Lost Between Worlds

“The roses have long wilted at the doorstep...” [ Activity sporadic; Mod has personal problems and occupied with life. Reading the rules is imperative. ]

[anorchestraforone]

“ I have nothing but my sorrow and I want nothing more. It has been, it still is, faithful to me. ”

An Orchestra For One.

A Die of Death ask blog based on the mastery skin Orchestraful. I have no affiliation to the official Die of Death team.

♠️ || RULES OF THE BLOG

Be Respectful — Not only to me, but also to people who are visiting the blog just as you are. Additionally, don't try to be so personal with me.

Be Appropriate — THIS IS A RELATIVELY SAFE FOR WORK SPACE. NO EXPLICIT ASKS. If you truly wish to send me something suggestive, ONLY AS JOKES, tag your asks with a content warning at the start. I will not answer an ask without a warning.

Other Ask/Roleplay Accounts May Interact.

Shipping Is Fine, With Conditions — Any sort of ship that might formulate is NON–CANON, but I will not stop you from interacting with my muse romantically. Caution will be exercised because I would not know the ages of askers if they are anonymous.

Have Fun — Don't take this too seriously. Die of Death is inherently satire, and I do not wish to distance this blog from its comical nature.

♠️ || BLOG CONTINUITY

Artful has returned connection with other civilians without meaning to. He is forced to navigate an environment of a society he deems he has wronged in the past, all the while a certain someone will come to learn that he is in her territory.

His companions are still back home waiting for him...

Orchestra For One is canon divergent, not only in character direction, but also in changes to certain bits of Artful's backstory pre-massacre.

♠️ || TAGS TABLE

#An Orchestra For One — General Tag.

#Onstage Stories — Non-ask posts.

#OOC post — OOC. Non-canon.

#OOC but it's for the bit — Out of character, but canon.

#A Play In Solitude — RP threads/In-character Reblogs.

“ Ma douleur, tu es mieux qu’une bien aimée : car je sais que le jour où j’agoniserai, tu sera là, couchée dans mes draps, ô douleur, pour essayer de m’entrer encore dans le cœur. ”

♠️ || ABOUT THE ADMIN

Call me Spade(s). Yes the s is optional.

Any pronouns, masculine nouns when in referral to me as the admin for Orchestra For One. I will not directly link my main Tumblr account, however it's not hard to figure out who I am.

I am 18 years old. Though, that shouldn't be an excuse to send me something inappropriate and against my guidelines both in and out of character.

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⚠️ || Eyestrain, Non-graphic Violence.

The sound of skin hitting skin, bone slowly grating its way out of flesh, echoed through the empty room; each act of violence was gradually soaked in the sound of blood.

There was nothing more to be said, nor could any of these unfortunate souls say anything about the affair.

One held to nothing and the illusion of grief.

The other kept holding onto feeling everything.

Both thought this act justified. No additional grievances to name.

...Yet why do they still feel discontent?

For a moment, the violence stopped. Jean and Bernadette looked each other in the eyes; their similarities were uncanny, it's hard to imagine they were different people in their own bodies.

Bernadette grit her teeth and began again.

Jean let it be, but his body didn't relent in keeping its person alive.

The hurt only continued.

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The medical bay was quiet. Lights hummed their luminescence.

Jean didn't know what to do. Why was he staying here again? To heal? But he already felt fine, what was the point?

Should he return home? Even if he did, everything would feel the same. Everything had been the same. Since when has anything changed?

Jean stood up. He felt the urge to move— if nothing else could be felt, then at least he could humor this one, right?

The lights seemed too dim, but they seemed bright when he looked up at them. He had nothing better to do. He had nothing worse to do.

The door opened.

When was the last time he saw red like that? Sixteen years ago? or was it thirteen? Either way it wasn't a pretty red, but he didn't feel like looking away.

His heart beat and chest tightened— in his mind there was nothing to be afraid of. His legs felt like running but they remained glued to where they were.

The red grew closer.

Jean hit the ground without much resistance.

