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Callisto, THE RING NURSEFATHER

From LIMBUS COMPANY

Bald. This was a choice he made.

Still has not considered a wig. Probably never will.

Obsessed with art in all of its forms. But especially the form where he gets to turn human mincemeat into weird shapes.

Mostly made of metal! This was also a choice. He designed and made his body himself.

The clothes are of his own design, too. Where the hell else is he going to get a fashionable skirt long enough to fit a nine foot tall body…

His old organic body was turned into his sword, Tibia. Tibia is very sweet and polite, ok? Give Tibia a snack…

APP || STATS || RULES

#pinned #isola follow

blightsbite

The line striping the gallery floors is temporarily the subject of Vanth's silent scorn as he deepens his frown and steps over it to the side where he's allowed. ❝ There, ❞ he mutters petulantly. The switchblade lies abandoned in his pocket as he shows both hands, completely disarmed. ❝ Happy? ❞ Vanth certainly isn't. Nor is he too keen on conversing over the paintings, particularly his own, which this visitor can plainly see now that he's backed away from it. Actually, he could probably see it just fine before. He's massive compared to Vanth.

❝ You want me to explain my thoughts? Sure, okay, I'll share my piece. I think it's fucked to make us guinea pigs into spectacles of death for the sick enjoyment of some God. I didn't ask to be an exhibit. ❞ Loosely, Vanth runs a point up and down the many displays like it lining the walls. ❝ I'm pretty sure none of us did. What happened to painting fruits or some shit? ❞

corporist

"Yes, I quite am." Callisto inclines his head, bowing to look the little delinquent in the eyes properly for a fleeting moment. Ink-dark camera lenses meet a warm, vivid shade of red.

The mention of a God's enjoyment is an interesting one— the individual beside him doesn't necessarily strike Callisto as the religious sort, to say the least.

"Fruits are a reasonable thing to consider when first beginning to learn the pure fundamentals of two dimensional artforms such as this, but they often fail to resonate so clearly with others as more human works do." Callisto patiently explains, hands folding neatly behind his back. He gestures for the other man to walk with him, steps pointedly small and slow so that they may keep pace with one another.

"It is quite the extensive collection. Unremarkable, perhaps, when considered as individual works, but together… They make for quite a gorgeous compilation of humanity, in my opinion. to stand here and understand the scale from the grand sprawl of this room… I find it quite admirable, even if the contents are somewhat mediocre." He makes a vague gesture out towards the near-endless gallery in demonstration.

"Allow me to pose you this: The very consideration that these works invoke feeling and speak to you in this way are alone what makes it art, disliked or pleasing alike. What does it truly mean to make a piece worth one's time? Does it mean to provoke thought and introspection, to encourage growth, to share new perspectives? What should one enter a gallery with the anticipation of gaining from the works within?"

#its ok callisto is used to the rancid vibes #i dont think hes got room to talk anyways #blightsbite ;; exhibit 01 #blightsbite

mr-lightningbolt

It's a relief when the stranger sits up. At this rate, maybe he'll be walking by the time they get to his housing, and Raiden won't have to deal with him any longer. That is, if he doesn't feel like too much of a bastard abandoning someone in who's in the same distressing situation he was in a few weeks ago. This guy may be... unsettling, but he couldn't reasonably judge someone for that. By the standards of the normal world, Raiden was, too.

Well, he didn't commission his body to display his own organs, but that wasn't technically hurting anyone.

The quote the stranger recites is vaguely familiar-- Raiden's pretty sure it's Descartes, though he's only had tangential exposure. It certainly seems apt for the situation. The man seemed so sluggish to actually come to, but maybe he's picking up on what's happening quicker than it seemed. Neither of them are in a situation where one can trust much of anything. Raiden could hope that the words were a sign that the other as real as he was, for whatever difference it makes.

He cocks his head when the man addresses him. "I don't think you get it-- I don't know who you are. Unless you're lucky, no one here will."

