A Footslogger and an Unsupervised Justiciar

An RP blog of two Altmer brothers dealing with the troubles of Skyrim Bold text for Aldaril Italic text for Icarus

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Resident Evil 2: Claire Gameplay - Unstoppable Tyrant

[brothersofthedominion]

This is what I imagine how Aldaril appears to anyone that isn’t an Altmer. (If you’re a stormcloak, this is pretty much how he goes after you.) With the his weight and all the armor he wears, he can’t particularity go much faster than this guy. It doesn’t really apply at the moment, since the College of Winterhold is made almost entirely out of stone, but say in a tavern or something, this is exactly what you would hear.

[brothersofthedominion]

hoo boy

Work continues to be shit, but with the most recent disaster that this hellsite has coughed up, anytime here will be documenting any old rps and getting ready for the big exodus. I have no idea where to go. Maybe Pillowfort if that site actually manages to work out; maybe wait a little and see if Tumblr backpedals on this new update. But in all honestly?  Tumblr just done pulled the plug on itself. I’m fairly certain that most, if not all of my blogs are going to get the banhammer if that winds up being the route they go. If you want/need any other methods to contact me hmu for my Discord. Otherwise-- DA account that barely gets used: https://www.deviantart.com/tigeruchimaru twitter that gets used even less: https://twitter.com/TigerUhimaru ESO Account: JagarmeisterTharn

[brothersofthedominion]

MIA situation as of now-Paige needs to bitch

Sorry for falling off the face of the earth, I may as well fill you guys in while I’m here.

I work at a car lube shop, not hard work outside of customers being a pain in the ass. Generally our busiest time of the year is the two or three weeks around Thanksgiving, surprisingly it beats Christmas. But on top of that, we are currently crazy understaffed. Starting October we had a full staff of 8 people. From that point on--

Coworker 1 was the most recently hired, full time. Out of the two months he was hired, he had only worked 21 hours, everything else was either a no-call no-show, or he called off, the former being the more frequent. Got fired eventually. Coworker 2 started off great, but eventually started pulling the same shit as Coworker 1 until his eventually getting fired a couple weeks ago. Coworker 3 got a second job shortly after Coworker 2 got fired, but said he would be into work a 3:30. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him come in on time since then, generally leaving me to stick around and extra hour or two (assuming it doesnt put me on overtime since we are not allowed overtime.) And generally it is a shot in the dark if he will come into work at all.

Coworker 4, lord knows what happened, was doing great and then just a couple days ago--nothing. Had us really worried because this was not like him at all. Only yesterday we got a call from him to hear that he was fine but would be gone for two months. Coworker 5 has always been a lazy shit. Generally works a 3 hour shift except open to close on Sunday, but even then he has always came in stoned off his ass and sits on the footstool the entire shift. And would get really defensive when you were like “Hey, a little help here?” because you were back to back with cars wanting oil changes. His past four shifts he has called off because he ‘doesn’t want to deal with people’ leaving us stranded on three ways or two ways (technically not even supposed to be open on a two-way). Just a couple days ago, he called my General Manager to say he wasn’t coming back and he was done with the job, leaving us on a two way. Again. So he’s gone, thank god.

So as of now, my shop is currently staffed with myself, my general manager, my assistant general manager, so three people- not counting kid who works maybe two hours a shift if he decides to come in at all. If we are lucky we can twist the arm of the District manager to loan us some bodies from other stores.

But this does lead to some good news. A.) My being pretty much secure for a job for, well, actually doing my fucking job.

B.) Doing 40 hours a week without getting kicked out because labor percentage is too high has done a nice improvement on my paychecks. Come a couple weeks or a month, I might have enough saved up to purchase my budget dream car. Mazda MX-5 Miata NA, not sure what year yet.

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I love this show

[brothersofthedominion]

It’s Icarus and @vvardenfellcat

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Idk how many people know or remember my blue Argonian baby, Seeks-the-Light, but I’m trying to get back into playing him if you wanna go say hi uwu

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                                          The pale snake of the marsh.

