Lingering

Currently: Dead independant rp blog for Raven of Tales of Vesperia (tracked tags: altosk & excommandant) Ask Box✓ Magic Anon✗ [Prefer paragraphs aka Literate roleplays.]

[altxsk]

Bee tee dubs, Altosk. You left your tumblr logged on at work since yesterday.

Tut tutttt.

Yes I'm logging off now.

taa <3

Lana

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@millecartes said: pls let us hold funeral for altosk also thats why i hate memes lets face it they’re fun but unless youre a constant meme whore w/ 500 + followers no1 ever gives you any n u gotta count your blessings when you receive like 1. I WILL MISS YOUR RAVENTHO

 ;here lies this asshole altosk.tumblr.com with vanji-lost.tumblr.com that other asshole. i hope that is acceptable but tho really its true because 99% of tumblr is literally just ooc, 'crack' and memes. all the good rps are just hella slow (not complaining tho cause i am equally as slow).  but yeah i think from now on i'll just be sticking to im rping or i might just find a new fandom to chill out in or a closed tumblr group or something if i do wanna take up tumblr again tho i lov u vi my raven will always live under your sink ok feed him lots of hazamas spaghetti

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   So, wow. big news bears. I'm probably going to be deleting Altosk (and all my other rp blogs) or just ditching them and leaving them to eternally rot in the pits of tumblr rp hell. But I know about.. >looks at follower count< 167 don't give a flying fuck since you all have twice as many followers that you also obviously have full time attention too with your meme posting and such. If you're actually interested in keeping touch or continuing to roleplay with me whatev' drop me an ask since I'll still skype or aim rp or really i'm totally cool with just staying in touch and doin' the ol' good friend dick touches mmmboy. so uh yeah- lots of love and peace.      raven outie

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ɪnner ｔurmoil

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         Harry moved, lowering hands from his hair at the introduction to Raven. Of course his desk was cramped with work (most of it finished, thankfully. He just didn’t like getting more—) that the archer gave a very concerning look towards before whistling and asking the question of the day. “Actually, yeah.” Harry pushed himself up, walking about, sliding through a few papers.

         The knowledge of where everything went was perhaps impressive to someone who didn’t know Harry had already done most of his work. “Did you see a knight wandering around outside’a HQ?” It was said as a side-comment, but Harry was legitimately curious. It hurt to admit he’d done something wrong, especially something as … well, crummy as this. Because he’d made a mistake … 

         Making things tense between the Empire and the Guilds was the last thing he wanted-needed-to do. Especially in this tight coil he was in at the moment. He’d snapped at the knight and said something which could make things rocky if said knight was of any importance and was meant to deliver a message from sir Ioder or something of the like.

                  "Dunno why he was here, but I kin’a…" There was a slumping of shoulders and the boy whined softly, "Ugh— let my anger out on him an’ now ‘m kin’a screwed if he had a letter from Ioder or something."

         And there it was, the pout he was ever so infamous for. The one where his eyebrows knit together and his bottom lip slightly came out like a child thinking way to hard for his own good. “I can’t let ‘im leave till I apologized, right?” His fingers ran through his hair again, “Neeeh— but apologizing to one of them dogs goes against everything I…” Believe.

         He just treated them how they treated the guilds.

         But recently the Empire had been on better terms with the Guilds. However, Harry would continue to blame this on the fact of the catastrophe of the Adephagos which was now gone. But it appeared with the current blastia situation as well… He scrubed at his head, “What do you think, Raven? ‘m an important figure so should I apologize?” Even if it went against every fiber in his being to go say one nice things to those thugs.

         He wasn’t just dealing with himself anymore. He was the leader of Altosk. He was important and —even if he wasn’t the most important with the entire Guild Union— he still held a considerable amount of weight simply with being the one calling the shots for Altosk, let alone for the rest of Dahngrest and the mission and-or job dispensing. 

                  "What should I do?"

