Gods and Nightmares

Well met, my friend. Well met. I am Grimm, master of this troupe. ((Ask/RP blog for Troupe Master Grimm from Hollow Knight, as penned by Jamie))

[calyptracoals]

2020 didn’t hold back any punches so far.

So. Where did I go this time? Well, aside from work beating me into the ground mentally and emotionally (on a related note, please be kind to retail workers we’re so tired), my father passed away last month. Not from COVID, but from other health complications. It was sudden and jarring, and we’re still kind of trying to pick up the pieces.

Doing better emotionally, though. Thanks for all your support. I’m glad to see you ugys are still around.

[ofhallownest]

@calyptracoals​

There’s a startled sound from Ghost as they turn around to see was talking. Where did they come from? Who were they? Were they dangerous? Ghost had no idea… They are also more startled than anything! Their home and garden were suppose to be a safe space… but if a bug could sneak up on them like that then it might not be as safe as they thought it was!

[ofhallownest]

Ghost nods and takes the other’s hand. Its kinda hard but they stand up as tall as they can to make sure that Grimm didn’t have to bend down too much. They already met a few Grimmkin, they’re curious how many more there are! So they’ll follow Grimm where ever the other leads!

@calyptracoals

[calyptracoals]

So the little thing was so very short…it made Grimm ponder a moment before he stopped and turned, squatting down to be at more of a reasonable level to the little darling.

“Would you prefer that I carry you? So that you don’t have to strain so much, I mean…”

[ofhallownest]

Ghost tilts their head, its not much of a problem for them to stand as tall as they could. They did it a lot to deal with different plants! They didn’t want to put a strain on Grimm… Though thinking about, Grimm was so much taller… It would be easier if they were carried. So they nod. Hopefully it’ll be okay.

@calyptracoals

[calyptracoals]

It was perfectly okay, and the Troupe Master chuckled fondly as he scooped the little one up into his arms.  “That’s much better, isn’t it?” He seemed cheery, if anything. He walked outside and snapped his fingers, one of the little ghost-like beings manifesting almost instantly. They looked to Ghost immediately, unsure if they were more confused or intimidated...or delighted! “This is a Grimmkin. They are general helpers....very good to have around, really. And playful.”

[calyptracoals]

Remyis wandered the dusty town of Dirtmouth, carrying his flute in his hands. He wanders close to the tents, the sound of a strange song playing attracting him nearby. He looks the tents over and subconsciously starts playing the tune on his flute. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

It was the tinny sound of a flute that caught Grimm’s attention, such an instrument never being a part of the Troupe’s musical ensemble. So, it was such curiosity that led him to step outside of the tents, staring at Remyis with a canted head.

“Well met, friend. Never have I laid eyes on the likes of you before. What brings you to my tents, and to this kingdom?”

[muses-of-the-multiverse]

Remyis plays a sour note when Grimm speaks. He then turns his head to Grimm. “Oh pardon me for that bad note. I got so entranced in playing the tune I didn’t hear you come out.” He responds. He then looks over Grimm. “I am here looking for my past and memories.” He explains “It is a long story, I will not bore you with details over something that doesn’t concern you.” He continues after shaking his head.

[calyptracoals]

“No need to apologize...” He began slowly, folding his hands behind his back as he better eyed this...creature over. “And I certainly won’t pry into what appears to be...deeply personal situations, but I will make note that you are safe here. Welcome to my Troupe. I am Grimm...and who, might I ask, are you? And I presume that you are certainly not from around here...”

[muses-of-the-multiverse]

“A pleasure to meet you Grimm.” He says doing a respectful curtsy. “My name is Remyis, and I am indeed not from around here. In fact, I am technically speaking not even of this world. Though, despite that...looking at the tents and you...listening to the tune...it stirs feelings of familiarity. Weird.” He hmms and puts his arms behind his head.

Grimm can sense an unusual aura around this Remyis. An aura of many energies intermingled to create his own.