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Icarus Headcanon 001– Insecurity

Since birth, Icarus’ eye color and height had gotten him into plenty of trouble. In the family he was always treated as the black sheep, outside of Aldaril and Ferawen (and even then, Ferawen was always cautious around him.) At birth, his grandmother attempted to exile him out of family into the wild. After his mothers death, his uncle wanted to abandon the boy. For most of his childhood, his cousins left him out of most activities unless guilted into it by their mother. His uncle wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Icarus saw that as long as he did not intervene with them, they did not go out of their way to antagonize him, so he let them be for the most part.

Outside of the family, he was either treated as a curiosity or a potential outsider and prone to scorn. Making friends as a child was difficult, either no one wanted to play with the ‘outsider’, or because their parents didn’t want them to play with that strange child over there. Icarus then began his habit of avoiding eye contact- perhaps if they couldn’t see they would not be so quick to judge. Alas, it only made an already awkward child even more awkward.

Adulthood, while people were more polite about it, there was no doubt in his mind that he was being silently judged-- Quite vocally on bad days. When Icarus joined the Thalmor, he had hoped the adornment of the robes of a superior mer would ease him of the troubles of his abnormalities. 

It did not.

While the common Altmer seemed to no longer notice while he was in his robes, his quirks were magnified by his colleagues, constantly grabbing at his face, questioning his origins, getting labeled with that thrice-damned title he loathed oh so much: ‘hulkynd’-- a ‘broken child.’

As of today, while he makes less of an effort to avoid eye-contact with the other races, depending on the race, should he see another Altmer, he will make as much as an effort to shield his eyes-- pulling his hood over his face, avoiding eye contact, head down, ect. Should he be forced into a situation where he cannot wear his Thalmor robes, he will act incredibly agitated and over the edge. 

[brothersofthedominion]

Lunch Time Quibbles- Terandil/Aldaril/Icarus

[brothersofthedominion]

terandil

Food, glorious food. His stomach rumbled at the sight as he grabbed some stew and bread. Sergius had had him working all morning, enchanting a shield for some minor noble Nord family that was to be a gift for their daughter’s wedding. It shouldn’t taken him this long, but frost enchantments had always chilled his hands and made it more difficult to enchant items properly. Perhaps he should chat to Collette about it. No other element seemed to have the same effect.

So now, he was cold, frustrated and hungry as he searched for a seat. The hot bowl warmed his trembling hands but they were still unsteady and he feared that the bowl would fall. The last thing he needed was to be embarrassed as well.

“Excuse me ceruval, are you looking for a seat?”

Oh? This was unexpected. It was one of the Thalmor he’d seen around, but never spoken to. The one that was taller than him and it looked like he had a friend with him too. One that was buried in a book instead of eating. Well, he could relate to that.

He approached and set his food down on the table, opposite to the larger altmer. “Indeed, I am. Thank you.” As he settled into his seat, he kept his hands wrapped around the bowl. The traitorous things would not stop shaking and he did not want to make a fool out of himself while trying to eat.

“I have seen you around the College, but do not believe we have had the chance to introduce ourselves. I am known as Terandil. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

One of the pages fluttered from its spot as Icarus groaned audibly when the unwelcomed mer took a seat at their table. The justiciar, keeping the book in front of his face in one hand, used his other hand to adjust his hood over his face, dark brown eyes religiously focused on his spelltome.

Aldaril, however, gave off a much more welcoming vibe than his brother. 

“The pleasure is mine.” Aldaril offered one of his calloused hands to the stranger, “The names Aldaril. I’m not really a member of the college, I’m just here playing babysitter for my kid brother.” The taller mer nudged the other, “Icarus, these are fellow mer.” The soldier chimed, “Why don’t you say hello?”

Icarus did not budge, eyes glued to the tome as if he was actively trying not to make eye-contact. His gloves dug into the leather of the tomes cover. “We’ve met.”

