august & september quests (open)

[hometown]

WHO: Reiner Braun & YOU
WHAT: August-September quests!
WHEN: August & September
WHERE: all over
WARNINGS: n/a


(starters in comments! follow the links to top-levels)


🏙️ CITY QUESTS

• Blind Cooking
  
• Magic Carpet
  
• Pipe Express

❄️ WINTER QUESTS

• Just Around the Riverbend
  
• Snowed Out
  
• Yet We Must Fight

☀️ SUMMER QUEST

• Pirates of the Great Lake

🍂 AUTUMN QUESTS

• Leaf Me Alone
  
• Silent Streams

🍆 NSFW QUESTS

• Sex on Air (follow the link to the mingle)
  
• Shibari Lessons (closed starters; comment on reiner's plotting comment if you'd like one!)

notes

• reiner's info/permissions post
  
• please feel free to use prose or brackets
  
• if a starter doesn't quite work for your character/their cr, you're welcome to tweak it slightly or wildcard (i.e., skipping reiner introducing himself to someone he already knows)
  
• for additional plotting, please use reiner's plotting comment

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🏙️ CITY QUESTS

[hometown]

Blind Cooking

Reiner is already blindfolded when his cooking partner arrives, having been selected as the cook instead of the guide. Despite the blindfold, he turns his head toward his partner, Autumn powers allowing him to gauge their location accurately.

"Hey," he greets, his deep voice friendly. "I'm Reiner. You must be my partner."

He certainly seems confident! Tall, broad, and muscular, with short blond hair and an easy smile, he looks like he's not at all bothered by the blindfold. That may be explained by his next words:

"Don't worry if the recipe calls for me to chop things. I heal quickly."

Magic Carpet

This is admittedly outside of Reiner's wheelhouse. He has no fear of heights, confident that no simple fall could kill him. But singing? That's well beyond the scope of his military-driven life.

He wears his vertical maneuvering equipment (minus the boxes used to house spare blades), the harness strapped securely around his torso, thighs, and calves. A furrow sits between his eyebrows as he circles the carpet, visually inspecting it—as if that might help with the overall weirdness. (Spoilers: it doesn't.)

Glancing at his partner, he asks, "So, which are you better suited for? Singing or steering?"

Pipe Express

Reiner hefts himself out of the nearest warp pipe and sits on the edge, taking out his phone to check his coordinates. Then he pulls a small notebook from a pocket, beginning to transcribe the information in neat, precise writing. (To anyone who may look, the numbers are entirely legible—but when the "description" portion begins, the letters likely resemble gibberish.)

When he notices someone nearby, he looks up, pausing in his writing.

"This pipe is safe," he says. "No threats or gold coins. Where are you headed? This might be a shortcut."