[calyptracoals]

“Not of this world...that much is obvious...” Grimm mused to himself, circling Remyis and looking as though he were deeply pondering how to feel about this. Never in all of his travels had he encountered something like this before, and given all the years? That was extraordinarily rare.

“Perhaps the aesthetic is new? Though I can assure you there is nothing in any kingdom quite like my Troupe...regardless, pardon my manners. It is not often I find myself...surprised.”

[undlark]

I do stupid things when I’m stuck at home for too long.

[doubleinky]

OH GOD. YOU MADLAD. YOU ABSOLUTE MADLAD. I can’t belive someone actually did this. This is wonderful. Bless your ‘stuck at home’ madness <3

[aukives]

Beautiful Nightmare

[calyptracoals]

Remyis wandered the dusty town of Dirtmouth, carrying his flute in his hands. He wanders close to the tents, the sound of a strange song playing attracting him nearby. He looks the tents over and subconsciously starts playing the tune on his flute. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

It was the tinny sound of a flute that caught Grimm’s attention, such an instrument never being a part of the Troupe’s musical ensemble. So, it was such curiosity that led him to step outside of the tents, staring at Remyis with a canted head.

“Well met, friend. Never have I laid eyes on the likes of you before. What brings you to my tents, and to this kingdom?”

[muses-of-the-multiverse]

Remyis plays a sour note when Grimm speaks. He then turns his head to Grimm. “Oh pardon me for that bad note. I got so entranced in playing the tune I didn’t hear you come out.” He responds. He then looks over Grimm. “I am here looking for my past and memories.” He explains “It is a long story, I will not bore you with details over something that doesn’t concern you.” He continues after shaking his head.

[calyptracoals]

“No need to apologize...” He began slowly, folding his hands behind his back as he better eyed this...creature over. “And I certainly won’t pry into what appears to be...deeply personal situations, but I will make note that you are safe here. Welcome to my Troupe. I am Grimm...and who, might I ask, are you? And I presume that you are certainly not from around here...”

[grimm-troupe-caretaker]

calyptracoals​:

“Concerned, hm…?” His tone was lazy, that red eye closing as he turned his head once more to resume his utterly relaxed position. “Just thinking of the world, I suppose, and the role I have played in everything. The deeds I have done, the sins that live under my skin….” He sighed softly, interlacing his fingers over his stomach.

“….the pain I have caused others. Though, most prominently, I wonder if the choices I have made are correct. Such as, the fact that I have allowed a traitor to remain among us…”

The beetle found content in silence while Grimm spoke. It seemed the moth had a great deal many things weighing his shoulders. The idea made Caretaker feel somewhat helpless.  It sat up slightly in time with the last portion of the sentence. Confusion momentarily on its face though it faded.  “Well I am not to be the one to call your decisions. However I will stand behind them regardless their outcome. Would not be the first time I have extended my claws to silence a bug who betrays you”

[calyptracoals]

“...I appreciate it..” He murmured, staring off into space and closing his eyes. “I am glad that, whatever storms we may weather, I can at least always count on the fact that I have you. It is a relief, honestly, in what can sometimes be a sea of uncertainty...” He let out a small chuckle, turning his head to look at the other more properly.  “I feel better already, honestly. You make life’s burdens much easier to bear.”

[impurevoid]

calyptracoals​:

Grimm considered himself an intelligent and perceptive creature. He had to be, after all. He was ancient, and one did not exist to be an ancient god in the realm of Mortals. It was this perception that led him to sensing something outside his tent. Something that drew him away from dispensing orders to his Troupe and made him quietly walk outside, eyes wide. He recognized this feeling, but such a thing was impossible to behold…

…wasn’t it?

And yet, when he shifted aside the thick cloth that made the doorway to the main tent and stared out into the dusty darkness, he found his scarlet orbs locked on that which should never have been. And he found himself in awe, eyes wide. He was impressed…and perhaps, nervous of the implications.

