corvidmagicae

[corvidmagicae]

I can be trusted with fangs. I can be trusted with claws. I can be trusted with wings. I can be trusted with a tail. I can be trusted with horns. I can be trusted with cybernetics. I can be trusted with a form I wasn't born into. Give it. Give it to me

#⧉ musings #she wants #not the cybernetics but EVERYTHING ELSE

[corvidmagicae]

A trio of Mr.Mimes are in the garden today. Every time Bri looks away and then back at them, they're in some absurd pose. Sometimes the lawn gnomes join in.

Nope. Not asking questions.

The mimes will do what the mimes want to do. She's just going to vacate the area until they decide that her lair isn't their play area.

#Anonymous #⧉ answered

[corvidmagicae]

Send "Grab" for your muse to grab mine's wrist, preventing them from leaving.

#⧉ meme

[corvidmagicae]

Fighting Style Profile

Tagged by: nah

bold what always or often applies. italicize sometimes or situational. cross out nevers. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honourably / fights dirty

prefers close - quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging

fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement / fights with delight

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalised weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill-set / learning their skill-set

fancy footwork / sloppy footwork

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn’t ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill / enjoys killing

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

#⧉ meme

[corvidmagicae]

#⧉ ooc #two replies done/revised and i can't focus on forming paragraphs anymore rip #well two replies out into the world is more active than i've been in teh last six months so that's a win i guess #i'll see if i can't focus enough to try and get a few more done but if not well. work assassinated me.

[corvidmagicae]

Dozens of little feathery heads pop up at the sound of a human voice - a few of them sparing a glance down towards the ground where the hoarded stolen baubles had been strewn about. Not the witch no - she was too busy digging out the hollow tree trunk. (What did she care of someone got hit in the process? Their fault for being underneath the canopy.)

No, no. Just going to keep digging things out. Coins, bottle caps, evolution stones, credit cards, missing trainer badges… junk now littering the ground around the trainer below. Well, junk to her. To a ranger, this could all be evidence. Stupid birds, all hiding this in one place, not spread out around the bog.

At least the murmurs amongst the murder had changed topic. She wasn't paying much attention to whatever that now was, either, though there was an insistent cawing behind her. Some individual amongst her birds that was more than brave enough to voice it's opinions when the witch was being less than hospitable.

She didn't need to turn around to identify the nagging youngster with blackish-red feathers. 'Red', as Bri'd come to call her, such a goodie two-shoes. Had been for centuries at this point. Not a shiny, no - Bri had stolen her way back when, before she'd fully cemented how to get the exact color of a typical Murkrow's feathers - hence how Red's had been tinted by the color of the cloak she'd worn when human.

With an irritated clack of her beak, Bri would turn to look down at the unmoving trainer below.

Hm… She hadn't killed someone has she? Oops. She couldn't recalled kicking anything heavy enough to do that sort of damage. Well, not her problem.

....... Or so she'd say if Red wasn't cawing accusingly and pulling at her tailfeathers, herding her towards the girl.

Ugh. Fine. She'd check on her.

Black wings would spread in landing as Bri launched herself from the tree, slowly drifting down, aiming to land on the girl's head. She hadn't even gotten to landing before confirming the girl's waking status. And her coherency, if her choice of words was any indication. Good! Won't have to dump her in the bog.

Perhaps a Roost could kick start her back to health? A silent clack of the beak would be given in contemplation. Bridgette... typically only absorbed energy to heal her own injuries. But, it shouldn't be too difficult to reroute that power to heal another.

Hm.

She'll decide after getting a better look at the damage.

What an eerie place, Blue muses, stepping carefully over raised tree roots as she traverses deeper into the woodland. It’s bad enough that the dense canopy hardly allows for any sunlight to reach the forest floor but the incessant corvid sounds originating from somewhere far above her is giving her goosebumps.

The clamor of coos and caws and rattles intensifies and Blue warily reaches for a Poké Ball at her belt. Before she gets a chance to release any pokémon, however, something heavy comes crashing down on her head. She drops instantly, out cold amongst the dead leaves blanketing the forest floor, the badge case lying haphazardly somewhere next to her head.

…

Blue comes to some time later, stars dancing in her vision and a throbbing pain threatening to split her head in half. Her fingers dig into the earth, grasping for purchase in a world that feels like it’s rotating and leaving her behind to no avail. With a quiet groan, she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Ugh… what the… hell happened???”

She makes a feeble attempt at sitting up and instantly regrets it. “Fuck.”

#evoblue #this reply was trapped on my tablet for months i am so sorry #blue gets to witness The Birds Fighting

[corvidmagicae]

tricoloredillusion​:

Despite being quite observant, the small trick that Bri was preparing was flying over the vampire’s head, perhaps because over anything else, she was focusing on the disappointment that she was starting to feel the more she noticed that there was no positive answer from the witch.