How can he possibly explain this? He was hoping to at least do a better job than people did for him, but now that he was actually in their shoes, he could admit it wasn't an easy job. He did walk into the topic of here, though, so he could at least try and tackle that.

"So... where do you think you are?"

corporist

"Ah… I see." Callisto's eyes slide shut for a moment longer, quiet and contemplative. To go completely unrecognized, even as a member of the ring… it is quite an unusual experience, to say the least. He would be glad that he wasn't turning away an interested soul if he wasn't feeling so disoriented.

"An interesting question to pose."

Callisto tips his hat back to get a better look at his immediate surroundings, finally actively engaging with something beyond himself. The dark flickering cameras of his eyes focus and refocus as the world spins itself away beneath the wheels of the vehicle, clean white buildings and a sturdy stone road underneath. Their surroundings are unusual, to say the least.

"I'm afraid I don't recognize the local architecture— and I assure you, I am quite well traveled. Perhaps one could say it passingly resembles certain locations within District 15, but not so closely that I would be certain of this." A slow, laborious sigh. The motion can be seen through the glass on his chest, lungs inflating and shifting other red masses behind the clear window.

"Somewhere beyond the City, possibly. Beyond the Outskirts even. Perhaps nowhere at all." The idea of there being someplace with a human population beyond the City is nigh unthinkable. And yet. so is the situation he finds himself in. "Maybe I'd never left."

"A dying hallucination, a preservative vat, or somewhere quite far beyond my scope of knowledge entirely. I don't suppose the answer would matter much."

#mr lightningbolt #mr lightningbolt: exhibit 01 #callisto giving him a big shrug and a i dunno

kleinstar

" Huh, what do you even mean... "

Sure he gets all the words, even the whole sentence, but somehow the combinations fail to make sense when he strings them together. Just what was he planning on doing....

Looking at him now... White, fancy clothes and the robotic body. He can see something behind the see-through panels and it's making his skin crawl a little. Are those...?

" Huh? " he then asks, all distracted at first, " well, not everyone is but me, sure let's say that... "

It's noThis guy doesn't need to know about his birth origins. It's not like there's any other label than human to use anyway. He doesn't really think about stuff like that too deepl yanyway.

" Palm.. what? " he mumbles, " I mean I am. An artist... but... "

" The hell do you mean by that? My body's functioning normally as far as I've seen...? "

corporist

What a peculiar response.

"I could show you, if you find yourself so inclined for a demonstration. It may be many degrees more painful than it typically ought to be, though." Unwise, save for the rare instance of an individual without much active response to such signals. Those few are rarely if ever good ingredients for their personalities alone, so prone to ruining themselves for the sake of the fight.

"Although I am a Maestro, and as such it would be an honor for you, I do not believe I would recommend such wasteful behavior." Especially not from a fellow artist, no matter their rank or lack thereof. Such reckless behavior ought to be chided and tended away in the youth— someone must be there to carry on progress, after all.

"The palmarus longus is found here. It is a muscle on the interior side of the forearm." He twists his wrist to demonstrate the location, the explanation almost reflexive in nature. "See, the human body when given the appropriate stimulation… as you may or may not know… is capable of spontaneous growth, healing, and unorthodox reattachment." Callisto mimes the gesture of peeling something away from his own mechanical arm for the man's clarity. "This fact has been remarkably uncooperative since my arrival."

#me: don't worry callisto wont hurt eiden #callisto: want me to cut you open #me: NO!!!!#kleinstar #kleinstar ;; exhibit 01 #a very common feeling he invokes in people. i dont blame eiden #would you believe me if i said that he was potentially one of the nicest and most caring parents out of the five syndicate members #that were brought together to raise Ryoshu. she takes after him the most.#hes just so out of touch. hes so out of touch and ill.#peepaw please #lets get you back to bed...

kleinstar

What the hell did he stumble on this time...

Clutching his sketchbook against his chest, Eiden feels his breath shallow and nervous. By instinct he wants to get up and try to make a stop to it, in fact he's trying to cook up a plan. He's been scolded from rushing into things before but even if he called someone now will they make it in time...