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Well, Raven had known Harry long enough to grow accustomed to his horrible attitude much thanks to the Don. So this whole stressing over the knight thing was a bit much to take in even for the archer. For once thing, he was definitely not the best person to go to for advice. Like.. ever. Raven already had the habit of tripping over his own two feet in his own problems, let alone trying to help others though he tried to keep as much of a straight face as he could while the other talked. Honestly- Schwann's business had come and gone while he was in Dahngrest, so Harry didn't need to worry so much on that, even though he didn't exactly know that and Raven didn't want to risk saying 'oh, its okay. Don't worry about it,' because then Harry would start questioning how would he know? Did he really see the orange-clad knight?  If it had been anyone else than Schwann, since the man was already standing right there infront of Harry, Raven would have said that yes, fixing the matter was a must considering the fine line the empire and union had together but..   "It's- erm- fine, Harry, don't worry 'bout it," Raven's shoulders shrugged. He should have never picked up that uniform again in the first place. The only thing he was doing was helping Harry in the background anyway with the whole treaty- despite Schwann's previous actions, he was still put to work a lot around Zaphias. 

Oh--! The man had an idea, crossing his arms behind his head and shooting Harry a smile, "Err.. I gotta go t' Zaphias anyway t' meet with the princess so how bout'cha tell me what the guy looked like and I'll go send 'em your apologies myself?"

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ɪnner ｔurmoil

         It wasn’t on purpose. It never was. Words spoken quickly in anger, in irritation. Seeing the uniform flared a disgust within his chest he hadn’t felt in years, but now … Without his grandfather’s hand or even Raven’s scoffing tone or stare, Harry couldn’t keep it back. He’d spoken words without meaning. Hateful venom sliding from lips without even a second thought before he stormed off.

         It was when he was alone did Harry actually get the time to relax, arms curled up about his legs, head burried inside them. He felt bad and somewhat regretted his words. He understood the ‘alliance’ of sorts with the Empire and had been one of the people to condone it. He just … hadn’t expected such a reminder.

         Especially with this new knight randomly coming in and acting like he knew Harry. Knew what he should and shouldn’t be doing and was attempting … well, sort of attempting to keep him from trouble. Which he’d known he’d get in trouble for but—

                   ”Stupid…” He mumbled, fingers sliding through his hair, arm crooked in a way just the bare edges of his fingers slid through bangs, wrist propped up in the air.

         He should probably apologize… to the knight… but something in his stomach twisted and clenched horribly. Something about those eyes … He couldn’t get himself up. Only when a soft knock was heard upon the door did the blond tilt his head up. “Come in.”

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He was at a loss of what to think or feel-- his life as Captain Schwann was emptier than a glass, yet he still continued. Why did he bother? Had life really been so worthwhile he let himself continue this agonizing train of absolutely nothing? Seems like it. But when the silvered cloves came off and that outrageous purple jacket came on, he felt more alive like he actually had wings that weren't clipped. 

Returning to Dahngrest was like a fresh of breath air. Living in Zaphias was like being choked- he didn't have the luxury of the lower quarter which was the only worth while place to be half the time. Stuck up nobles were just not his style. So Dahngrest just had that air to it that was comforting. As he was walking to HQ, he felt himself get heavier.      'I hate you!' Why did those words suddenly return to the surface? It wasn't directed at me, he had to remember. Just.. walk to headquarters, see Harry for a job and leave. Simple as that. Sighing and lowering his head, he made his way to the young Don's office and knocked lightly. Putting on his biggest grin as he got the allowance to come in, he pushed the door open and..   "Hey'a Harry~" He hummed, lifting one arm in greeting as he walked over to the front of the desk and glancing at it's.. horribly big piles of paperwork, giving a bit of a whistle, "Got anythin' for this old man ta do?"

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The Manor

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"Really? Seemed to me you were always in the thick of it." Yuri flashed a quick grin again. But man, the old man could overact with the best. When Raven announced that he was going to leave the fighting to Yuri for the time being, Yuri just shrugged. "Your loss, old man."

The vigilante hovered at the top of the stairs patiently, waiting for the first of the assailants to appear. The lights grew closer, and he heard some comment about hunting. Of all the stupidity, to let the opponent know you were coming up a staircase… If there was one thing that was a surefire way to take away your advantage with numbers, it was a narrow space.

There, the first person came around the corner. The man’s eyes fell upon Yuri, showing no sign of surprise. He lifted his hand and Yuri quickly closed his eyes, predicting what was about to happen just in time. A light flashed, showing orange in front of his closed eyelids—if he’d been half a second slower, the move would have blinded him.

