer Robots

[wolfwithagoat]

((Hello! I've seen Beastars and enjoyed Haru's character. Let me know if there's anything you want tweaked with this starter. Not planning on smut at the moment, but it can be worked up to once Eskel gets over, well, the whole rabbit thing lol.))

Thanks to his training, Eskel knows how to keep a low-profile, even among strange plants and stranger machines. But others aren't so lucky. Hidden in an alleyway, the witcher hears two sets of footsteps rapidly approaching. The further belongs to one of the so-called "droids".

Which means whoever is being chased by the droid is running for their life.

Shit.

Getting involved is not supposed to be how he operates. Witchers work for pay, by contract. And yet, he finds himself taking those few steps to stand at the edge of the alleyway. The person's footsteps are...small. There shouldn't be any children here. Some people are just tiny, but wow, whoever this person is, they're tiny. He shakes his head and curses inwardly, silently drawing his steel sword from its sheath.

The person runs by, but Eskel keeps his gaze high to better strike the droid. There's hardly a second between them and the machine. He swings out of the alleyway as the droid reaches him, lopping off its head with hardly a grunt. By the time the droid's head bounces, its body has been stabbed through twice, just to ensure the thing is properly destroyed. Witchers don't live long if they aren't thorough, and Eskel is nothing but.

The machine falls over, twitching a few times before deactivating.

He releases a breath and returns his sword to its sheath. "Got it," Eskel says over his shoulder to...whoever it is. His voice is low and rough. As he continues to speak, he begins turning towards the other person. "Are you - "

" - a fucking rabbit?" he finishes, his tone turning incredulous. Although he seems human, he has yellow, cat-like eyes. Scars rake down the right side of his face, taking a small piece of his upper lip with them. A wolf's head medallion hangs around his neck. Oh, and he's huge, towering above Haru's height with broad shoulders and toned muscles.

[inconstantdanger]

[Ahh, this is a wonderful prompt! It's great, haha. And no worries, I feel like most people have to have an adjustment period with Haru here!]

Run, get away, run...

Her heart is pounding so fast and hard in her chest, it's all she can really hear in her ears. It isn't the first time she's ran from a predator or stared death in the face, counted all her regrets and all her triumphs to see which outweighs the other because her short life is almost at the end.

But she's more scared than she wants to let on, her instincts kicking in to give chase, to just run and get away. She never thought she'd be running away from a robot any more than she thought she'd be saved by a human just when her body felt like it was about to give into the exhaustion pulling at it.

But she is. It's horrifying and incredible all at once, Haru fumbling back out of the way and tripping along the way in her rush. She ends up landing on her bottom, just staring in awe for a moment at the fallen robot--

At the man above her.

She feels even tinier when she looks up at her savior. "Ah--"

She gasps in a breath, eyes lingering on the wolf's head. It reminds her enough of Legosi and for a moment, her heart aches with a loneliness she tries to ignore. She misses her home. She misses fitting in and not being stared at like--

Well, that.

But she recovers soon enough, a huff passing her lips as she scrambles up with as much dignity as she can muster. "Yes, a rabbit, and a girl."

She can't hold his surprise against her for too long. Instead, she smiles, relief flooding through her. "Thank you... I thought I was a goner for a moment."

[wolfwithagoat]

((Awesome! I'm cool to answer any questions you might have. :Db A quick one from me: how old is Haru as you're playing her?))

Quick to regain composure, Eskel doesn't stare past hearing her talk. Her indignant tone helps snap him out of it. She's clearly some kind of person if she's offend-able. Although, with his attention to detail, he notices in turn how his medallion catches her eyes. It seems they're surprising each other.

Eskel lowers to a knee to reach eye level with her. Her scent reaches him in the process. She smells like a rabbit - like a rabbit, and yet not like any kind he's smelled in the wild. Perhaps because she's clearly not from the wild. Curiouser and curiouser.

"Don't mention it. Never trusted those machines, anyway. What I meant to ask is, are you all right?" After a pause, he adds with an apologetic shrug, "Seen plenty of rabbits, and girls, but you're the first rabbit-girl."

[inconstantdanger]

((Awesome, thank you! I'm not sure if there's anything in particular I need to know? I'm familiar with The Witcher on Netflix, but not much else! And Haru is 18 years old!))

"I'm the first rabbit-girl I've seen too. You're all furless around here, it's-- odd. I understand the surprise." She still fidgets a bit under his gaze, smooths down her skirt to get out any wrinkles.