Even so he finds himself fingering lanuae, although he doesn't quite make it to touch as he's interrupted. From the corner of his eye he sees the man making a run for it.

Since he's been noticed Eiden gets on his feet, defiance straining his features. The hand lanuae is on now falls down to his side, while the other still holds onto the sketchbook.

" Sure. "

" We could start with you telling what the hell were you doing just now!! Is that guy ok? "

He ran off so Eiden hopes so but he swore he saw blood...

corporist

Callisto hardly bats an eye at the question— it's clear that he's quite used to fielding responses like the sort Eiden is giving him, wholly unbothered.

"Hm? Okay?" What a strange question. "There is no point in damaging a corpus any further when it is so unsuitable for work. Perhaps I would have been inclined to make some sort of repair as a token of apology for the disappointment, but therein lies the core issue…"

The steady click of Callisto's heels are loud in the otherwise deserted streets.

"Are all of you truly humans?" Vivid shades of red still cling to his clawlike hand, wholly unacknowledged as though it had been nothing more than a casual affair.

"Palmarus longus, the extensors and flexors, down to the median nerve and radial artery… certainly they were all there in quite the familiar structure. But I have found the physics therein strangely… uncooperative, so to speak."

"I see that you yourself might so be an artist— aspiring to something, perhaps? Are you familiar with why this might be?"

#kleinstar #kleinstar ;; exhibit 01 #patting eiden on the back.#callisto hasnt figured out the difference between the npcs and the transplants yet

compassfound

𝟎𝟖 - Ishmael's brow furrowed. No hostility was obvious, but that had been the case throughout their previous engagements as well. Callisto and Albina had both been unnerving in how inhuman they carried themselves, and with how little they appeared to care about human life. Maybe it was the opposite in essence though, that their perception of "life" had become so twisted that they saw art as the ultimate form of life. But if death was life's perfect form, then she didn't seek perfection herself.

"Sorry, did you forget the part where you attacked us first?" She didn't appreciate the insinuation that they were somehow to blame for that incident. Not after the Nursefathers and their disciples had laid waste to LCB's HQ. She considered both Callisto's offer and the intentions behind it. Why did he want to talk about Albina? He must have known they were both dead.

The Sinner just sighed. "Fine. You won't be able to make art out of me here even if you did kill me. We just respawn and our bodies go poof." So theoretically, he shouldn't have had any motives for killing her. She didn't necessarily take up his offer to "sit" though, and elected to lean against a nearby pillar with her arms crossed. "Not sure what you want to hear from me about your daughter though. Not like we talked much. You trying to hook us up or something?" Ishmael tried joking to lighten her own mood a little.

corporist

He is not particularly surprised when she refuses to sit beside him. The offer had largely been made out of a sense of politeness, anyways.

"I have not." Callisto continues to carve at a steady, unhurried pace. "Though, one might argue that this was not the true beginning of our exchange either. It is an awfully complicated web, miss…"

His work abruptly stops.

"Is that so?" It's clear that he hadn't been aware of that particular fact by the way his careful work stutters and catches for a moment before beginning once again, more focused on what Yoshihide's coworker had to say than the small wooden bird in his hands. So not only has he been personally altered in such a way to prevent his art, but the very governing rules of the body ill permit it on a fundamental level.

How deeply inconvenient.

"You've... truly not spoken in all this time?" It feels like a personal failure to hear something like that.

Hook... them up?

"No, nothing of the sort. I suppose it may have just been foolish of me to have expected her to connect so easily away from home." He flicks away the wood shaving, "she has always been somewhat of a shy girl…" A dreary mood settles over him like a blanket.

'You've plenty of coworkers. Has she found no companionship at all amongst you?"

#you have good taste #she is so. <3 #compassfound #compassfound ;; exhibit 01

what is this?