[brothersofthedominion]

School is not for Horsing Around- TAKE 2  Icarus/Jhasi

[brothersofthedominion]

vvardenfellcat

J’hasi grimaced, ears flicking back under his hood. Great. So not only was the whelp in the same room as him, he had to deal with his bullshit firsthand too. While the Oblivion gate comment from his apparent new professor piqued his curiosity, the Khajiit kept his mouth shut and his head down when he went up to grab a spelltome, heading towards an open spot in the hall that easily kept the whelp and his superior in his sight, while keeping some distance from Alabyn.

“What, afraid that ‘the cat’ will show you up again?” J’hasi muttered under his breath as he passed the Thalmor whelp, the lack of uniform weirding him out a bit honestly. He’d almost look like a normal student, if arrogant out the ass and with a foul temper to match. The Khajiit set the book down behind one of the pillars to keep it out of harm’s way, rubbing his hands together before running over the firebolt spell in his head. While he wasn’t a complete novice with it, it was still new enough to him that he didn’t feel confident that he was doing it right, and his typical problems with casting really did not help.

“Ha ha, very funny, cat.” the Altmer sneered, bracing himself as he face the black khajiit. He needed to focus- stay calm. Don’t let the cat get him too riled up, he was not going to make an arse out of him a second time. He glanced back at Ancano, who seemed to have his eyes glued to the duo. He flinched, anxiety creeping upon him before shaking himself back into focus. 

The khajiit summoned his ward. Icarus’ eyes squinted, hand clutched as flames began to sputter into existence. “Lets see how much you’ll be laughing with two or three bolts in your face.”  Icarus at least found himself confident with the firebolt, he could at least maybe land three before his magick gave out on him. The wards, however, were going to be a completely different story... 

The flames grew warm in his hand. Focus.

Concentrate.

Aim.

And...

The mers eyes zeroed in on the light of the ward as the bolts came roaring towards the khajiit. He glanced back at Ancano anxiously.

If the cat caught fire, at least it was his own fault.

[brothersofthedominion]

I love my cranky boi

[vvardenfellcat]

Hitting The Books - Icarus/J’hasi

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vvardenfellcat

The Khajiit set down a new stack of books to check out on Urag’s desk, a soft puff of air barely rippling a page of the checkout tome. The Orismer got up wordlessly and started checking the titles, writing them down in a neat, tidy script in the checkout before allowing J’hasi to sign for them.

“You know the drill.” he rumbled, giving a stern look to the Khajiit, who nodded.

“No eating or drinking with them around, wash my hands before handling them, and if I damage them in any way, I will be painfully ripped apart by Atronachs.” he recited in a neutral deadpan. Urag rose a brow.

“Good. Glad that someone actually listens.” J’hasi let out a huff of breath, cricking his neck before carefully loading up the books into his pack. He paused before putting the last one in, looking up at the Orc, who in turn looked at him, already expecting a question from the Khajiit’s expression.

“What is it?” he asked, a little resigned to this student’s endless questions. J’hasi slipped the last book into his pack before fidgeting with his bandages, ears pulling back a little.

“Um… I…I need to learn about something we found in Saarthal.” Urag sighed.

“Finally getting on that project, are we?” The Khajiit felt a bit of heat touch at his face, a hint of a scowl pulling as well. Better now than right after the discovery when that old Thalmor fuck was asking him questions about it. He’d been far too interested as a mere ‘advisor’.

The feather of the quill tickled his bottom lip as he pondered, fascinated yet completely vexed as he attempted to jot down several strategies regarding his newfound magicka abilities. He would almost certainly need to start looking into spells with health absorption, but where to find spells like that in the first place? The instructors? Would they catch on to him? Do they even have spells of that sort? He was almost sure his uncle had plenty of those sorts of spells lying around in the house library but--

No. 

Rulindil would beat the shit out of him for even looking at those. 