Absorbed in the foreign–one could say, beautiful–sound as they are, the Hollow Knight takes time in noticing they are no longer completely alone. 

Music must come from where people are. 

They have not seen many people. Not in their existence as the Pure Vessel; even less, now that they’ve been lurking among the kingdom’s ruins.

Cowardice moves them, stepping backward.

No. There is no need for fear. They should not. Do not. 

And. 

There is nowhere to go but down. This would be difficult to traverse if pursued, and they don–and they mustn’t bring an unknown being into what sanctuary is left. 

And he is quite unknown. In the piecemeal memories the Infection gave them, his face is a far cry from familiar. 

Orange eyes of the Lightstruck, blue of a Lifeseed-infused sibling–there is nothing they can begin to understand about glowing red. They crush their unease down.

They force their body to still. To stare down at this stranger with their one functioning eye, certain to see what next step is chosen.

[calyptracoals]

Grimm stands there, still as a statue for a time, the only indication of him being a living creature being the flicker of his bright red eyes. Then, he seemed to regain his senses, a smile playing in those scarlet orbs as he gave a low bow to the creature before him.

“Welcome back...Hollow Knight,” He called out, doing his best to appear as nonthreatening as possible. After all, no doubt the vessel had been through an ordeal and a half, and Grimm was far from a figure that looked harmless. So he’d just have to show the other that he was. “It is...good to see you are still alive. How fare you? ...ah, do not worry about me. I have no intention of harming you or this kingdom. I am simply here to conduct some long-forgotten business...”

[ofhallownest]

@calyptracoals​

There’s a startled sound from Ghost as they turn around to see was talking. Where did they come from? Who were they? Were they dangerous? Ghost had no idea… They are also more startled than anything! Their home and garden were suppose to be a safe space… but if a bug could sneak up on them like that then it might not be as safe as they thought it was!

[ofhallownest]

Ghost nods and takes the other’s hand. Its kinda hard but they stand up as tall as they can to make sure that Grimm didn’t have to bend down too much. They already met a few Grimmkin, they’re curious how many more there are! So they’ll follow Grimm where ever the other leads!

@calyptracoals

[calyptracoals]

So the little thing was so very short...it made Grimm ponder a moment before he stopped and turned, squatting down to be at more of a reasonable level to the little darling.

“Would you prefer that I carry you? So that you don’t have to strain so much, I mean...”

[impurevoid]

@calyptracoals

The Hollow Knight’s body is functioning far better than it had, fresh out of the Temple; they still are not moving too far, nor too quickly. Others worked so hard to repair it, and damaging it would be a waste.

The Crossroads are nearly all they know, for now.

They’ve avoided climbing to the top. The Temple–what remains of it–is…uncomfortable. They–

they–

–they don’t want to be near it. 

It is that simple. They want to be away from where their torture had been. And they have succeeded in staying away from it. 

There is no need to be unsettled; they are, still. They have combed the entirety of the Crossroads in numbers they lost track of. All but the topmost level, where it is.

No physical barrier bars them from beyond the Crossroads; a buzzing dread is what stops them. That there is a large swathe of the Crossroads right there is a different, mismatched sort of read.

Do not think: they do not. They simply, without forethought or warning, drag their body up the lifts they’d once crashed down. It’s fortunate their body is long enough they have no need to jump.

At the top, there is space. A long tunnel before reading the Temple, and they  stop long before they reach it. They must have crawled their way through this area, before. They hold no memory of it, and they do not examine the ground too closely for their own desperate clawmarks. Certainly, they fail to recall the chain hanging down in the middle of the area.

More than that: they had not noticed the sound, drifting from the tunnel going upwards. 

Their own knowledge is lacking where the knowledge of the bugs the Infection had seared connections through into their mind is not. It is the sound of an instrument, unlike any allowed in the White Palace before. Music.

It is about time for a pause. They lean heavily upon their Nail, resting. 

Listening.

