HERALD OF THE NEW AGE

AEVUM ISLES affiliated VIKTOR from ARCANE roleplay blog. {21+ mun}

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❝ Two sides of the same coin, intractably bound. . . ❞

⚙︎・•● Aevum Isles roleplay/ask blog for VIKTOR, THE MACHINE HERALD from the series ARCANE. 18+ mun, penned by MOLLY ● •・⚙︎ APPLICATION || STATS || THREAD TRACKER || EMBLEMS

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I'm on fire, but I'm trying not to show it ||@angelictragedy ||

His wandering had led him to Downtown Arcanus, a plaza of life and festivity where he had little to not smile about. Viktor was always stoic in expressions, bordering cold and uncaring..however he was somewhat in a mood to be a little more prominent in the new society he found himself in. The overlooking figure of his engulfed the crowd that passed, massive compared to the average man, but he did not let the odd stare deter him from his okayish mood. Vik settled into a seat by the busy skating rink, he watched as the many bodies gracefully glided over the ice- and even not so graceful skaters stumbling to catch their balance...he had been given some sort of aid from Astarion, thanking the kind stranger profusely,..but without the brace it could only ease the instability and some of the pain. As he sat, he groaned lightly, massaging the knee and thigh that turned inward.. the pain was not as much as it used to be, but it certainly ached. "You may come sit...I'm not stopping you." Viktor called, looking back toward a now approaching stranger. "It's a quiet evening...yet the people skate on." Mumbling, he carefully settled further into the seat, placing a hand on the cane's head as he rested it against his leg. "Should they not be resting?..."

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──» ⌞ Hearths Rising Starter Call ⌝─⟢

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Like this post for a Hearths Rising starter from VIKTOR. . . Capping at 3 with castmates exempt. Specify which event you would like. . . He can be found :

Hearth Dolls  ⋅ » Creating memories from nothing, Viktor will be found meticulously recreating the old memories of the people he had hoped to help at the HEARTH DOLLS event in the CRYSTAL HEIGHTS MALL. The doll he is making is unfamiliar, but painfully familiar to HIM in some form of distant memory Tinker Town ⋅ » Reminiscent of his childhood, he will be found partaking in the more mundane tasks of creation- although with silent flair. As a scientist, he knows his way around mechanics of many different uses..ranging from toy steam-powered boats to intensely complex creations of transportation (namely his collaboration with the Hexgates). The Starlight Soiree ⋅ » New to the world, this is mostly an accidental finding on his behalf- his habits of roaming while unable to sleep leads him to the ice rink and his lost stares at the paper stars hanging overhead will definitely give you and edge to surprise him. He's not a big drinker (mostly because of his non-human properties), however he could be swayed to take the chance once more....he probably needs it. Bonus ⋅ » He will be hanging around the library looking into customs and legends of the Hearth Rising event throughout the history of Aevum Isles. Even going as far as staying long nights at a desk, he is meticulous in his research, and even taking notes is required. Viktor will likely meet resistance to being moved, but one can convince him to go have some fun if you are persistent enough.

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Is that what you call them?

The voice, the low rumbling tone. It was nice, the whispering edge to it a little creepy, but it felt almost normal to Astarion.

"More, they call themselves Guardians. Guardians of the tower, perhaps, appearing when an Echo arrives only to scuttle off like insects when a Spotlight is put on them." He saw the other cave, jerking forward yet refusing to touch until given permission.

"Okay, first of all, let's get you off the steps of death and down to the grass. Then we'll work on sourcing the wounds I smell on you and tending to them." He frowns at the way the other's foot moved, looking around as he helped the other to rest. "Tell me they didn't take your mobility aid? Are they serious?"

He sounds outraged, ready to tear something apart as he yanks open his case, fingers grabbing what was needed before he ever so gently turned to the other. He eyed the wounds, careful to be respectful before closing the case.

"I think you've suffered enough with their poor judgement." He stuffs the case into his bag, fetching from his waist a small grey stone.

He eyes the other, scenting the blood on him. There was a fair amount, but not enough to be considered life threatening. Still, he cracks two of them against one another, pressing them against the other's chest.

They shimmer with a faint light, bleeding red before they seemed to melt into the other's body. From their place, warmth bloomed out to seek the injuries and stitch them together, reforming torn skin and righting cracked bone. It wasn't a complete heal, leaving small aches and pains behind.

"Takings a man's mobility aids. Tch, I thought they were better than that. Second chance my-" whatever else he was saying slipped into Elvish, a flurry of anger at the injustice he saw. "Okay." He shakes himself off, hand carding through pale curls to soothe the frantic edge of emotions stirring in him.

"Okay, this is fine. If you like, I can carry or act as your aid. My workshop has some canes and refined crutches for those with joint problems or broken bones that are healing." Red eyes flick up to meet the other's. "I won't pretend to know where you come from or what you've been through. But if nothing else, I'll do what I can to help."

Where was Astarion? The man who groaned and whined and complained about his stupid bard wanting to help every living fucking thing they saw? He'd have just bitten this poor thing, drained him and walked away. But now... After the kindness of Roberto, the desperation to be better of Nai, the helpless sense of worthlessness from Xuanyu and the broken look of the lost that was both Nicholas and Legato...

