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

Ginko | Mushi-Shi

[onegreeneye]

((FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD OCCULT SHOPKEEPER HERE and by friendly I mean he's really weird and quiet but he means well... just, please don't touch anything without permission, alright. Definitely don't eat anything. There is also a significant chance that his shop tends to kind of disappear and reappear in different parts of the city, so finding it can be a bit tricky unless you know who to talk to.

I am also 100% up for him being a werewolf, in which case he probably keeps that little fact pretty tightly under wraps most of the time - of course the store is closed on full moons, have you SEEN the kind of crap that happens in this city around then - but who knows, maybe someone figured it out.))

[gainedlove]

[The bell on the door of Ginko's shop jingles, but it might be hard to see who came in at first. They're rather below Ginko's line of sight, and look around the shop in wonder for several moments before they see him and trot over.]

[There's a little claw visible over one shoulder, if you look close enough.]

Um...

[The child fidgets, biting their lip before looking up shyly.]

...d'you have stuff t' feed fairies?

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko leans over to get a better look at the kid, raising an eyebrow barely enough to be visible. Did this kid just wander in by accident or...?

His look of vague bemusement turns to a frown when he hears the question. He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on the counter, and looks them over again. That's... okay, something is holding onto them. Uh.]

Mind if I ask why you would need that, exactly?

[The returning question is asked in the sort of tone one might use to wonder why a nine-year-old child would need tiger-training supplies.]

[gainedlove]

Um!

[They jump and fidget more, glancing down and away and not wanting to meet Ginko's eye.]

Well, I, um...I-I don't want them t' be hungry...so...

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko stares at them for a couple seconds, then sighs.]

Look, you clearly mean well. But I can't recommend getting mixed up with fae at all if you can avoid it; they can take care of themselves, anyway.

[gainedlove]

[They pull a panicked sort of whine, both hands clasping onto their sweater and fiddling with the fabric out of pure nervous energy.]

B-but Chara's gonna starve, I only had th' one chocolate bar an' I can't get another one!

[hereweare]

[And suddenly there's Chara over Frisk's shoulder, all furled wings and red eyes and sharp fangs.

Spoiler: this is not a fae.

This is a literal demon.]

I told you it wouldn't work.

Just give up. I don't need to eat.

[They're mostly hissing in Frisk's ear, but exasperated instead of secretive.]

[onegreeneye]

[Ooh boy. Explaining to children why they both should not and do not need to feed fae is not part of his job description but apparently he's going to have to try.

Ginko has just opened his mouth to respond when the """fae""" in question becomes visible - at which point he drops all efforts to say anything and instead just stares at them for a couple seconds, his mouth still open.

He finally manages to close his mouth, and he leans forward a little more. He is definitely eyeing Chara with some distress.]

...First off. That is not a faerie. And they're right, you don't need to bother with food, anyway. Second. [Now he's actually addressing the demon, because knowing demons he figures they're more likely to have the actual answer to this.] What is going on here?

[gainedlove]

[Frisk's brows are furrowed, but when the little demon crawls up onto their shoulder they jump slightly in surprise--but not fright, oddly.]

Oh!

[Frisk was going to respond to Chara (probably something about them wanting to take proper care of Chara) when Ginko steps in, and his tone makes them frown in concern. One hand lifts up to cup protectively around the tiny imp, and their shoulders hunch up.]

They're my friend! Don't hurt them!

[They've already had a priest and two hunters try to douse the poor thing with holy water, and they aren't interested in a repeat performance of that.]

[hereweare]

[Uh.

Chara freezes.]

....he can see me.

[He can SEE them.

Their claws tighten into Frisk's shoulder--ready to launch, or fight, or--

A wicked grin widens Chara's face.

If he recognises what Chara is, then he should know: mephits SPIT.]

Greetings!

[onegreeneye]

[Ginko waves a hand dismissively.] You don't have to worry about that; I'm not gonna do anything, anyway. [He's not equipped to try and get rid of a mephit, and he doesn't plan to even if he could. Not his job.

Even if he is a little concerned to see one clinging to a child. He doubts correcting them on the 'friend' bit would go over well, though.

He turns his attention back to Chara, giving a slight nod... and leaning back a little bit. Just in case.]

Yeah, I can see you. Perk of the job. [Read: He's been surrounded by and interacting with magical reagents for far too long.] You didn't answer my question.

[gainedlove]

[Frisk relaxes a little bit, but they don't take that shielding hand away just yet. They frown and glance from Chara to Ginko, and before Chara can start spitting out venom, metaphorical or literal, Frisk chimes in.]

I told you, they're my friend! They make th' bullies go away an' help me find good places t' hide an' get me snacks!

[HUFF HUFF.]

An' I like them a lot, so there!

[hereweare]

[That is not the explanation Chara would have given--not the explanation Ginko would have gotten if Frisk had been just a half second slower.

They smile brightly, ominously--daring Ginko to argue with them.]

--I am Chara. And Frisk is MINE.

[onegreeneye]

[Well this sure is some contrast going on here. Ginko's expression remains the same, flat and neutral - except for that slight quirk of an eyebrow again. Frisk's description isn't sounding like typical demon behavior, that's for sure. But it seems that he's going to have to be careful about this if he doesn't want a spray of corrosive spit to the face.]

