URBAN FANTASY POST

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Who feels like playing out some urban fantasy garbage cuz I SURE DO

It’s pretty straightforward - I’m gonna (probably gradually over time) get my guys on here with a brief idea of how they’d work in this setting, here are some prompts and such, feel free to pick one or more or just make up a thing yourself!

Species

Please note that you are free to decide details of how your character ‘works’ - a ghost could be trapped on the mortal plane because of unfinished business or a curse, a vampire could have been bitten or it could be a genetic trait, demons could be naturally malevolent or some of them are just dicks. It’s up to you!

1. Werewolf - Big furry woofers. Pretty straightforward.

2. Vampire - Blood-sucking, darkness, maybe bats or mist or something is involved?

3. Fae - Probably going to be more of Seelie vs. Unseelie mischief-causing variety than cute little flying people.

4. Demon - Ow, the edge.

5. Ghost - Remember when that one animated music video was super popular for like a month and you couldn’t take two steps without tripping over fanart of it? Anyway, your character is dead.

6. Human - You all know how these work. Do I even need a prompt for this?

Scenario

1. Monster Hunt - Have there been some mysterious murders? Magical destiny? Or maybe you just really hate people with pointy teeth.

2. Occult Shop - Hey, witches and such have to get their supplies somewhere. It could be hidden somewhere or out in plain daylight, but something about this store probably feels a little off. Or maybe it’s just the smell.

3. Turf War - Is vampires vs. werewolves still cool? I don’t even know. The point is you don’t like them and they don’t like you and this is YOUR TERRITORY. Or maybe it’s theirs. Maybe the real territory was the friends we made along the way.

4. INVESTIGATION - Look there’s no denying that some weird stuff happens in this city, and some people are bound to want to figure out just what. Potentially regardless of whether they’re prepared for what they’re getting themselves into.

[[I’ll probably add more eventually I’ve been out all day and I’m tired right now]]

Comments

cw misgendering, abuse, deadnames

[gainedlove]

He

falls?


He fell.

Frisk is frozen in place, still holding the bloody knife and staring where Foster's face had once been. A woman's legs have taken their place, and it feels like forever before Frisk can pull their gaze upward, fix their eyes upon the woman's face. It's not--it's not her, skin too pale and hair too flat, and she wouldn't--she wouldn't have a face like that. Never, she loves Madison, she loves her little girl, she wouldn't get angry, wouldn't yell, wouldn't slap her across the face and tell her what a dirty, disgusting thief she is--

They stumble a step backward and lift the knife in a weak shaky gesture, and tears start rolling down their cheeks without a sound.

[detonarrator]

[Sophie does none of those things. She lays Foster to the ground, and scans down his body once. He's hurt bad, but won't bleed out immediately or anything. She turns her attention to Frisk, bloody, but none of it appears to be their blood so that's fine. She looks at Ginko.

Wow, what the fuck.

Okay she squats down and reaches for his head gently, one hand holding him steady while the other gingerly pulls the blood slicked silver from his eye socket.]

You gonna die?

[dontpokethat]

Ginko starts to turn toward Sophie, the beginnings of words - a question or a thank you or something else, who can say - starting to form on his mouth. He cuts off with a startled hiss when she pulls the charm out of his eye socket, his hands curling into fists on the floor.

"--Shit. N-no, I... I don't think so. Thanks."

Once the bit of silver is pulled free, he rests a hand over his eye and glances over toward Frisk, brow furrowing. "...Frisk? You can... you can put that down. It's okay."

[gainedlove]

She steps forward, steps...past. They shiver and back away until they thump against the shelf behind them, and everything feels like it's at half a remove. Like they aren't themself.

He turns from her--Ginko, Ginko turns away from Sophie, and he says something. Put it...down?

Oh.

It's...it's in their hand.

They did this.

They whimper and cringe away from the knife, tossing it to clatter onto the floor well away from all three of them. Oh god, oh god, they hurt Foster, they stabbed him! Why did he want to hurt them, why did this happen, why--?!