[calyptracoals]

Grimm considered himself an intelligent and perceptive creature. He had to be, after all. He was ancient, and one did not exist to be an ancient god in the realm of Mortals. It was this perception that led him to sensing something outside his tent. Something that drew him away from dispensing orders to his Troupe and made him quietly walk outside, eyes wide. He recognized this feeling, but such a thing was impossible to behold...

...wasn’t it?

And yet, when he shifted aside the thick cloth that made the doorway to the main tent and stared out into the dusty darkness, he found his scarlet orbs locked on that which should never have been. And he found himself in awe, eyes wide. He was impressed...and perhaps, nervous of the implications.

[calyptracoals]

Grimm watched with a certain warm smile, gently folding his arms behind his back as he watched Ghost explore this new environment. “Yes, it is. And it’s yours,” He gave a gentle wave of his hand towards said bed, a gleam of happiness in his eye. “Now, then….what are you in the mood for today? Perhaps we should get you better…acquainted with your new surroundings, hm? Wouldn’t do for you not to be completely aware of where you are.”

[ofhallownest]

Wait it was theirs!? They look over at it again then give a happy sound as they focus back on Grimm. Ghost nods and makes some more sounds, they’d love to have a look around and meet everyone! It sounded like fun and they would need to get to know everyone if they’re going to be living here! 

Ghost then goes over to Grimm and stands next to the taller being, looking up at them after looking around. “Ready!”

This was so exciting! 

@calyptracoals

[calyptracoals]

The delight in Ghost’s little being brought warmth to Grimm, the Troupe Master letting out a raspy chuckle as the small vessel took in the bed. Then, they approached, and he offered his hand to them.

“Come, then. Let’s first show you the Grimmkin. They are my most common helpers, after all....” 

[calyptracoals]

Remyis wandered the dusty town of Dirtmouth, carrying his flute in his hands. He wanders close to the tents, the sound of a strange song playing attracting him nearby. He looks the tents over and subconsciously starts playing the tune on his flute. (@muses-of-the-multiverse)

@muses-of-the-multiverse

It was the tinny sound of a flute that caught Grimm’s attention, such an instrument never being a part of the Troupe’s musical ensemble. So, it was such curiosity that led him to step outside of the tents, staring at Remyis with a canted head.

“Well met, friend. Never have I laid eyes on the likes of you before. What brings you to my tents, and to this kingdom?”

[calyptracoals]

Liar, Liar: Muse can only lie. Enjoy talking to your boyfriend

“This is marvelous! Wonderful. I’m going to enjoy every minute of this, and I thank you for it. Your reward for such a thing is going to be so pleasant!” Of course, by the fact that his eyes are glowing bright red, the lie is only too obvious. While his silver tongue can only mislead, the eyes will SURELY tell a different story.

[grimm-troupe-caretaker]

calyptracoals​:

Grimm wasn’t all that surprised by his lover’s appearance. If anything, he let out a soft chuckle, turning his head to look to the other with one eye peeked open. “It has been. Entirely too long. …sorry if my…disappearance distressed you. I just needed a moment…”

Caretaker took a brief moment and brought its body down to the greenery in order to enjoy the sensations his dear Master were. Likely would have been easier should it not have been wearing a cloak. “Not distressed. Concerned. What is on your mind?”

[calyptracoals]

“Concerned, hm...?” His tone was lazy, that red eye closing as he turned his head once more to resume his utterly relaxed position. “Just thinking of the world, I suppose, and the role I have played in everything. The deeds I have done, the sins that live under my skin....” He sighed softly, interlacing his fingers over his stomach.

“....the pain I have caused others. Though, most prominently, I wonder if the choices I have made are correct. Such as, the fact that I have allowed a traitor to remain among us...”

[calyptracoals]

More Sick M!A's

Symptoms can be added at the mun's or anon's discretion!

Fever: Muse has a very high fever for 24 hours.

Sneezy: Muse is very sneezy for 24 hours.