How selfish. She thought, flexing her own fingers and only clenching her teeth while her mouth was still closed, in a subtle gesture.

Having lived so sheltered for the most part of her life, not only made Neo rather ignorant of the Fae or witches themselves but also, not very knowledgeable of what their blood could do. But that’s why she was interested in the first place.

However, she wasn’t all that good with patience or having one of her wishes slip through her fingers, so as soon as Bri openly rejected the request, the vampire frowned softly and prepared to rush towards the witch.

But of course, first, the spell caught her rather off guard, so even if she intended to push towards it with strength alone, the strong gust of wind would push her far enough to elicit the softest hiss from the undead woman.

To her disadvantage, she was perhaps too prideful and looking over Bri’s shoulder, incapable of really imagining what the other’s limits were, but perhaps the witch would be in a similar position when not exactly knowing what the own limits of Neo were.

After all, not even her ‘parents’ would’ve known what kind of blessing she had -within the vampirism curse- that made her so different among her own bloodline.

One thing was for sure, the mute impulsed herself against the dirty floor of the alley before launching herself upwards; her form changing to that of a decently big vampire bat. Perhaps slightly more monstrous than what a normal one would look like, but with strong enough wings to give chase, that for sure.

It just proved the mute wasn’t going to give up so easily on the new discovery.

Winds would whip around the little alleyway, sending spare boxes and barrels into walls, and creating an absolute eye-stinging ruckus to visibility and movement. Well… to all who were on the ground, and not the source of the wind. The witch herself would simply hop back, barreling upwards along the current of the whirlwind as if she were a kite.

Spreading her arms to her sides out of instinct and habit, arms turning into wings as her flesh molded molding into feather. The rest of her form appearing to shrink into her feathered shawl, as it was overtaken by shadow, reforming into the shape of a crow. A completely normal crow, despite the red brooch sitting tied around its neck on a black ribbon, a tiny key sitting alongside it.

A completely normal crow that almost seemed to scowl, despite its beak not having the ability to do so. That… was a very large bat crashing through the windstorm, and barreling upwards towards her.

She'd 'tsk' if she could - the most this form could do would be a 'clack' as the beak struck together. That had to be the vampire. She'd barely even righted herself in the air, to best position herself in the air currents! Annoying. So annoying.

Tucking in her wings, the bird would swerve and take proper flight, gliding along the now-dying air current, towards the flocks of crows mingling along the rooftops. Some were victims of her own, some native to the locale. Either way, a mental command would be enough to send her birds into a frenzy, with flock mentality making the other crows in the murder panic as well. Perhaps with a bit of distance and luck, she'd be able to lose the pursuer amidst the sea of birds.

This vampire had tracked her by the scent of her blood, yes? It certainly wouldn't smell any different in bird form… but perhaps with a bit of distance and luck, she'd be able to loose them amidst the sea of birds and the scent of latent spells attached to old victims.

… maybe.

If it didn't work, she'd need to think fast on a plan B.

#tricoloredillusion #hmm my verse tags are gone i'll fix that later #murkrow-form bri icons only because i don't have regular crows r ip #but she'd be a regular crow in this verse #anyways this reply is rougher than i usually let out so sorry for the quality #feel free to catch or catch up to her if you want #she's a fast bugger but not super speed #so she's actively aiming to fake her out/bait and switch

[corvidmagicae]

My inability to work coherently/conveniently on replies in a reliable manner currently basically means that i keep having little world building thoughts during work hours that i can't expand on. so here's a reminder that Bri's little witch faction that she's a part of is only one of likely many across the pokemon world. there are other factions out there that are far more benevolent, or far more malevolent, or with similar or completely different goals. so like... anything i portray on this blog regarding the lore is always just one perspective along with bri being an unreliable narrator. by all means, have fun with that! these thoughts brought to you by the following half-baked work thoughts: - 'bridgette's kidnapping is self-viewed through a benign lens or as a justified punishment, though to literally everyone else that is not the case.' - 'she never kidnaps kids unless they are asking her personally to be taken. unless they're being little shits and she needs to Retaliate.' - 'any other witch out there that's from a more malevolent faction could very well decide to yeet them into death tho. hell, a particularily uncaring witch family could have no issue using their own biological kids as convenient personal experiments. it really depends on the exact faction/family beliefs.' - 'bri's little family/coven follows 'necessary evils for a greater good' while also having 'no experiments on other living beings without first testing them on yourself'.... but others are really all over the place.' - 'have i taken too much inspiration from how fate handles it's magic system and mage families/society.? tho on the other hand, i could take MORE. hmmm....'

