i'm so nervous; i'm so tense

[founderinglight]

Who Izunia and you! And a couple closed prompts.
What: Catchall! Featuring cat, shapeshifting difficulties, and being upset about stupid gd inlaws.
Where: Wherious, various.
When: Assorted, mid-june IC.
Warnings: Probable talk of trauma

June 4 - CLOSED to Kurama

[It's hard to miss the way Izunia very suddenly gets up and leaves the sparring and combat lessons gathering, considering that he leaves via a truly impressive blue warp trail that's visible to just about everyone.

Up and over the Station the warp goes, and down to the beach below -

By the time the person following him catches up, Izunia is seated on one of the rocks and there's some very obviously charred sand in a couple patches nearby. He's got his face in his hands, and his shoulders damn near shaking.

Shit's Real Fucking Hard today.]

Residential floor common areas - obligatory CATTE

[What's this? It's a very large fluff who has decided to Investigate you. Or possibly chase and swat at your ankles, there's no telling really. Maybe she's curled up on her dad to be his partner in napping.

Either way, consider this your "Izunia has Verity out and about" catchall prompt.]

AV room, central area - June 7-9th

[Those of keen hearing might note the sound of violin music - either traiditonal or electric - from the large headphones Izunia has settled around his neck, on top of his scarf.

Possibly more noticable though is the various sparkles of crystal that flick through the air, directed by his hand in time with the music - ten in all, of various colors. Sometimes they bob up and down in response to indvidual notes, but other times they just kind of whirl in circles and figure-eights, catching the light as Izunia sits and listens to the music, occasionally sketching.

If you hadn't seen it yet, there's also a prominent red mark - or rather, three red marks, two wings on the hilt of a blade - on the back of his left hand.

He can be caught doing much the same during the storm the night of June 12th on the deck, if that's more your jam!]

June 13th, day - Station Roof

[What... the fuck is that? When did it get here? Why is it so impractically large?

Is it looking at you? Shit, it's definitely looking at you.

Anyone who has before witnessed The Mystic will no doubt recognize the thirteen-foot-figure that sits on the edge of the station's roof, watching the goings-on on the deck and beach below, but for anyone who hasn't, it might be a bit difficult to recognize the giant suit of armor as one of the usual residents.

The body posture of the suit of armor seems... pretty distinctly unhappy, though in a relatively low-key way. As much as it's... possible to tell the body language of a giant suit of armor with no face.

Is there even a body under there? (No. No, there's not. There is, however, a certain highly identifying red mark across the back of the armored hand...)]

June 13th, night - CLOSED to Astolfo

[It hadn't even occured to him that it was a moonless night. Izunia is still out on the roof as night falls, still resoundingly stuck in the shape of his armor. It's in some ways a natural, easy feeling -

But it's also one he loathes, because it's not flesh and blood, because of the way it's muted out most of his emotions. If he could, he would probably have panicked by now.

But instead all he's got is watching the stars, and trying to figure out how to get himself back to normal.]

Other

[Got somewhere else you want to catch napgramp? Hit me up with what you've got.]

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13th

[burninglight]

[Sometimes (most days, really) the Station just felt a little too confining. So usually Ardyn would find his way to the roof for some air, relative quiet, and-]

Shit--

[...and almost immediately scrambling so hard he fell backwards with an anak-in-headlights look, Luscinia startled off her perch on his shoulder.]

[founderinglight]

[well, it certainly gets noticed, the giant armored head swinging around at the sound of Ardyn's voice.

And the voice Ardyn will hear - or perhaps something more like feel, because it's clearly magic however it works - is, for once, not the mirror of his own, but unmistakable anyway. There's only the slightest bit of concern to the tone, which honestly is about all Izunia can muster up - ]

It's still just me, Ardyn. Breathe.

13th

[blackestwitch]

[ And during the day at some point, there's a Maddie wandering onto the roof. She has on her bright green headphones, but they're around her neck and there's nothing coming from them yet.

Zel is with her. He very obviously bristles as soon as he catches sight of that giant, monstrous armor... but then, less than a second later, relaxes as he catches sight of the Command Seal across the back of the hand. ] Izunia.

[ Maddie pauses there. ] Ah, you're here as well, Mr. Izunia? I hope we weren't interrupting nap time. [ ...SHE HAS NO IDEA. ]

[ Maddie outfit check: shirt flannel, shorts, socks, bracelet ]

[founderinglight]

Hello, you two.

[Well there's... definitely something different about that voice. It's actually not as deep as it normally is, but more notable is the fact that it's not exactly heard so much as felt.

There's the sound of metal moving and a few crystals swinging into metal plates as he shifts to better 'look' at her.]

I'm having... a bit of difficulty with my physical form today, before you ask.

13th, Night

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Izunia's absence hadn't been concerning during the day- Astolfo did his own things, no doubt Izunia would be going about as he pleases as well. Come nightfall, there's a creeping concern that brings him out in search of his other half, and to the rooftop.

Seeing the figure, and the marks on its hand, there's no question about it. He approaches with a gentle, slightly hesitant, pace that is so unlike him.]

Master?

[He doesn't know the limits of what Izunia can do in this form, whether he can physically speak or not, so using their mental link to communicate appears the best course of action.]

[founderinglight]

Astolfo.

[The response is somewhere between the communication through their connection and actual sound - perhaps without that connection, impossible to understand, though hopefully the translation magic would kick in where that fails. There's a faint tinge of relief to it.]

It's been... a difficult day.

7th

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai pauses and just watches quietly as the colours flicker.]

...Nice. Do people like that?

[founderinglight]

Well, I find it enjoyable enough.

[He twists his hand and sends the crystals zinging into a straight line.]

Not much more than a toy, but I think I'm getting good with it.