And then she gives her most reassuring look. "I am, thanks to you. What's your name? I feel like I should know the name of the guy who saved me from that."

[wolfwithagoat]

((You've got the basics then. :) I'm playing Eskel here from the games; he won't be showing up in the Netflix series until season 2. I try not to do smut with characters under 20, but 18 is my absolute cut-off. So that works, though I'd still like to work up to it, both for IC and OOC-sake. I hope you don't mind.))

'Furless'? That gets a brief eyebrow arch. So she comes from a world of animal-people? Eskel is used to people thinking he looks odd, with those cat-eyes of his, but this is a whole new level. Maybe that makes his eyes the least strange part of him to her.

Despite having just been running for her life, she doesn't seem shaken. Neither his facial scar nor size difference appear to intimidate her, either. He's known humans who can't look him in the eye, or who piss themselves if they so much as think about a monster. Hell, she even sassed him a little. If he's reading her right, she's resolute for a rabbit.

"I'm Eskel." He offers her a handshake. Not everyone gets as much from him. "Killing things that hurt people is what I do, just usually for hire."

[inconstantdanger]

((Awesome, thank you! I'm looking forward to playing off him! And that is totally fine. I totally love building up CR, so no rush there at all.]

"But your eyes are different than most that I've seen around here." But they don't look all that unusual to her, no. They're familiar in a way that she can't decide puts her at ease or not.

He's a rough looking guy, to be sure. But he seems kind for the most part. That definitely soothes whatever instincts she has wanting to kick in, and she doesn't hesitate for a moment to reach out and take his hand in her own.

"It's nice to meet you, Eskel. I'm Haru." She shrugs her shoulders. "And that sounds like quite a job. Is it common where you're from?"

1. We could possibly transition to 2, if you want?

[swordsense]

Adora is out and about in the rain without too much concern, namely because she thought to bring an umbrella. Or rather, thought to transform her sword into an umbrella, so she's relatively sheltered from the rain. It's more an annoyance than anything that's really going to put her off, but she recognizes that other people aren't doing so well with this. The robots had tons of civilians brought in, and that's a Problem.

When she hears someone calling out to her, she turns, and noting that the stranger is soaked through and out in the rain...Adora rushes to close the distance and at least get her under the umbrella.

"I can take you somewhere, of course. The place I've been staying is relatively dry, and it's not far from here."

She doesn't even think twice about the stranger being fairly rabbit-like. that's as normal as ever for someone from Etheria. She's way, way more concerned about how soaked she seems.

"Come on!"

I'm definitely up for that!

[inconstantdanger]

Oh, thank goodness someone is out here. She gives a relieved sigh as she rushes to the other girl's side, flashing a relieved smile-- both for the umbrella and because Adora hasn't made an immediate comment on her appearance.

She can't blame anyone, but it's nice to not be reminded just how out of place she is here.

"Thank you!" She follows without hesitation for now. She'd rather not risk getting caught in even heavier rain outside.

"When I left, the rain was nowhere near this bad... it just started so quickly and I couldn't make it inside anywhere."

\o/

[swordsense]

She'd be completely normal on Etheria. Or, at least relatively so. Rabbit-people aren't the most common, but they exist and even if they didn't people are people. Adora's cool with all non-assholes.

She starts trotting, keeping her pace easy and light so that the other young woman can keep up.

"Right, I definitely get it. It came out of nowhere. I was just kind of exploring the area and picking some of the fruit," she says as she moves, looking back at Haru with a friendly smile.

"I'm Adora, what's your name?"

[inconstantdanger]

It's nice to be treated like a regular person, if she's honest. She falls into step with the other gratefully, letting out a breath.

"I didn't even get that far... what sort of fruit did you find?" She'd like to know what's around here, that's all. Hopefully the rain lets up soon enough so she can get back to looking.

"Haru. Adora is a really nice name... It's nice to meet you."

[swordsense]

"I'm not sure. It tasted kind of like dragonfruit though. I don't mind sharing, if you want some?"

Adora smiles in an easygoing sort of way. It's nice being around another animal person, the kind of thing she's way more familiar with honestly.

"Haru's also a great name. It just rolls right off the tongue..."

She's leading them in a general direction of where she's staying, for now unless Haru has some other place to be.

[inconstantdanger]

"If you don't mind..."

She gives an appreciative look.

"Do you come from a world where people look like me? I only ask because most people act weird when they see me... Some don't even believe I'm real."