MEME FRIDAY || SEND "What is this?" FOR MY MUSE TO PUT SOMETHING IN YOUR MUSE'S HAND. || ACCEPTING

The thing Callisto gives you is…

A black mask. It seems to be made mostly of wood and a strange leather, save for some details. A thick lining of hair rings the entire thing, covering the seam between the wood backing to give the leather face structure and the heavy maroon hood connected to it.

All of the features on the mask are completely out of normal alignment— it seems as though one would be looking out of the mouth through one of the 'eyeholes', and the actual eye slots are split and clustered in pustule-like groupings for the other. Maybe it would be appropriate for halloween, if one wanted to make the children cry.

…And speaking of the mouth, where the hell is Callisto getting all of these teeth from? At least the ones rooted in this particular work don't seem to be from a person.

"You've been staring for some time. Are you interested in this piece, young man?" He loves to encourage an interest in art in the youths! How exciting to see a curious face.

#phantommirrored #meme friday #answered ask #callisto is out here creating honest to god malignant artifacts

"What is this?"

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The thing Callisto gives you is…

An actual human brain? Or… no, the texture isn't quite right for that. Whatever it's made out of is not quite clear, but it doesn't seem all that real once it's in your hands... or even organic. The creator must just be very acquainted with what they ought to look like.

"I'd had the plan to make something like this for Yoshihide, but I never did manage to get around to it before she left. I felt as though I'd been leaving something incomplete… it had been getting under my skin as of late, so to speak. I suspect you may find more use out of a trinket such as this than I would, though— I would hate for something such as this to gather dust in my storage. Young ladies such as yourself enjoy things like these, don't they?" It turns out to be some sort of unusual lockbox, almost perfectly sized to store a precious book.

How heartfelt.

…Wait, no, hang on a moment. Those are definitely real teeth bordering the velvet-lined wooden insides. They're properly embedded into the paneling, so at least it shouldn't affect the seal when it's closed?

#body horror cw #merylderringer #answered ask #meme friday #hes doing his best #like an out of touch grandpa if your out of touch grandpa liked to mulch people

What is this?

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"Ah, Aurelius! Do come in, please."

The thing Callisto gives you is…

A downright bizarre painting. Figures contort and twist within the gnarled frame, golden eyes and bright lights peering down from a haze of broken red shapes. The hair of the semi-indistinguishable person at the center seems as though it might be real, and the canvas is anchored to the frame via some sort of sinew. There are shaved down teeth embedded in the bottom of the canvas to build up the dimensionality of the closest hills, interwoven with those same hair fibers in a roving sea of white and gold.

"It is my pleasure to see you again. I'm afraid I've not much news for you with respect to Tibia, but you are perfectly welcome to browse the other works here if you are so inclined. Perhaps I may even be so willing to allow you to keep something that strikes your interest— it is all merely experimental dalliances thus far, after all…"

The painting is simply the nearest thing at hand, clearly having only just recently been finished.

#hollowfaith #meme friday #body horror cw #answered ask

"What is this?" 👀

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The thing Callisto hands you is…

A handful of human ligaments. Uh oh. "If you would hold these for just a moment— this experiment has been quite taxing, as a purveyor of the living arts rather than these forms of taxidermied works." He seems to be running out of space on the table. The mess in front of him is completely indistinguishable, partially deconstructed and mostly hidden by the bulk of his body.

…Or rather, he would have handed them over if the other person happened to actually have hands. He seems quite surprised and… intrigued when he finally looks over his shoulder once more.

Uh ohhhhh.

"Why, you are quite the interesting man yourself, aren't you? Affiliated with a new branch of Fauvist work, perhaps? The result is so seamless… How fascinating."

#gore cw #?#lovefalldefined #answered ask #meme friday #thank you callisto very cool #lovefalldefined ;; showcase 01

[ Continued from HERE || @thiefandlyre ]

"Perhaps it could be. It was quite unrecognizable by the time I found it, unfortunately. Many of the bones were completely unsalvageable, let alone the skin. I've no particular need for the head if you so find it interesting." Callisto would likely be beaming were he physically capable of such a thing. Mission accomplished!