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A miss, a miss, and another miss— Though they took their time harassing every black-haired man in the bunker, Bernadette already knew those men weren't him. Some contradicting part of her mind still pushed on with the needless hunt anyway; showing, 'you're being irrational, Bernadette. He's not here and you're making yourself look more insane by the day. Maybe it's a mistake that uncle took you in—'

Shut up, shut up, shut UP, SHUT UP. SHUT. UP.

He's here. She knew he was. The little runt in her grip said so. Where the fuck could he be?!

"Bernadette!" a familiar voice called out to her. She didn't know who it was, but it sounded like they were trying to stop her. Without much thought, She threw Minus at the civilian trying to intervene, then bolted off like a mad dog. The sound of hurt bodies escaped her.

He's here. Where. Where. Where. WHERE—

Every step thundered her rage.

Bystanders were too afraid to intervene, while others ran off in a rush when the realised what was happening too late.

Where else could someone stay?

...

The medical bay.

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(Fun fact: Mason/Trickshot tends to give everyone nicknames similar to Mari and I thought it'd be cute if he give Artful a nickname)

"So Jean, since you'll be stayin' in the bunker with us. Why don't I give ya a nickname to keep things easy for me?"

*Said Mason, sitting beside the "new civilian". He had a habit of calling the test of the civilians here with nicknames just so he could keep it simple.

"Let's see... How about I call you.... Sir Mystery? I mean, ya kinda appear out of nowhere and yer kinda mysterious in my opinion"

He joked, unaware that his long deceased sister also gave him a similar name, only way different.

A little ironic, isn't it?

Jean, for the first time he has been staying here, chuckled. There was a certain endearing absurdity to how Mason and Mari would think of essentially the same idea of address for him, manifesting into a humorous concept.

Of course, why wouldn't he say anything but; "Alright. You could call me that." with a slight amusement in his otherwise monotonous tone.

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♠️ Closing asks for now. Planning something.

♠️ After I answer this one other ask, it'll probably be posted a few hours later.

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Another letter appears nearby wherever Jean was sleeping lately. The wax seal is familiar. ~~~

Dearest ‘John’,

It is astonishing how many murderers and madmen do not resemble murderers and madmen, don’t you think? 

The truth is a sleepless pursuer - I wonder how long you will last.

Yours faithfully,

A Spectator

Jean huffed as he read the letter. Knowing that the medical bay was devoid of people except himself, he vaporized every piece of its existence into thin air after reading.

He muttered under his breath, "not very long..."

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"THERE YOU FREAKIN' ARE— ... uh..." Minus trailed off seeing a pink haired feminine person instead of the Conductor.

They pointed at the stranger "Yo... Who's you?" Minus' ahoge morphed into what was meant to be a question mark.

In the bunker's garden was tranquility. The air was only filled by the soft whirr of vents and the silent beating of plant life.

Until Minus barged in...

Kara jumped from where they were standing, dropping the cut-off leaves and scissors they were holding. Their head snapped to look at Minus with wide-shot eyes and shrunken mouth.

"Ah—" they stumbled over words as they stood straight. "I–I'm Kara... You, uhm– you look like you're new here..?“

"Wait, wait–" Kara shook their head, "sorry that sounded rude," and fixed their expression to be calmer. "W–What's your name?"

[starrycheze]

"I'm the conductors child, Minus!! Well... Self-proclaimed child– But ya get the point!!" Minus shook their hand dismissively, their ahoge returning back to normal. "Y'know the conductor, right? Pretty like a woman, but isn't a woman?"

They made a show of looking around their new environment, "Cause I dunno 'bout you, but I legit cannot imagine that dude being here out of his own free will! Don't - don't tell him that, though. I will know if you do and might have to delete you!" Minus put their hands on their hips, blissfully unaware of how threatening those words were.

"Oh yeah, my question! Where's Mon Papa at?"

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Kara blinked. 'The Conductor?' 'Pretty like a woman, but isn't a woman?' They genuinely weren't sure what the person was talking about, as there were a couple of men that fit that descriptor in Kara's eyes.

Either way, this situation wasn't any less nerve-wracking than it is confusing.

