AU Week: Daemonverse

[2goodarms]

Eighteen years of tight quarters led to some changes in basic biology. Everybody below the age of thirty settled as something small, compact, easy to keep close. People around Curtis’ age usually had something a little bigger: malleable enough to re-settle, just hardened enough not to venture too far from their original shape. A few people who were too old — too set in their ways, even after what the train did to them — ended up dying from the stress, unable to keep their outsize daemon from being touched so many times a day. Nobody had anything much bigger than a dog anymore.

And nobody’s daemon could ever get more than a foot or two away from them without feeling the strain of separation.

But, like Dejah’s fond of telling Curtis, he’s not on the train anymore. He remembers people whose links could extend almost the full width of a car. Joanna thinks it’s a shitty idea, but it’s just a test, he keeps reassuring her. It’s just another muscle to build up.

So, by the fire, Curtis hunches in an armchair with his eyes fixed on the honey badger next to his feet. Slowly, Joanna places one clawed foot in front of other other, inching forward against the pressure of their link.

They can do this. They’ve endured worse hurts.


[ooc: keeping it simple for AU week: daemons! Everything else about Curtis' background remains the same. Mun will be sporadic until about 10 PM ET, then around solidly until 11:30ish; post is open until I say it's not.]

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[iambetadraconis]

The unfolding scene is studiously being observed by a greyish-brown unicorn who is using his magic to scribble down notes into a journal of some kind. Research notes, no doubt.

Even after his graduation from school, some things die hard.

The unicorn in question has only been to Milliways for a few months, and he still can't quite get his head around the concept of "human".

Let alone the concept of "human with external soul".

Thus all the notes.

His reddish-and-white, bully type pet dog, on the other hand, looks keen to make friends with said external soul.

If Beta Draconis has trouble understanding "human" and "human with external soul", Betria is even more clueless, albeit in a goofy, dog-like manner.


[Oh damn I love me some daemon AUs. And yet I AU'd in a different direction.]

Pacific Rim AU

[makesthings]

Sam would like to understand daemons, they seem something like the Drift but he's not a pilot.

So he respects them and when he enters from a long day on the Shatterdome, he stops to not get in Joanna's way, "Hey, you both alright?"

[vance_prime]

Joanna's not the only visible daemon in Milliways tonight. An Afro-Asian woman and a fully-grown Bengal tiger watch the struggle from a respectful distance.

AU Dejah

[dejah_thoris]

[More info on AU Dejah here]

Dejah's been watching them struggle for a few minutes, and it's exhausting. She can't even imagine what it's like, having one's soul outside of one's body. But just as she can't stop her thoughts from returning to Curtis over and over, she can't keep her eyes away from the blunt-bodied creature straining to reach the far side of the rug.

Eventually, she can't stand it anymore and asks the bar for two mugs of tea. She takes them in hand and heads towards the two of them, pausing at the edge of the rug.

"Permission to come aboard?"

[merryeccentricities]

Joly, his own Alcmaeon fluffing himself over the mug of tea in his hands, sees the struggling pair with some concern. "Monsieur, are you well?" he asks, just as the little wren chirps at the honey badger in worried tones.



[[OOC: Hello, fellow Daemon AU!]]

[street_sparrow]

Sparrow watches them for a while, familiar with people from the daemon world.

"There a reason you're putting yourselves through that?" he asks dryly, eventually.

[garde723]

Izana doesn't mean to interrupt, and they do take care not to get within a meter of any daemon, but when you are chasing your own daemon--who is being a little too excited--well, intentions can be forgotten.

Thus, a teen-aged person in a white military-esk uniform is chasing a white bat with long ears, who is flying about rather joyfully and erratically. "Niten, this is most improper!" The human exclaims, rather tersely.

"But Izana, we've been in the cockpit for eleven hours! I need to stretch my wings."

[OOC: Another daemon AU. I'd prefer a first meeting but am okay with them having met before.]

[not_the_cavalry]

[ooc: Hey, do you mind if I throw Clint Barton and his daemon Winona at these guys tomorrow? :) I'm in study mode so prone to slows, but eeee daemon AU land. Winona is... chatty. And not well behaved. I'll do a write-up, I promise.]

[hasthehighground]

[AU write-up]

Winona leaves Clint where he is at a near-by table where he's being boring, reading a book or something, when she catches sight of what's going on. (Clint glances over, then back, assured she can handle herself.)

She takes two flaps to get there, then lands a good distance off. You don't fuck with badgers.

"What's wrong?" she asks, bobbling forward a few awkward steps, head tilting as she watches Joanna out of her right eye.