#⧉ ooc #local sats ponders lore and worldbuilding and is Angy that she cannot actually focus on writing right now #like ya'll are literally allowed to break my lore over your knee and hand it back to me. and i will thank you for it.

[corvidmagicae]

'I'm Just Trying to Handle an Elite Witch Organization but Humans are A Nuisance: The Busy Bird Chronicles of a Tired Witch'

　 　 "I'm not even managing the damn thing, they just keep giving me the janitorial work because they think it's MY mess."

It's accurate.

#Anonymous

[corvidmagicae]

Not-so-gently tries to kick my muses into activity. Bridgette is my muse with the most drafts that are just sitting awol. entirely my fault, but my ability to sit down and sort through/focus on them is abysmal due to work obligations. so it is probably in my best interest to clean house with the big threads and instead do little things that build up over time. at least until i can give my full attention to multiple large threads at once. so if you can, especially if you have a thread with me currently, pull my ear and let me know what you'd like to do. i don't personally want to drop threads, i hate doing that, but i'm not sure what else i can do. tl;dr: sats (once again, surprise surprise) bit off more than she can chew, needs help and is asking for advice.

#⧉ ooc #i worked a 12 hour shift today because there was no-one else to cover so i'm a bit. exhausted. #lailah has succesfully kicked herself into activity #but i'm not sure what bridgette's problem currently is #i think what i need is an actual plotline to follow and focus on #but that is easier said than done

[corvidmagicae]

Has Bri ever come across an Unown before?

　 　 “Living letters of a dead alphabet, right? Tend to congregate around old ruins? Heard of them but never dealt with them before. My work doesn't typically take me to the places they're installed.”

They aren't native to Kalos, surprisingly!

#Anonymous

[corvidmagicae]

So does this mean Bri has a Mew card now?

Not unless someone wants to give her one. That was purely me just saying 'hi' and showing i'm alive by (hopefully) sharing my tcg luck. More importantly on the topic, Bri is not me - she is her own character, and actually giving her things i've received in irl (or intentionally imposing aspects of my own personality/situations onto her) would blur the 'muse =/= mun' divide, which i am infact deeply uncomfortable doing. if Bri somehow has a mew card, it would ideally be because someone (preferably another character) gave it to her. Even if one of her birds found something like that, she'd have no personal reason to use or keep something like a trading card around unless it is in some way highly valuable in some non-monetary way, like as a bargaining chip or sentimental/desirable item.

#Anonymous #⧉ ooc #the card is just mine #needlessly ic shenanigans are jokes - what happens irl to me doesn't affect her #unless i'm suffering weather shenanigans and deciding to make her life hell by making her go through them too #but only if it would make sense for her to have access to that scenario

[corvidmagicae]

well, my luck was off the charts today.

#⧉ ooc #i interupt my hiatus to bring you stupid tcg luck #from one of those tiny little two-pack booster tins no less #may all your tcg card hunts be as fortunate as whatever this one was

[corvidmagicae]

Today in 'Work Hijinks With Sats', we somehow had a trucker hit an open security gate. No, not the gate arm. The gate itself. The box that swings the arm. So if anyone was wondering how my days have been going since i'm usually lurking and not active.... that right about sums it up.

#⧉ ooc #i work security at a post that specifically deals with wrangling truckers #and every day i wonder how some of these people get their commercial trucking licenses #the gate is now leaning at a 45 degree angle and maintenance is joking about finishing the job rather than fixing it

[corvidmagicae]

The storm has blown over, the winds less with their harshness. The witch is picking her way home, carefully maneuvering around the roads that were flash flooded. An absolute mess was left in the tornado's wake, even if it didn't touch down in her area - the winds were destructive enough.

Folks are already out and about with their pokemon, though, sorting through what's been damaged and setting things straight. Most of it looks like hail damage - something that would make the witch wince upon thinking about.

Well... at least anything she cares about would likely be unscathed. Worst case scenario, some of her favorite cafe spots would have flooded basements and missing shingles.

#⧉ needlessly ic

[corvidmagicae]

The witch has basically slammed herself inside the nearest pokemon center, having narrowly missed the entrance and nearly blown straight into it's siding by the sheer force of the wind.

Not a place she wants to ever be, under any circumstance.... but a necessary evil at the moment.

She'd rather brave the eyes of local government than try to fly any further in the tornado currently plaguing the locale.

#⧉ needlessly ic #bri may basically have a flying hidden power/tetra but man she has no control over other winds #also guess who had to pull off on the side of the road and hide in her jeep! #because haha sudden tornado warning + hail storm made the roads unsafe and required immediate sheltering? #and got soaked to the bone because the jeeps' weather proofing was compromised? #i'm safe btw just haHA S C A R Y

[corvidmagicae]

#⧉ jukebox