As it was, he took a couple steps downward, eyes remaining closed for a few moments. When they flashed open, he struck out with the hilt of his sword, striking the man neatly and rounding the staircase. Without pausing for another second, he yelled "FINAL GALE!" and slashed his sword once with one hand, flipped it to the other, and slashed again. The resulting x of air shot down the stairs, sending everyone in its path tumbling away.

He followed the chaos to the bottom where a larger number of people than he had guessed were waiting. Seemed like remnants of the Blood Alliance had come crawling out of nowhere. An ironic grin twisted his lips upward. I don’t mind walking in to traps all that much, but man. This is some welcoming committee. Maybe it was a good thing that the old man had shown up, after all, though Yuri wasn’t about to call for his help.

"Who’s first?"

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Raven kept decently close towards his fellow companion because despite 'leaving it all to Yuri', he'd have his back in seconds if the wolf was in need  but while Yuri was taking care of the advancing enemies Raven was doing a bit more scanning around the area. Crappy trap, don'cha think? He thought to himself. Where's the big boss in this all? Downstairs, perhaps? Well.. they'd have to get past the little fish to get him.      'Final gale!' The birds head turned in interest as all the opposing men went tumbling down the stairs- watching as if it was the most entertaining thing in the entire world, "10 points!" Raven threw his arms up, calling to Yuri. Dropping his arms soon after and following down the steps, Raven gave a bit of a whistle to the group.   "Wooow~ Two against.. mm.. lesse.. one, two, three.. seven, eight... geez! Ya all move t'much ta count. Hold still, will ya?"

Obviously Raven couldn't let Yuri have all the fun to himself- a little exercise could do the man good. "Don'beat 'em all up too bad, eh, Yuri? I do want a little information outta one of 'em. Or maybe they can tell us where th' big bad boss is?" He idly scratched his cheek, talking like the two of them had the advantage here or something. Which.. they probably did. 

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@altosk

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Phantom casually flicked the sack of coins lightly at the bill and pushed it forward on the table, hoping that someone would eventually take the hint and grab it. But, that was the last of his worries for the moment. Finally, he had the chance to have someone help address the reason he was actually here. To receive help.

"I’m looking for a group." The blonde declared to the archer. Would this get anywhere? Certainly, if this man was as talkative as he seemed, then yes it would. But if he was just another random flirt who cared nothing about the women he could get attention from, then that was a whole other case. "How well do you know the guilds of the area? Well… Now that I think of it, I’m sure the name itself would be enough. Can you get me in contact with a group? A guild, more specifically. I have a job I need taken care of, and it’s not exactly a one man project."

Phantom stood from his seat slowly, attempting to call no attention to himself as he attempted to exit the place, signaling for Raven to follow after him. “So how about it then? Can you get me in contact with the guild ‘Brave Vesperia’?”

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Raven listened, keeping his expression straight and unreadable as he spoke of the guilds and a certain group he was looking for. It took a lot not to snicker in amusement, "I know them very well, I hope." He replied, long fingering cupping his chin and running along the stubble on his cheek as if in thought. As Phantom moved to get up, Raven moved to follow along, placing down his own payment for his drinks and giving a wave and a wink to the ladies he was leaving. The bird stayed beside the other as they we're leaving, "Brave Vesperia, huh?" He tapped his finger on his chin, considering, "Th' famous newbie guild? What business would you have with them?" He decided to dig a bit further instead of openly admitting that Phantom was talking to a member of said guild. 

Though they've done a pretty good job of getting a name for themselves if someone not even from around here- this world, as far as Raven knew- has heard about them. 

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The teenager slapped at the other's armored wrist, getting it away from him. The curl of his lip obvious, the hatred burning within eyes one that most never saw ... unless-- "I hate you!" It was a spit of words before the other turned and walked off, leaving the one in knight's armor there. "Don't even try ta come back here 'less you want my fist through yer gut."

Harry always had to be so stubborn and he wanted to yell at the kid- but in this outfit, as this person, he couldn’t. But he also couldn’t let him just run wild being an idiot so the old knight grabbed the boys wrist only to have it smacked away. Schwann giving an annoyed huff and looked to Harry’s eyes only to be frozen in the spot from the look in the boys eyes. He’d never seen that look before.   ”I hate you!” The words stabbed straight through Schwann— no, through the other persona standing in his shoes and he just stood there in shock. He— no.. you were Schwann, right now. Harry didn’t know.. Harry didn’t know… His eyes fell downward. Even if Harry didn’t know the truth…..that’s what made it hurt so much. 

