MINGLING POST

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[I hope that everyone in Accord has wish-machine'd up some sweaters, because it's getting cold outside! especially around the Tower, what with all those delightful ocean winds around to make things extra-chilly. it's not so bad indoors, though. the Stewards have been doing a good job of keeping the place nice and warm for you.

so what has the crazy tower bunch been up to? jumping in leaf piles? huddling inside for warmth? trying to break the world record for most cookies baked in a week? plotting to murder everyone with horrible death magic? there's plenty to be doing and plenty of people to bother, so go talk to your neighbors! make a friend, or talk to someone you haven't seen in a while! or just, you know, stumble awkwardly into their business. that works too.]


[[ooc: aw yeah, mingling post! make your own comment, tag other people's comments, go crazy!]]

Comments

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Looks like a terror to me.

[he nods, particularly appreciative of the toes. he'll get to play with that. Coil's is probably going to be much easier to animate than his own, given that it has a logical, sturdy structure and all.]

Is that it? Ready to go send these things out into society?

[mortalcoil]

[it's not a smile, but boy is it an eager nod.

He's so ready to see these things in action. This better be worth the possibility of mild frostbite.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Great. [he flexes his fingers to get a little feeling back into them, seeing as he's the one not even wearing a jacket. but frostbite is nothing next to the chance to wrap his brain around some complex spells. he takes a stick, quickly moving around to the back of Coil's monster. he scratches some kind of a circular design into the back, bites his knuckle open, bleeds a little into the snow... you know, usual stuff.

his own snowman gets the same treatment. a circle etched on the back, bleeding on it just a little--before he starts muttering some things in that old and bizarrely understandable language of his. he's giving them life from his blood, asking the water they're made of to move under his command.

by the time the monsters give a horrible, shifting lurch, he's walking up to Coil and grabbing his hand and leading him back towards the building, his wound healing on its own.]

Come on. Second floor window.

[mortalcoil]

[for the first time in a while, that perpetual bored look is gone from Coil's face. And he's reluctant to walk away from the monsters, however dangerous they may or may not be. A tug on his hand is necessary to get him actually moving, and even then he's looking back over his shoulder to see.

He doesn't want to miss a second.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he'll have to miss a little, but Robin leads him into the house and up the stairs, excited enough to make it a very quick trip. he hits the windowsill, sticks his head out the window, and watches the snow forms continue to shiver and shift, like they're just waking up, or trying to hatch.]

Theeere we go... [sinking back into the window (helping Coil actually get a better look), he holds his hands out in front of him like a puppeteer. there's blood in the spell and blood in his body--so they, by extension, are him.

he curls his fingers up into a fist, and they stop moving. he waits a couple of seconds, just as someone starts to pass by, and then slowly shifts the fingers of his one hand... his own snowman starts to lumber to the side, a little uneven and slow.

he's got a plan.]