"There, we'll get you some clothes too, if you like. Don't worry about the price. You just worry about getting back on your feet and finding your stride here, then we'll consider us even." He stands then, brushing his knees and offered a hand.

He could feel the back of his mind click, seeing the shape sprawled as he was, the scent of blood lingering, the state of the world around them... It reminded him of himself, on that day, looking up at Cazador, bleeding and in pain, thinking death or perhaps worse was coming for him with those Gur...

I cannot heal myself from that horror. I cannot take back the desperate plea to live. But perhaps, just... Perhaps... I can offer a better start for someone else in place of such a dream.

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"These guardians take things of value...weapons, abilities, like you said- Should an exception be made for something housing an anomaly made means by magic?" He pointed out the flaw in his own cane/staff, the anomaly in itself was tied to it, so was the claw-like appendage that grew from his back...hard to explain what that was exactly- it resembled the Hexclaw..maybe it was. The wording Astarion used was particular, if not peculiar to say- to smell a wound was not much out of human reach, but it was an impossible odd compared to the average. Viktors mind troubled itself with debating itself on this miniscule detail, drawing back to the words being spoken as the other moved away from an unfamiliar language and back to something he could speak. "I'm...too long to carry, I should be..able to walk with help." His voice was..smaller, now. Almost sheepish to an extent that made him ashamed of needing help, he only relied on one other man before, and it bit him back in return. Jayce had hurt him, but he wasn't..overly angry anymore, he just missed the connection they had since forever, but all good things do come to an end, unfortunately. Viktor pulled himself along with the help of the silver-haired stranger, down the steps as the inward turn of his leg only proved difficult to navigate, despite living with it for his entire life, Viktor forgot about it in a matter of moments when he fused with the arcane nature of the hexcore. Soon, his wound was managed, watching intently of the healing stones...the offer of clothes winding him. He realized he had been clinging to the blanket for a long time...maybe a tailored pair of clothing would not be bad. "You don't..need to, but it would be, again, appreciated. Thank you..." As if he regained his ability to speak, words sharp and punctual once more- the previous sense of being ashamed had melted as he thanked the kindness of Astarion's offer. Grabbing his hand carefully, metal was felt intertwined with deformed, purple skin as he carefully got up, towering height coming to a full despite his natural need to slouch forward, back aching from the incorrect nature of his leg.

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When Masks Shatter, We Find The Us We Lost ||@apparatusevolutionis||

Astarion was hunting when he saw the tower ignite. Seems someone new was arriving. When the crowd left he moved, originally to pass the tower and hunt, that is until the sharp scent of blood struck him. Of course the guardian just abandoned whoever it was.

He can feel Roberto grumbling with him as he slips from the dark of the garden, moving to the tower to meet the new figure.

Gangly. It's the first word to cross his mind. Almost like a changeling might be, limbs almost too long, too thin to be normal. There's a human tint to the scent of the blood, but there's so much.... Weight to it, something unnatural.

It makes him both salivate yet want to puke.

Silver. It's not red, the blood is silver. Even if he was curious, the colour disturbs him enough to not even try. Besides, he's meant to be a friendly face, right? Who knows what power this man might gain in time.

"Seems the Guardians thought you'd be fine alone." He approaches at last, adorned in fine silks, he looks anything but the threat he could be, smiling softly so his fangs wouldn't be obvious. "Here from another realm, I take it. Be warned, arriving here strips you of powers and weapons, so if you're used to rapid healing, don't be." He pulls from his bag a medical kit.

"Good thing I was in the area at least. Nightly strolls are good for the mind." He pauses only then, just out of arms reach. "You are allowed to say no to me helping you. Consent is a delicious thing to me. Astarion Ancunin, pleasure to meet you." At least the man would have some kind of greeting here.

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Despite the odd situation Viktor faced, he did not find himself in hysterics- nor did he find himself particularly charged with any ONE particular emotion...too many thoughts raced his shattered mind as the whispers faded from his ears, the lack of any familiarity slipping through his fingers like sand. The gleam of gold from the buckle that held the blanket he had shifted to not tear with his metamorphosis gone, and so was his cane that had long been twisted into a staff of sorts.

Yet he was calm.

"The...guardians..is that what you call them?" He spoke, soft and mechanical as the voice of a man had long been lost to the transformation's grasp, the hexcore done it's part, yet he felt empty without it. The once known herald had been lost to Jayce's attempts- yet it carried on within the pale face that showed just beyond the breaking mask, a grimace of conflict, and knowledge. "Another realm...?..yes, I suppose..this would not be considered home..I'm not in much luxuries of having any healing for myself." Viktor looked over toward the stranger, his arm trailing the railing of the steps leading outward of the tower, Relying on it.

Viktor recoiled, a groan escaping him as his knee buckled, purple skin shimmering under the light of the tower, along with the gold embedded in every other spot of him. "The help would be appreciated...Astarion Ancunin." Viktor took a pause, head raising to look back at the man in impossibly fancy silks to be going for a night walk.

"Viktor..." A simple, but efficient greeting, nothing formal, nothing forced.