It’s not you he hates, Raven thought, it’s the person you’re pretending to be.. But no.. Raven was who he was pretending to be, wasn’t it? Raven was a pretend person. Schwann was the real person. Isn’t that.. how it goes?He doesn’t even remember anymore. Who’s real, who’s not.. all he knows is..          “I’m sorry, Harry..”

[canarybrigade]

"I suppose neither of us is one to talk, disappearing off the grid like that." She supposed the question of how could go unasked for now; those were memories she was certain neither of them wanted to revisit at a time like this.

She was about to refuse the offer of food—more out of habit than a lack of hunger—when an embarrassingly loud grumble came from her stomach.

"Well, I suppose dinner would be nice. I know a place that serves the most incredible stew.” Yes, something warm and hearty would hit the spot.

She didn’t bother to stop and discard her armor or bow; might as well stay vigil if she was going out, she figured as she led the way. The restaurant that she chose was a modest one—the building seemed to sag a little under its own weight, but a warm light glowed from within.

"Don’t let the appearance fool you," she said with a grin. "I used to come here back in the day." A pause as she mentally chastised herself for the phrase—she sounded like an ancient hag when she talked that way. "When I needed to get away from work."

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Raven laughed softly- well, she did have a point there but that was okay. Past was past right now and he didn't care. He was just far, far too happy with Casey here to care. Placing a hand over his mouth and snickering into it more with the loud sound coming from her stomach. Looks like someone was hungry.   "Good, I'd hate to be denied a date with such a pretty girl after we just got back together~" He teased, happily following the knight as she spoke of a place she knew that was good.  The archer looked the place up and down- damn.. he was surprised it was even still standing yet it held such an inviting atmosphere to it. He was used to run down, shaggy looking places in Dahngrest but with the attitude of the city none of which looked so cozy. His eyes fell to Casey and he snickered,

   "Don' worry about apperances, darl-er-Case'. I've spent too many years now in Dahngrest ta worry about that."  Raven snickered even more at the very much old-lady comment, "Yer gonna start making me feel old talkin' like that, ya'no." He felt like he was indirectly being called an old man by her. Not that he wasn't used to that, either. As he entered the building with her it was almost like he was hit with a very loving sense of home. The place was filled with lower quarter inhabitants which just added to that homey feeling- if you ever had to describe what a family was to someone, Zaphias' lower quarters was the best way to describe that unlike compared to the stomach turning community of the upper class men of the city.  "I can see why ya'd come to this place often-- it fits ya."

[fangofchimeriad]

Иїℊн⊥ℓїḟℯ || Altosk

[fangofchimeriad]

Presa was half expecting some lewd comment, not a question of concern or an offer to talk. It was refreshing, having someone even a stranger to chat with would help put her mind at ease. Staring into her drink glass, her lips curved up into a slight smile. “I was just reminiscing about the past.” 

Her past something she kept sealed tight; under lock and key, much like a dairy that kept her secrets and weaknesses safe for prying eyes. There was only one person other than herself who could tell you what was written on the pages that were sealed away. And it had cost her everything, she held dear. Not an experience that she longed to repeat. 

When was the last time that she indulged herself in a friendly conversation with a complete stranger, when it wasn’t to pry information out of them. Oh, that was when. Exhaling another sigh, Presa rubbed her temple she had not consumed enough alcohol for this, lingering thoughts of this nature were the last thing she wanted. 

Perhaps this was just the sort of thing the woman needed, drinking the night away chatting with a stranger. It had been years since she had enjoyed herself, sometimes the woman wondered if she still knew how to have a good time.

"A comrade of mine and I would frequent this place often." Presa said her tone melancholic.

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Raven knew a bit better than to throw around his lewd comments to someone who looked like they just had the shittiest year of their life and Raven definitely knew the face of someone who'd mourned loss of loved ones, her comment just hit close to home. He offered her a knowing smile. He could remember the times he'd drink with comrades as well- those who no longer walked this earth. His eyes fell to his own drink, swaying lightly in his hand and watching the liquid crash against its glass confinement, "Honestly, I was doing the same thing," He gave a soft laugh. Reminiscing, that is. It was usually the only reason he was sitting alone in a tavern.   "Is that so?" It was a nice and quiet tavern. The ones in Dahngrest were much louder and rowdy with guild members but that's usually where he went with the Don and Altosk. Even though one of the taverns held a special room for Altosk in particular, you could still hear the other patrons. 