4th

[byanyother_name]

[Luckily for the person following, he actually can directly follow the arc of the warp trail. Kurama, after all, can fly. He's just as content to have missed whatever caused that charred sand, though.

He isn't sure what actually happened; he'd been idly watching and debating whether to join the sparring. Izunia nigh-on fleeing certainly made up his mind for him.

Even as he crosses the sand to the older man (his older brother, he's still getting used to that), he considers his options for a bare second and shifts. It's the oversized fox that gently nudges Izunia with his nose, a gentle, undemanding presence.]

[founderinglight]

What - oh.

[Hello, Kurama-fox. It's odd to see him in this form, but not like they haven't talked like this before.

...After a moment, Izunia wraps an arm around the huge foxy shoulders and leans against Kurama with a sigh.]

13th/station roof

[newlawtolight]

[Well, she'd only gone to the roof to make drawings (of what is best not to ask. Or maybe someone should. But she won't tell) when she spots...well.

Her eyebrows raise up towards her hairline.]

Oh...my.

[Scared? No.

She's positively delighted.]

You finally show yourself.

[founderinglight]

[There's not much movement, but the armored head does turn in her direction.

Experiencing: slight discomfort - ]

I've not exactly been hiding.

[ - which doesn't hold through to the resonant, clearly magical voice that Letty will 'hear' in place of the usual one.]

armor armor armor armor

[motherfucking_ghost]

[Avoiding the storm and staying inside was a really no duh situation, but afterwards, Church is out and about. Kicking around and sifting through debris washed up on the beach, maybe, or just generally enjoying the post-storm air.

He just happens to look up, because this place still feels weird and new to him, squinting up at the building and--double taking. There's? a thing? up on the roof? that should probably not be there? Is it...one of the androids? Or like a different one? What's the fuck, tell him what's a-happening.

So eventually he makes his way to the roof-roof, the roof that's boring, the roof covered in shit that shouldn't be messed with. Cautiously. Creeping up and pausing to watch the--yep, it seems to be just a big ol' elaborate suit of armor. For no fuck reasons. Creeping. Creeeeeeeeeeeeeping. How close does he get before the asshole moves and inadvertently jumpscares him?]

[founderinglight]

[Not... very close, really, before the 'statue' shifts to 'look up' at least as much as it, you know, has a face. Church isn't sneaky.

Is it possible for a face plate to express 'the fuck are you doing,' because if so, it would be expressing that.]

7th

[fistsofchange]

[Okay, so the flying specks of crystal were weird, but magic users were supposed to be weird so this fit in Lin's worldview. It was rather pretty, actually.

So while she did spend a moment admiring the light show, she ended up focusing on something else entirely: the red marks on his hand.]

I thought you were going to get a shoulder piece.

[founderinglight]

Mmm?

[Ah, he realizes what she's looking at and shrugs, turning the hand so she can see it more clearly. One sword, with two wings coming from the hilt on the same side, one reaching up and the other descending to obscure the end of the blade.]

I am, this is something else.

[...Something that apparently makes him feel warm and fuzzy.]

13th

[giltfoil]

[It was a good day. We were all having a good day. Ravus is minding his own business, looking out from the deck over the scenery, when he turns around and - well, with his complexion it's hard to say he 'goes white' more so than he always is, but he goes from the living white of milk to the dead white of paper. He staggers backward, and it's only luck that he doesn't go over the edge before he sits down abruptly, left arm upraised as if to ward off a blow.]

No - no, you said it was enough!

[His voice shakes.]

[founderinglight]

[Oh for fuck's sake.]

Ravus.

[The sound-not-sound of the voice will be familiar, but the tone of it is, well, not the most kingly of tones that has ever been used.

Mostly, he just sounds, in a somewhat emotionally muted way, like it's already been a very long day.]

I'm not doing anything. Except sitting here.

[Get your shit together, Nox Fleuret.]

13th

[serrata]

[ Yuuri heads up onto the roof with coffee and her lunch in-hand and promptly drops both of them. Considering the circumstances, she's fairly sure it can be excused. She nearly topples back out of the door with how quickly she makes to scoot away and the coffee's barely had a chance to spill before there's a flurry of white crystals and a... kitchen knife in her hand. It's a carving knife, yes, but in her defense, she panicked and couldn't actually yank out a sword. ]

What– what the hell are you supposed to be?!

[ hello, uncle shitweasel. ]

[founderinglight]

[Once more, with feeling: Oh for fuck's sake.]

Must you point something sharp at me every time you see me?

13th

[beguiledcard]

[ So, he's here? With coffee and food, and every intention to just chill out for a bit...

Instead, he's left just pausing his steps and looking right back at the giant suit of armor that sure is looking right at him.

He should say something... ]

Morning.

[ That works. ]

[founderinglight]

...Morning.

[You know what? He'll take it. Either Akira remembers that the armor is him from the Palace or he just isn't awake enough to give a fuck, and Either is Fine.]

13th

[nor_iron_bars]

Huh.

[Jail tilts her head curiously, an oddly birdlike little motion, and surveys the giant suit of armor with casual interest.]

So, you alive or did someone just set up an art project out here...?

[founderinglight]

[Well the giant suit of armor turns to also regard her? That's probably a pretty clear sign.

Of what, exactly, it's hard to say, but there's definitely magic bullshit going on. Jail probably won't recognize the Clearly Magical Distortion Effect voice, though.]

Alive is a bit debatable.

13th

[cyclicalconcept]

[fjeuighefuiehwg

sorry she might have just dropped her sandwich at the abrupt sight of you and you're not a witch of Noise]

Woah! Uh...hi!

[founderinglight]

Hello.

[Hi, Kana. He's no witch or Noise, but the way his voice echoes as much in the mind as anything is a little more like either at the moment.]