Nightmare: Muse has terrible fever dreams every time they sleep for 24 hours.

Hallucinations: Muse has vivid and/or horrific hallucinations for 24 hours.

Paralysis: Muse can't move for 24 hours.

Cough: Muse can't stop coughing. Even the act of speaking results in coughing, for 24 hours.

Hoarse: Muse has a very sore throat, and a raspy voice for 24 hours.

Silent: Muse has a sore throat to the point where breathing irritates it, and speaking it almost too painful for 24 hours.

Nauseous: Muse is incredibly nauseous, to the point where moving makes them feel like vomiting, for 24 hours.

Vomit: Muse's stomach is uncooperative, and will reject any food for 24 hours.

Headache: Muse has an earsplitting headache for 24 hours.

Migraine: Muse has an earsplitting headache that gets worse by lights, sounds, and even moving for 24 hours.

Shaking: Muse is uncontrollably shaky for 24 hours.

Collapse: Muse suddenly collapses and can't get up without help for 24 hours.

Bedridden: Muse is unable to leave their bed for any reason for 24 hours.

Dizzy: Muse is plagued with dizzy spells, and the room almost constantly feels like it's spinning for 24 hours.

Aching: Muse's body aches to the point where it hurts too much to move for 24 hours.

Tired: Muse is absolutely exhausted from their body fighting back the spell's magic for 24 hours.

Runny: Muse's nose is constantly running for 24 hours.

Stuffy: Muse's nose is all congested and stuffy for 24 hours.

Itchy: Muse has a rash for 24 hours. If anon does not specify, the rash is all over their body.

Sweats: Muse is sweating, regardless of how hot or cold they actually feel for 24 hours.

Watery: Muse's eyes are extremely watery for 24 hours.

Paresthesia: Muse feels numb, as if their whole body fell asleep and has that pins and needles feeling for 24 hours.

Chills: Muse feels chilled to the bone, and can't get warm for 24 hours.

[calyptracoals]

Favorite M!A's! Anon decides duration. Feel free to add to this list!

See No Evil: Muse is blind.

Hear No Evil: Muse is deaf.

Speak No Evil: Muse is mute.

Genderswap: Muse is now the gender of Anon's choosing, nonbinary options included.

AU: Muse is in the AU of Anon's choosing.

Language: Muse must translate all of their speech into the language of Anon's choosing.

You Animal: Muse is an animal of Anon's choosing.

Second Childhood: Muse is a child, Anon decides age.

Be Honest: Muse cannot lie.

Liar, Liar: Muse can only lie.

Wrong Era: Muse believes it is the time period of Anon's choosing.

Fashionista: Muse is obsessed with fashion/clothing.

Magical Girl: No matter their original gender, Muse is now a magical girl! Anon decides outfit and powers.

Superpowered: Muse has a superpower of Anon's choosing.

Evil Twin: Muse acts like an evil counterpart of themselves.

Sugar, Sugar: Muse has a sweet tooth and wants to eat candy, cookies, cakes, and other sweet things.

Baby of Mine: Muse finds a baby on their doorstep and must care for it.

[calyptracoals]

Grimm is here, as usual, but just laying in the grass in Greenpath, eyes closed as he just takes in the sounds and smells. A relaxed Troupe Master, or at the very least, a thoughtful one that’s snuck away from his Troupe. Just for a little while…

[grimm-troupe-caretaker]

Of course the beetle wasn’t overly fond of letting Grimm slip out of the tents without at least some sort of escort. At first the beetle remained hidden and out of sight, it would eventually reveal itself and casually have a sear next to the moth. “It’s been a fair bit since you’ve sat in actual foliage…hasn’t it?”

[calyptracoals]

Grimm wasn’t all that surprised by his lover’s appearance. If anything, he let out a soft chuckle, turning his head to look to the other with one eye peeked open. “It has been. Entirely too long. ...sorry if my...disappearance distressed you. I just needed a moment...”