They dry gulped the irrational nerves before speaking, "w-well. I really don't know who you're talking about... We don't know someone who calls himself 'The Conductor' in this bunker."

"A-Any more details..?"

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Minus clicked their tongue like they were scolding a child (even though technically speaking, THEY were the child). "He's like, THIS tall! Black, totally braidable hair, looks hella depressed or something..." Minus continued describing him, making grandiose gestures to further prove their point.

"You cannot tell me he's not here! The teleportation command literally sent me here! So he's gotta be around here!" They insisted, stomping their foot impatiently. "I want my dad!!" They complained, their ahoge got spiky. "I WANT HIM NOW!!!"

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Kara took one step back out of fear, nearly tripping over themselves on the divider of soil and concrete. The stranger's insistence and increasing aggression did nothing to help their heart and mind.

The descriptors whittled down the people it could be, sure, but the other's behaviour gave the nurse pause on if they should even further disclose what they knew.

"I—" they choked out, feeling the dryness of their mouth as they involuntarily gulped shut. 'don't know...' died on their tongue.

But before Minus could possibly escalate, Kara appeared even more frightened.

There was a hand's weight on Minus' shoulder.

"Who the hell are you?"

The tall, auburn-haired woman imposed, bloodlust seemed to radiate from her naturally. Her grip on the smaller entity's shoulder grew firm, but not physically threatening... yet.

Kara stuttered, "B–Bernadette—! Please don't do anything brash to that visitor!" stepping a few small paces forward in worry.

Bernadette kept her eyes trained on Minus, but talked to the nurse; "it didn't hurt you, did it?"

"N-No! They were just asking me something!"

"Auntie..." the bigger woman let go of her grasp. She grunted, "you better not be lying to me for another rat's sake." Bloodlust vanished from her visage.

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"Wha— It?? Rat??? What the hell?" Minus wiped their shoulder where Bernadette's hand had been seconds ago, stepping away from her.

"Don't just call me that?? What's wrong with you??" In their desperation of wanting to find their 'dad', they did not pay attention to how potentially offending their words could be.

"Seriously, I just want to find ONE person! ONE. PERSON!! Why are you lying to me? I know you know where he is!!" They continued their tantrum, tugging their side-bangs in stress. "I want my dad!! I won't go until I see him! Where is he!! WHERE IS HE!!!" Their voice slightly cracked from when they held themself back from crying.

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The thing was getting on Bernadette's nerves, and it didn't help that she could smell it's clothes— she knew where those clothes came from. Her bloodlust rose again, but restrained herself from reaching out.

"Whoever you're fuckin' talking about, clearly this guy isn't here if pink hair there hasn't peeped about it yet—"

Wait.

The smell of magic on their clothes, the use of 'he'...

And how this rat was chirping on about 'him' being here...

Something clicked in her head. She couldn't contain it.

Bernadette put Minus' arm in a vice grip and dragged them out of the garden without the care of harm. Leaving the caretaker in sudden panicked worry.

"Bernadette!"

The malice radiated off of her in waves; THIS THING KNOWS SOMETHING. THIS THING KNOWS SOMETHING. THIS THING KNOWS SOMETHING. THIS THING KNOWS SOMETHING. HE'S HERE. HE'S HERE. HE'S HERE. HE'S HERE—

Bernadette snapped her head towards Minus as she continued to drag the poor visitor to the residential part of the bunker. Her pupils were blown out like a fixated animal. She chuckled; "Now, you're going to tell me which guy is your 'papa'. Okay? You're gonna cooperate and I won't send you ragged on the streets. Okay?"

God, was it really that easy? He's here, in her territory, so carelessly and blissfully unaware. Even one of his "children" came crying for daddy. Thank god. Thank god they did. She could finally kill that bastard—

Unbeknownst to Bernadette, a certain caretaker was coming after. Her fixation blinded her to the person's presence.

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I know you said Bernadette is also inspired by Ishmael but she seriously gives me more of a Ryoshu vibe to me

♠️ Is it because of the bloodlust and red?