The mer fumed from his nostrils. He could only do this so much before the puking and the passing out would get him in trouble at the school, his work-- Well... Outside the school was pretty self explanatory.

The mers thoughts juttered to a complete stop the second he heard ‘Saarthal’ from the khajiit a couple yards away. <”Dammit all.”> Icarus seethed quietly through his teeth-- ‘course the damned cat doesn’t bring it up until he’s in the middle of important business. The mer scrambled to find a clean page in his journal, mostly littered with incomplete notes and unfinished letters. 

[brothersofthedominion]

Looking for some screenshots of the boys and found this instead

help

im dying

[brothersofthedominion]

When you finally clear your credit card debt only to immediately fall back into debt because the car heater took a shit.

[vvardenfellcat]

Ancano’s Fucking Bitch Fit - Ancano/Icarus/J’hasi

[brothersofthedominion]

vvardenfellcat

The Khajiit shrugged, rolling his eyes as he turned to leave, trying to appear as aloof as possible with a muttered ‘whatever’ while also being intensely aware of the Thalmor’s scent, the sound of his heart, wanting to be sure he wasn’t going to follow or stab him or…something while his back was turned before he left. He pushed the door open a little wider than usual, or necessary, letting in a blast of frigid Skyrim morning air, trying not to smirk but failing at the thought of the Thalmor whelp’s shrieking at the chill, if his mouth wasn’t currently frozen shut.

J’hasi pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose, huffing out a breath in the cold before heading for the Arcaneum for his usual morning visit before class began. Part of him wanted to research what they had found, or at least the amulet, but…it seemed unwise for right now. The old fuck was far too interested.

A day or two, maybe. Some time for Ancano’s interest to die down, and if he was spying on him, long enough to lure the bastard’s guard down. The Khajiit smirked a little under his scarf, glad he already had a routine of going to the library every day, several times a day. It made things a lot easier, and honestly it was child’s play compared to what he had to do in the past when dealing with the Thalmor. He just had to be patient…

Ancanos eyes followed the khajiit like a hawk, until he was interrupted by the sound of his... subordinates.

<”Look, just hold still for five seconds Icarus.”>

”Mmmprh mprhmrph  mrrrph--”

A smothered thud.

<”Augh!! Aldaril you fucking glan’nt! You almost knocked my teeth out!”>

<”Well maybe if you weren’t squirming around like a godsdamned sprat that wouldn’t be a fucking problem!”>

Ancano massaged his temples firmly, exhaling deeply through his nostrils as he fought the urges of wringing the neck of whoever sent him these two imbeciles.

The door slammed open, his justiciar scrambling out of the door, <”Kiss my arse, Al, I’m going to class!”> The mer spat, hustling to the exit before Ancano grabbed him by the hood, making Icarus audibly yelp. <”Keep an eye on that Khajiit.”> Ancano pulled the justiciar inches away from his face.

<”Wait what?”> 

<”You heard me.”> Ancano scowled, tightening his grip onto the mers hood. <”He may be hiding information on what you all found yesterday. Keep an eye. On that. Khajiit.”>

<“...Yes sir.”> Icarus’ eyes glanced to the side, pursing his lips in a long exhale before responding begrudgingly.

<“Good. Then we’re done here.”> Ancano released his subordinate, <“You two are in the same class, are you not? Get moving.”> 

<“Yes sir.”> Icarus grumbled, massaging his reddened cheek as he moved briskly through the doors and into the thrice-damned cold of Eastmarch. 

Damn that cat. Had to make things difficult for him at any given time.

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TES Shipyard:

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Everyone says the shipyard is dead, but I have a ton of new blogs following me and I’m fairly convinced there’s more of us than we realize.

[brothersofthedominion]

“I didn’t know you were going to be here!”

“And I don’t suppose I would get the luxuries of not having you around, now would I?”“By Auri-Els arse, Icarus, are you always going to be this--... I was not expecting to be here either, but he wanted in for the mead, so... Yeah. Babysitting as usual, I suppose.”

[gumuzkhi]

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