They sink down to the ground and curl up in a tight ball, both tiny hands clenching into their hair tightly as quiet sobs finally crack through their closed-up throat.

[detonarrator]

[Frisk's rapid scuttle away bring's Sophie's attention back to them, but only for a moment. It's really just the movement she cared about, knowing who was going where, so the glance she casts at Frisk is impartial and fleeting. She glances over Ginko's wounds. Silver burns, nasty stuff, but they look worse than they are. The gash in his neck is the most potentially lethal thing, so she focuses on that, grabbing Ginko's face and turning it back to hers so she can look at the injury in question.]

Hold still.

[It's not as deep as she was worried it might be, (he probably didn't even need stitches), but the festering skin blooming out from the cut would make it heal slowly. She's no doctor, but she's had to patch herself up in the field often enough that she's picked up a few tricks. They were in a magical supplies stock room after all, there's got to be something in here that's good for healing. She stands up and starts looking over the shelves, scanning labels as quickly as possible and grabbing anything that might come in handy. While she gathers things she addresses them both without bothering to turn around.]

Take your shirt off, Ginko. Kid, help him if he can't do it himself.

[dontpokethat]

Frisk--

[There isn't a lot he can think of to say, unfortunately. Then his gaze lands on Foster, and, for the first time, the sharp tang of blood in his mouth, and what it means, finally start to sink in, and he goes silent.

He winces a little when Sophie turns his head, but obeys, despite the churning in his stomach. He nods numbly and goes to pull his shirt over his head, cringing at the rub of fabric against his burned palm.]

Th... there's a first aid kit in that cabinet. F-Foster is-- I think I bit him.

[gainedlove]

[It's fortunate that Ginko manages on his own, because Frisk is in no shape to be helping anyone at the moment. They whimper and sob, shaking their head and pulling hard on their hair, hard enough to make them gasp with pain.]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...

[They mumble it, over and over, not seeming to notice anything going on around them. It's their fault, their fault their fault their fault their fault!!]

are we....changing names mid thread can we just do that?

[detonarrator]

[Oh right, first aid kit. Good. Sophie was planning on ripping his shirt into strips for bandages but actual bandages would be better. She grabs it, then quickly returns to kneel by Grant(Ginko?). She finishes helping him with his shirt, then gets to work. She adresses Frisk without looking over at them, focused on getting neutralizing herbs and salves onto Ginko's palm and into his eye.]

You did the right thing kid.

[Well...probably. Sophie still isn't really sure what even happened here, but knowing Grant and knowing Foster, she's one hundred percent sure that Grant was not the aggressor. The news that Foster has been bitten doesn't come as much of a shock to Sophie. Grant has blood around his mouth after all, but the confirmation still brings about a more troubled frown. When she replies, her voice is quieter, meant only for Grant to hear, even if it's unlikely that Frisk can really comprehend any of what's going on at this point.]

I'll handle it.

[dontpokethat]

Right. Y-you didn't do anything wrong. [Try though he might, Ginko's ability to reassure Frisk is... a little limited right now. He hisses through his teeth at the fresh sting of the treatments, but he knows it's better than leaving the burns untouched and forces himself not to pull away.

He glances questioningly up at Sophie, keeping his voice low, as well.] How?

[detonarrator]

[The silver burns dealt with and bandaged, she moves onto the stab wound. It needed stitches ideally, but those materials unfortunately did not come standard in a first aid kit. But Sophie's got a backup. She grabs the antiseptic, ignoring his question initially in favor of giving him a brusque warning.]

Brace yourself.

[Once the wound is clean, she fishes around her own pockets for a moment, smearing blood and other substances on her jacket. It cleans easy. After a moment of rummaging she pulls out a medium sized container of superglue. She almost never leaves home without one, certainly not when going on a job. She pinches the edges of Ginko's torn skin together and applies a liberal amount of super glue to the area, careful not to get any on her own fingers in the process. While she's waiting for that to set she gets around to answering him.]

We've got, like, a week, yeah? I'll get him as patched up as possible in that time and then. Lockdown. At least for the first change.