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[Just then.. the screen appears. And it's the girl. She looks different than the one seen in the mansion just weeks ago. But she seems.. angry, and.. panicked. She seems to glitch out in a hurry since her Internet has been slow recently. Her outfit /armor(?) has been battered and sometimes glitchy ]

“Where’s Minus? Has anyone seen Minus??”

[She asked— No, DEMANDED. Dread and frustration appearing all over her features.]

Blanche perked up from the couch, "the strange yapper? They simply vanished from thin air after proclaiming that they were going to go find The Conductor."

Chocolat, who sat beside her, added, "though it's been a little bit... Something tells me we should be worrying..."

The rabbit scoffed, "you worry too much, Choco."

Which the cat retorted, "and you're too lax, Blanche."

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I know Bernadette/N1's older sister isn't introduced yet but why did you pick SAIKAI as one of her inspirations?

♠️ Answering this after she just got introduced LOL.

♠️ I picked Saikai due to a lot of the lyrics and the song's general message being a reflection of her feelings towards Émile and how she raised him.

♠️ After all, someone had to be his parent if both of theirs weren't good enough.

♠️ This section hits particularly hard;

What do I know about love?

How can I recreate what I've never had?

All I know is that I must keep you thriving

If nutrients are what you lack, I will water you with every drop of blood I have.

But now I know that sacrifice is the easy path

My absence cannot ever change the fact I wanted the very best for you, believe me.

♠️ Do what you will with that information.

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"THERE YOU FREAKIN' ARE— ... uh..." Minus trailed off seeing a pink haired feminine person instead of the Conductor.

They pointed at the stranger "Yo... Who's you?" Minus' ahoge morphed into what was meant to be a question mark.

In the bunker's garden was tranquility. The air was only filled by the soft whirr of vents and the silent beating of plant life.

Until Minus barged in...

Kara jumped from where they were standing, dropping the cut-off leaves and scissors they were holding. Their head snapped to look at Minus with wide-shot eyes and shrunken mouth.

"Ah—" they stumbled over words as they stood straight. "I–I'm Kara... You, uhm– you look like you're new here..?“

"Wait, wait–" Kara shook their head, "sorry that sounded rude," and fixed their expression to be calmer. "W–What's your name?"

[starrycheze]

"I'm the conductors child, Minus!! Well... Self-proclaimed child– But ya get the point!!" Minus shook their hand dismissively, their ahoge returning back to normal. "Y'know the conductor, right? Pretty like a woman, but isn't a woman?"

They made a show of looking around their new environment, "Cause I dunno 'bout you, but I legit cannot imagine that dude being here out of his own free will! Don't - don't tell him that, though. I will know if you do and might have to delete you!" Minus put their hands on their hips, blissfully unaware of how threatening those words were.

"Oh yeah, my question! Where's Mon Papa at?"

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Kara blinked. 'The Conductor?' 'Pretty like a woman, but isn't a woman?' They genuinely weren't sure what the person was talking about, as there were a couple of men that fit that descriptor in Kara's eyes.

Either way, this situation wasn't any less nerve-wracking than it is confusing.

They dry gulped the irrational nerves before speaking, "w-well. I really don't know who you're talking about... We don't know someone who calls himself 'The Conductor' in this bunker."

"A-Any more details..?"

[starrycheze]

Minus clicked their tongue like they were scolding a child (even though technically speaking, THEY were the child). "He's like, THIS tall! Black, totally braidable hair, looks hella depressed or something..." Minus continued describing him, making grandiose gestures to further prove their point.

"You cannot tell me he's not here! The teleportation command literally sent me here! So he's gotta be around here!" They insisted, stomping their foot impatiently. "I want my dad!!" They complained, their ahoge got spiky. "I WANT HIM NOW!!!"

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Kara took one step back out of fear, nearly tripping over themselves on the divider of soil and concrete. The stranger's insistence and increasing aggression did nothing to help their heart and mind.

The descriptors whittled down the people it could be, sure, but the other's behaviour gave the nurse pause on if they should even further disclose what they knew.

"I—" they choked out, feeling the dryness of their mouth as they involuntarily gulped shut. 'don't know...' died on their tongue.