But, Raven had had enough time mourning over the past- he wasn't even sure why he continued to do so. It would never bring anyone back yet sometimes he finds himself doing it unintentionally. But if it meant meeting such beautiful woman like the beauty beside him, well..    he should do it more often.   "Was it a recent loss?" He dared to ask- dark green eyes falling back to her form. It was rather a blunt question but sometimes that was the best way to get things off your lovely chest.

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ユリレイとか | 藍田ほも [pixiv]

[ainokaishins]

The many expressions of Raven ♛(part 1/?)

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Tales of Academia: Part 11 By: ufotable

Translator/Raw Provider: EirlysTylluan Typesetter/Cleaner/Redrawer: DimensionSlip

Link to earlier parts: here

DO NOT REHOST OR REUPLOAD THESE SCANS.

Dissing Jade behind his back is the equivalent of summoning a level 100 boss that casts Indignation on you when you’re just a level 1 adventurer fresh out of his hometown. ╰(◎∆◎”)╯ー   “∂(OuO-)∂”„..  (_xmx)_

[misty-reeyus]

{a story of lonely people who found family in each other}

[piikeisandaa]

Finished ToV at a friend’s place.  I can now definitely understand why Yuri’s a fan favorite.

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…Might be all the alcohol, but… sometimes I wonder if it’s really worth it.  My life.  If I should be dead for what I’ve done in my life.  My past life.  This life.  …What I’ve done to you kids. !!! Listen here, old man.  You’re welcome to believe what you want, but as I’ve said, your life belongs to Brave Vesperia. However, understand that even with all you’ve done, we still care.  I sure as hell don’t understand why you don’t notice, but we still care about you.  So live.  If not for you, then for us. I… YOU DO CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE!!! Damn it!  Let go, old man!

[sunieepo]

TOV.3 | ID: 6382717

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The Manor

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"Good place for a stroll," Yuri retorted. "All the memories, here in the dark…must make for a pleasant night out." So they’d both come here, chasing the same lead. He wondered if that was intentional, or if it was just chance (or skill) that Raven had heard about the rumor-trap as well. "If there’s nothing you don’t know, how’d you end up at a fake meeting?" Yuri asked, smirking slightly.

Voices drifted up the stairs to them—their owners sounded relaxed, unconcerned. Clearly, they thought that all they were doing was hunting down one lone intruder who had no way of escaping. But Yuri had no intention to escape. “What, leave now? Just when the party’s about to get started?” His grin became wolfish. “And here I was, thinking you’d come here because you liked fun, Old Man.”

If these people were intending to catch him off-guard, they were going about it in all the wrong ways. Idiots were either supremely confident in their numbers and ability to take care of whatever was in the manor, or they had no idea what they were in for. He drew his blade again, not long after he’d resheathed it. “You got here just in time, after all.”

The vigilante slipped around Raven, moving toward the stairs swiftly and silently. Looking around the corner, he could see the slight glow of light, bobbing as those holding the sources milled around in preparation to advance. “And they’re announcing themselves just for us,” he continued, shooting a quick look and grin over his shoulder. “You really want to leave before thanking them?”

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Well, touche Yuri. Raven never did figure out of it was fake or real and that's why he was planning to sneak in and then back out but he was unfortunately caught by the offending wolf. The bird snickered softly and shook his head left to right, "M' too old fer yer type of fun, kiddo," Raven sighed over-dramatically, letting his shoulders droop and his head fall forward.  He always seemed to get pulled in the craziest stunts with Yuri around- it never failed to amuse him just the slightest. Yuri was the magnet for bad luck or maybe he just openly invited these things into his life, either way Raven always found himself just as equally drawn to it as most others. 'Just in time' was certainly the best way to put it right now. Raven's body turned on heel and his eyes on the vigilante's back before looking towards the stair cases. Should he join or just watch Yuri give their advancing surprise party their own little surprise. 

  "I'll let'cha do the thankin', kiddo. I'll jus' sit back and enjoy the show," With their enemies lack of coordination or thought, Raven highly doubted he needed to back up the fight-craving wolf at all.