[She shrugs. After that who knows. Sophie has never been one to think about the long term. Honestly thinking one week ahead is already pushing it a little for her.]

[dontpokethat]

Got it-- agh, shit!

[He lets his head rest against the shelf behind him, catching his breath again while he lets himself slowly process what she's saying. The more the actual danger passes and the adrenaline leaves his body, the more exhausted he finds himself feeling.]

Y...yeah. I guess. But after...?

[detonarrator]

[Sophie just grunts. She has no idea. Don't ask her to try and come up with something. This isn't even her mess this time, she's just cleaning it up. The glue sets, and Sophie hastily wraps it before shifting around to look at foster. His arm is easy to deal with, especially because he's unconscious, so it's cleaned and bandaged in a matter of moments. The bite mark she cleans, adding a dollop of glue to the deepest punctures, but can't do a lot more about. There's so much bruising and swelling there that she's pretty sure something is broken. Collarbone probably. Hopefully. It'd be the easiest to deal with of the various potentials.

She's not a doctor by any stretch of the imagination what she's done so far is pretty basic first aid she'd learned by necessity on the job, and she'd been skilled, (or lucky), enough to so far avoid breaking any bones, so this is a bit out of her depth. She'll figure it out when she gets home.

She picks Foster up like a rag doll. Even if she didn't have Enhanced Vampire Strength^(TM) it would have been easy, he's about 90 pounds when soaking wet. She was originally planning on draping him over her shoulder, but seeing the way one of his arms dangles when she moves him she thinks better of it. Bridal style lets her hold his shoulders in a roughly normal position while she picks him up, so that's how she does it. Then she heads for the door.]

I'll call you when he wakes up.

[dontpokethat]

Right. Th-thanks.

[After he leaves, he's quiet for a few seconds. But he knows that the longer he lets himself stay still, the longer after that it's going to be before he can get himself up, and he can't afford to pass out just yet.

He more or less crawls over to Frisk's side and sets a hand on their shoulder.]

Frisk?

[gainedlove]

[They haven't moved an inch from where they collapsed, shivering and hiccuping with strangled sobs. Ginko's touch makes them flinch away at first, but slowly they turn to look at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.]

[dontpokethat]

[He winces, almost pulling his hand back in turn when they flinch, but he sets it slowly back on their shoulder after a moment.

As expected, they are... not okay. At least they don't seem to be physically injured. But, to be sure...]

Hey. You hurt or anything?

[gainedlove]

[Frisk shakes their head in that same sort of slow motion, sniffling and hiccupping once again. They shiver for a few moments longer before launching themself at Ginko to grab onto him desperately, burying their face against his chest.]

[dontpokethat]

[Ginko suppresses a hiss of pain at the sudden impact, instead focusing on holding them close against him.]

Alright, it's gonna be okay... c'mon, I think we both need to get some sleep.

[He leans on the wall to steady himself and pushes himself to his feet, lifting Frisk up with him. His legs shake a bit under their combined weight, but he figures he can probably make it up the stairs if he focuses.] Hold on.

[gainedlove]

[They cling on tightly, arms and legs wrapping around Ginko as he stands up. If they were able to take notice of more around them, they probably would have insisted that they're fine, that Ginko should sit and rest and that they would take care of things. But right now the sight of Foster with a knife clean through his arm is burned into their mind, and as much as they try to make it go away they keep remembering the sound of it, the resistance of his flesh before it gave way.]

[He's going to die and it's all their fault.]

[dontpokethat]

[It's a relief to set Frisk down on their bed, with how much his shoulder was protesting his decision to carry them. He straightens up with some effort, then slouches over to the bathroom and from there to the small kitchen area, setting a bottle of painkillers on the counter while he gets a glass of water.

It's only after he's swallowed down the pills that he makes his way over to his own bed, taking a slow breath as he sits down.]

--Okay. Frisk, I... I don't know what time I'll be up tomorrow. If you get hungry, we've got, uh... stuff for sandwiches in the fridge. Just wake me up if you need anything, alright?