But before Minus could possibly escalate, Kara appeared even more frightened.

There was a hand's weight on Minus' shoulder.

"Who the hell are you?"

The tall, auburn-haired woman imposed, bloodlust seemed to radiate from her naturally. Her grip on the smaller entity's shoulder grew firm, but not physically threatening... yet.

Kara stuttered, "B–Bernadette—! Please don't do anything brash to that visitor!" stepping a few small paces forward in worry.

Bernadette kept her eyes trained on Minus, but talked to the nurse; "it didn't hurt you, did it?"

"N-No! They were just asking me something!"

"Auntie..." the bigger woman let go of her grasp. She grunted, "you better not be lying to me for another rat's sake." Bloodlust vanished from her visage.

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♠️ The people are gonna feel this one.

♠️ Wait for it.

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The civilian would go on to walk away.

Jean stood there astounded. "???????????? Why tell me that and leave??? Hello???"

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Hey Harken, since the conductor won't be here for a while, as he's somewhere else Currently...

What's your opinion on the other killers?

« Killers..? » Harken thought for a moment. Though the term had that starting unfamiliarity, some part of her understood what the puppet meant to ask.

« Hm... »

« That one who stalks... He's weird and mysterious, and very messy... but smart.. I see him sometimes in the woods. »

« The two others I know... I only saw once, maybe a few more... Not recently. But they were annoying... loud. I don't like them. »

« I only know Artful most... he's okay... We aren't friends. »

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Heya Jean! How are you adjusting to your new environment :) ?

"It's relatively quiet. The civilians seem to mind their own around here, but it also feels... empty. Even if I've been staying in the medical bay for the most part. They don't suddenly move people into rooms without their bunker's leader apparently.

And I've been told by Miss Kara that a sizable party of civilians have set out on an expedition with said leader in tow. So perhaps that's why."

"...I don't know what else to feel."

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There's a strange pager-like device, cracked and missing a battery. It still turns on to reveal a message has been sent. "HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY if ur reading this that means it WORKED and im talkin 2 sum1!! my name is ███████, but a buncha ppl just call me 'the doll' for sum reason LMAO feel free 2 use the microphone feature or the keyboard n ill try to shoot u back!!" It's signed off with what can only be described as a kaomoji of a singular eye with a heart as the pupil. Weird.

Chocolatet found the device just lying there outside the manor... It tilted its head at the curious thing and sniffed at it after reading the message.

The cat snatched up the pager with its jaws and trotted off back into the house, inadvertently also keyboard spamming the thing. Little did Chocolatet know that the mash of keys was eventually sent when it placed it on the reception room floor...

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Chocolatet walked back in alarm when the pager whirred and shook. It jumped when the device spit out a cat treat, cautiously moving back to sniff the kibble once it realized the absence of harm.

The cat ate the kibble and put its attention back to the pager, reading the message.

It pressed on the microphone feature, "hey Doll person, I can talk! Thank you for the treat! Where are you anyway? Sounds lonely there" then pressed on the send button.

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'The doohickey is getting a little hot...' Chocolatet worried.

Yet they continued; the kitty pressed on the voice message,

"Ooh, okay! I dunno where New Robloxia is, but it sounds pretty far... My home is pretty peaceful right now. We're probably very far from Robloxia too."

"Oh and before I forget— the thingy is heating up pretty bad. What do I do?"

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Chocolatet sat there in thought. How could it prolong the lifespan of this thing?

A ding went off in the kitty's head. It trotted out of the reception room to find... someone.

After some indiscernable amount of minutes, Chocolatet returned with the fourth stagehand. "Mister Fourth, can you charge this thing and cool it down at the same time?" it pointed its paw at the pager.

The fourth stagehand huffed, "so this what you need me for? Heh. Whatever you say, kit. But don't go cry if it croaks." It initially cooled the pager before giving it a small shock of charge, then returning to perpetually cooling it to prevent an overheat.

Chocolatet tried to send a voice message again; "I hope this isn't dead yet, but can you tell me more about yourself? Or the place you're in?" and sent.