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[grice]

Who: falco grice & you!
When: march & april!
Where: gestures
What: post-surgical trauma, regains, flying (and crashing), snooping, and just general prompts to keep busy with during our pause! i’ll be adding more investigation oriented prompts later as well! absolutely free to tag in super late or backtag forever until may! hmu at liberos if you’d like to plot something specific and i’d adore to write a fresh starter for us!
Warnings: body horror, traumatic surgical descriptions, torture, aot spoilers, mentions of war imagery, will update as things happen!


top levels in the comments!

🐤 MARCH 1 - 4: general prompts with falco still carrying the worst of his living island mutilation; locations include library, diners, groceries or honeybees!
🐤 MARCH 5: open to housemates, neighbors or passerbys; falco gets his jaw implants removed and seems pretty normal. maybe just a little tense about the how.
🐤 MARCH 6: open for sightings or interactions! falco uses his titan form to survey the city and check his limits.
🐤 MARCH 10 - FORWARD: includes prompts for spring cleaning and topsy turvy, as seen on the tdm! 

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[grice]

[ once he’s up, falco can finally breathe, too, easily stooping to his knees to join peter with puffing breaths (out of the fright and the earlier running, but peter really did do the rest of the heavy lifting). one glimpse down from the ledge was necessary, and ah went the boy’s voice, staggering back to sit himself down. ]

So that’s a zombie . . . [ tiny titans. he gives the loop of his pants leg a look, and all seems well, so said in between air, ] M’fine, it’s thanks to you. [ grateful. ]

You climbed it all with your hands . . . Wow.

[ he really means that, the same way he’d look at a tape player today and easily show childlike awe. he’s seen a lot, but it’s hard to remove wonder from what he either hasn’t seen, or if something is truly, truly amazing. ]

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I've never met one, but, based on my memory of Shawn of the Dead, yup. ( it should feel more weird than it does, to have snarling undead children scattered on the sidewalk two stories below. honestly, with everything that is going on here in Santa Rosita, zombie children seems par for the course.

that mild wonder was bound to come up after scaling the walls barehanded, huh? Peter is not used to having his powers tied to his person, usually using them comfortably from behind an expressionless mask. and yes, he's shown his face to put a kid at ease in a life-or-death situation before, but it wasn't a kid he knew already, or had much of a chance of meeting again on the streets of a city of 8 million. Peter rubs a weary hand through his hair, before he gives Falco a smile that is a mix of nervous and tired. )

Yeah. Fun party trick, huh? ( a party trick that Peter never uses where anyone can see it, which makes it much less impressive, actually. ) It's... just something I can do. I used to be able to do more, but being here is weird. ( Peter is noting his powers slowly trickling back to him, though not at a rate that makes them particularly easy to rely on. ) It was kind of a secret, back home, so...

( please, lil buddy. don't squeal about his super powers to people he doesn't know. okay?? )

[grice]

Oh— [ a secret? for whatever reason it was, secrets were usually meant for protection. falco couldn’t imagine the home peter came from, but he could use his own as a base (and does). they’re quite merciless, archaic, even. potentially threatening secrets led to a trip to “paradise”, all woven around fear. humans weren’t that different, in fearing or bombarding something they didn’t know. falco didn’t want that for anyone, much less peter. he holds his hand up for emphasis, ] I won’t tell anyone. That’s a promise.

[ falco is genuine enough of a child to keep his promises, at least. his tongue isn’t floppy or prone to slipping, not even on accident. but, since they have to stay here until the children disappear (or, not, but he’ll try something if it’s taking too long), falco crosses his legs to sit and allow peter to rest. ]

People wouldn’t understand if they knew? Back home?

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Thanks.

( Peter feels a little guilty to even ask. it's a heavy enough secret for him to carry, and it's his secret. putting that burden on someone else feels bad, especially when he can painfully recollect what happened to the last person he told. there aren't supervillains here, maybe, but it hasn't even been a year since Harry threw Gwen to her death. technically one could argue what happened with Harry had been because of the secrets, but... it's also easy to argue what happened with Harry happened because of his secret identity and a willingness to hurt others to hurt him. two sides of the same ugly coin.

how to explain why he kept a secret vigilante identity to a 12 year old? Peter sighs, head dropping and hands splaying across the back of his neck as he takes a steadying breath. )

Maybe some of them would. But not everybody. And those were the ones I was worried about. ( the people that would lash out at his loved ones. the people that would see what he could do as an opportunity to hurt others instead of help them. ) It keeps people safer when they don't know who I am. Back home I wore a mask when I... ( what word to even use??? superheroed sounds so pretentious. vigilanted sounds way scarier than it actually was. ) When I used my powers.

[grice]

[ and no one took it off, he wondered? maybe peter was too fast to get caught, he could imagine what else was possible when he could scale walls. the boy muses, quietly, and nods his head in agreement. ]

It really does sound like the safest thing to do. [ he wonders what it could’ve been like if all the titans were kept in hiding to their own accord— maybe some good would happen, but most of it would’ve been used for the horrid, the same way it always had been when a high power had it wrapped around their fingers. when falco imagines himself in peter’s shoes, at least, wanting to do good with it, ] They can’t threaten your family.

[ which he, for as young as he was for too many things, had felt that reality raw on his skin like cattle getting marks burned into them to know where they belonged to. ]