...I see. So how'd you two meet? Not all that common to see humans making friends with mephit.

[There. Nice and non-accusatory.]

Lucy Heartfilia | Fairy Tail

[gatekeys]

((Either an actually-practiced witch or just some teenager messing around with stuff she doesn’t really understand; either way, probably specifically focuses on summoning-based magic. Maybe you run into each other getting supplies, maybe one of her summons runs off, maybe she accidentally summoned your character… there are options!

I’m also open to discussing stuff outside of that. Maybe she’s a faerie or a mermaid or something?? Who knows.))

suddenly, teen harpy

[mildwildchild]

There is a completely normal person coming into the shop right about closing time one evening. He's wearing a long trenchcoat with the collar turned up, current weather notwithstanding, and a baseball cap that's pulled down low over his eyes. The legs of his pants completely cover his feet, even with the cuffs rolled up, and this may be a deliberate design choice. The person in question - short, not much over five feet tall - all but slinks along the sidewalk to the front entrance of the shop and then ducks in hurriedly, flinching as the bells over the door jingle.

Totally. Normal. Person.

He clutches the lapels of his coat in one hand, unable to quite conceal that said hand looks a little...talon-y, and sidles up to the front counter. The voice that emerges from the folds of fabric is sort of rough and raspy, and one unusually bright, yellow eye is visible beneath the bill of the hat.

"I um. I heard that you might know something about treating certain...conditions."

[onegreeneye]

In most cases, if someone came into his shop this late, Ginko would be inclined to just tell them to come back tomorrow. He's already started cleaning up, wiping spilled ingredients off the front counter and putting gemstones back in their bins from where a few patrons had, rather unhelpfully, left them scattered on the counter and windowsills.

However, this sounds like it might be somewhat urgent. Ginko looks this 'completely normal person' over, his eyebrows raising just the slightest bit, then he gives a small nod. "I might. Depends on what the condition in question is, of course."

[gainedlove]

Chara found me.

[Does there need to be any other reason? Sure, Chara had been mean at first, but when the other kids in the house tried to hurt Frisk Chara had been so fast to retaliate. It had taken a while for Frisk to grow used to their new companion's (ahem) caustic personality, but now...]

[Well, headbutting an adult to protect someone pretty much seals the friendship for good, right?]

Oh boy

[becauseimtrash]

[The kid--or is it a kid? he's one of those people who hovers in between look like a teenager and an adult--who comes into Ginko's shop at half noon is scrawny and sallow, with hair the pale brown of old cement. It's really obvious that he's scrawny, because he's not wearing a shirt, revealing a slightly ribby undermuscled torso a pastiche of wrapped bandages and band-aids on his arms.

He has something clutched in one hand.

He's also wearing pyjama pants, and has bags under his eyes so dramatic they belong at an international baggage claim.

But he's smiling brilliantly, like he's on top of the world and ready to share it with you.]

Hi!

ooh boy here we go as i. casually switch accounts lmao

[dontpokethat]

[Ginko is far from unused to getting... somewhat odd customers. It's an inevitability with a job like his, after all, and this guy is far from the strangest person who's wandered into Ginko's store. So Ginko just raises an eyebrow, looking him over with far more curiosity than judgment.]

...Hey. Can I help you?

[Maybe offer some sleep aides or something]

Smooth like a criminal

[becauseimtrash]

[Foster runs one hand back through his hair--which is swept back very hard because he does this a lot. Like, constantly. He does it again while talking.]

Yes! I was told... that you sell rare ingredients here. Like blood from a red heifer and faerie chrysalis fluid.

[There's a bright, energetic tone; he's all friendliness, no menace to him.]

[dontpokethat]

[Um. Ginko's eyebrow raises a little higher.]

...Were you, now. Mind if I ask what you want them for?

[Given, you know. The fact that those are both highly volatile magic catalysts.]

[becauseimtrash]

Necromancy.

[Ah.

...well. It appears that he can't lie here. At least not about that. Clever. He'd considered that a possibility and even prepared for it, but it's still a little disappointing.]

No worries--I'm sure it sounds very shady, but I do know what I'm doing!

[He laughs--it's an easy, natural laugh, because it's a real answer. And he runs his hand back through his hair again.]

[dontpokethat]

[Given the kind of stuff Ginko sells and the kinds of customers he gets, getting a truth charm placed on the shop as soon as possible was practically a necessity.

And he's right. It does sound shady, and Ginko doesn't look totally convinced that he shouldn't worry. Someone believing that they can handle this stuff safely is one thing, but the actual results can be quite another.]

Uh-huh. Well, before I can sell you this stuff, I'm going to need to ask what you're doing with necromancy to begin with. [He gives a small shrug.] Sorry for all the questions, but I can't really take any chances with this sort of thing.

[becauseimtrash]

Hahaha... well I'm just learning right now. Don't worry, though! I'm starting small--and I know what I'm doing. Look--see?

[He thrusts out his left hand, which had until then been closed--and opens it to reveal...

A mouse.

A headless mouse, the open space of its tiny chest cavity and meaty end where its spine had once connected to its skull visible as it crawls around his palm aimlessly, long tail wrapping around his fingers for stability.

It had taken him over a week to successfully raise even that--even just a mouse. A week during which he had forgotten frequently to eat and had hardly slept. Now he's a little delirious and definitely too giddy./small>]