It is no human skull, but he knew it has some appeal.

"I would much like to find a live one next time, but they do not appear to be very common… This particular specimen was found within the Black Fens if you would be so inclined in your curiosity to join me in the future."

#thiefandlyre #thiefandlyre ;; showcase 01 #animal death cw

"What is this?"

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The thing Callisto hands you is…

A strange hood. It seems to be made of real fur, two oversized paws dangling from the jaw of the beast it was crafted from like a mockery of a child's faux animal hood. The top half of a muzzle juts out from the soft inner padding, teeth curving down. It even has eyes, a big and bulbous yellow ringed with red that bulge from their sockets.

Thankfully they seem to be made of something hard and plastic-like.

"I suppose I was feeling a little nostalgic… I've had my own qualms and issues with their rhetoric and most prominent claims, but I have always found Fauvist creations to be charming in their own way. They suit the current state of matters quite well i feel, and their proclivity to hide the inner mechanisms with an easy to replicate and preserve surface is quite handy."

"I found I did not have enough material for what I would have liked to do, but this seems to be just your size. Perhaps you would like to try it on? It is nonfunctional, of course— I couldn't get the muscle tissue to knit properly." He's still trying, but it's been something of a fruitless endeavor.

#ooc #deceivior #answered ask #meme friday #thats fashione baby!#->#its fine to reply to these #i forgot to put that in the tags on the og post

...i forgot if i sent one yet but whatever - what is this...?

MEME FRIDAY || SEND "What is this?" FOR MY MUSE TO PUT SOMETHING IN YOUR MUSE'S HAND. || ACCEPTING

The thing Callisto hands you is…

An Eye Ball. That is to say, a burnished and fired clay ball that is sculpted to resemble protruding human eyes no matter what angle it is seen from. They would have looked real were it not for the uncolored finish, the tone an uneven gray-terracotta shade from top to bottom.

"I apologize. I would have used proper materials were they accessible to me, but I've found myself quite bereft of my talents. Though, perhaps the longevity and lack of upkeep would be more suitable to a young man such as yourself."

#you havent dw #kleinstar #answered ask #meme friday #->#its fine to reply to these

"What is this?"

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The thing Callisto hands you is…

A skull. Not human, but that of an unidentified Equidae species. It boasts a single proud horn that protrudes grandly from the center of its skull, slim and spiraling. It is a little on the larger size, but not so big as to be unwieldy.

"Fascinating, is it not? It is quite the shame that the rest of it had been by and large degraded by the time of discovery, but that is no true issue— I have cleaned it well to the standards of one unacquainted, so do not be wary of any lingering tissue or rot. Perhaps it does not have the most charming qualities of a human, but one could clearly see the point that Fauvists make with their work within the elegance of the structures if you shall look with me. See, the broad plane of the jaw juxtaposed with its quite dainty size, and the delicate horn is—"

It's like a cat bringing a dead mouse to your feet. He looks so pleased with himself, as though he has finally devised the perfect gift to be giving a stranger. He seems to be plenty excited about it himself, after all.

#animal death cw #thiefandlyre #meme friday #answered ask #octavo can have a little skull. as a treat.#thiefandlyre ;; showcase 01

what is this?

MEME FRIDAY || SEND "What is this?" FOR MY MUSE TO PUT SOMETHING IN YOUR MUSE'S HAND. || ACCEPTING

The thing Callisto hands you is…

A small painting. It looks to be of the Black Fens region, deep and spiraling trees framing the rich red sunrise. There is something a little disconcerting about the branches— a closer inspection reveals the impression of knotted arms and folded hands making up the otherwise inklike surface of the 'bark'. The detail is near-unintelligible from any reasonable distance.

"I just cannot seem to make this work as I would like it to." Callisto sighs.

"You are welcome to it. Any artistic effort is never effort wasted, but I find myself quite disinclined to keep this one. I will simply try again tomorrow."

#mr lightningbolt #answered ask #meme friday #->#its fine to reply to these