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the gleamings of an empty heart -- mithrun of dunmeshi affiliated with isola

[desirend]

mithrun -- dungeon meshi

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has a demon stolen almost every single one of your desires? well you may be entitled to financial compensation--

meet mithrun, a man who feels very little because he has no desire to do much of anything other than get revenge on demons

(he IS learning to live again, so please teach him new things and give him a hobby i beg of you)

185 years young and short king at 155 cm

missing one eye and the tips of both his ears. its a little unsettling

directionally challenged

fucked up a perfectly good elf is what u did. look at him. he's got depression

honestly needs help doing even the most basic of tasks

(please START praying for grandpa)

a friendly reminder to eat and sleep and whatnot will go a long way or else he WILL stay up for 72 hours and fall on the floor. that is a threat

im not even exaggerating someone please get this man a caretaker

[achronism]

@desirend

You have, in your time around, been subjected to a fair few strong reactions. Mostly surprise, occasionally fear. This one is new, though- fear mixed with fury and a touch of murderous intent- which is something you are intimately familiar with, pale hands gripping your hair and yanking before you can even think he's able to move that fast.

Your mistake for assuming, you suppose.

However, you can't simply let that go, because doing so would mean just letting him think he can do that to whoever. And you don't think some others here will be so lenient. It doesn't take much- a touch of psionics and a mild lock on his limbs, keeping his head present in the moment to speak to you.

"Alright! Well- are you quite done with that reaction? I can let you go if you are, but it really was quite rude..."

[desirend]

it's like his body moves before his mind can catch up to it, some dormant fight or flight response triggered-- and he chose to fight.

he did not get far before he cannot move, stopped with an ability not unlike what Cithis was capable of. her hypnosis was never difficult to resist, but Mithrun found himself unable to resist this person, a weird sense of panic widening one of his previously narrowed eyes. perhaps it was for the best-- he is now intimately aware of his actions, his fist gripping this strangers hair and his body language screaming ill-intent.

he did not blame her.

his mind races with questions. was this place truly akin to a dungeon after all? was she some odd, failed attempt at a chimera? and those horns, those damned horns--

what parts of him he still has control over are shaking. fear.

"Let me go...?" never would he expect such leniency from someone he had just attacked. "...Yes. If you give me use of my limbs, I'll let go of your hair."

[requiemforthefallengodsbow]

They looked back at the selection and nodded. "Yeah, there really is. Over there, that green one? And I guess, its multicolored bretheren? The Mountain's Dew. That one is dangerous. At least it was for me, you can see I'm real small."

"What's something you like drinking from home? Maybe they've got something like it."

[desirend]

"Dangerous?" Mithrun eyes the one they had pointed out. he supposes it was only natural; such vibrant colors might very well warn people to stay away from it.

"Water and tea are what's available to me most of the time. I'd like to stay away from anything with ill-effects."

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getting to replies over the next few days now that my school work has lightened up this week! sorry for the delay ♡

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happy mithrun anime debut day! trying to get to replies i promise!

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last day of vacation + long travel day back home, so i'll hopefully get back on track with replies and starters tomorrow! (in between copious amounts of school work, of course...). applies to @thiefguild too!

[monsterappetite]

"That's what I thought it was, too. I tried convincing Chilchuck to go down there with me, but he and a few other people told me it's just a hole that kills you if you go in it." ... "And that sometimes it gets replaced with something else."

While the urge to explore certainly gnawed at his mind, there was something else, too. He may not have that duty here and now, but of anyone, Laios and Mithrun knew how dangerous dungeons were. If it was a dungeon, it would need monitoring. These weren't his people, but they were people nonetheless.

...How different it is. How different he used to think.

"...Do you think this whole place is a dungeon? All these weird areas that don't make a lot of sense put together, the way things can change. There's no one lord, but a bunch of them."

Mithrun's demeanor doesn't bother him in the slightest. If anything, he's the one person Laios could be perfectly candid around without worrying about offending him.

[desirend]

ah, so the city shifted. much like a dungeon, indeed. already can Mithrun feel himself drawn to the mystery of such a place; such an intense feeling in the center of his chest, the pit of his stomach, was never something to ignore. his misplaced desires had seemed so far out of reach, but it very suddenly felt as though one was within arms length.

if this city was a dungeon (or dungeon adjacent), it would be his duty to investigate it.

he never could shake that sense of duty.

"Multiple lords... The chaos that could come from such a thing is troubling." if one lord could wreak such havoc upon becoming unstable...what could multiple conjure up? "If the hole kills you upon entering, is revival possible? Such a thing would support your theory."

[requiemforthefallengodsbow]

"Oh, pardon me there young fellow." They were checking near the bottom for a tea or something they could drink safely. Then, they took notice of how the little fellow stood, the disinterested but studying look they gave to the selection.

"Have you got a recommendation, lil guy?"

[desirend]

young...fellow? lil guy? Mithrun looks over and down to the stranger who had approached, brows raising almost imperceptibly. interesting words, coming from what he assumed was a half-foot.

"No. I haven't tried any of these. There's...so many options to choose from."

[desirend]

he's staring at the drink selection in the convenience store, a long wall of chilled cans and bottles of various shapes and colors. how is one to make a decision when there were so many choices? people come and go, grabbing things quickly, but he's paralyzed with indecision. does he even want anything in the first place?

[kleinstar]

It's not like he'd really done anything wrong. It was just that compliments can be a double-edged sword. Eiden had just been trying to haggle price down and somehow they'd followed him all the way here.

" Nothing I just -- it seems like I accidentally flirted with one of their spouses or something, so it planted a kiss on me-- ow OW!! I didn't mean it like that! "

The wronged one drums its' little heels against Eiden's temple several times in succession.

" It called some friends and then I think the rest just joined in for giggles. They won't listen to me at all! "

[desirend]

a short, sharp exhale escapes Mithrun's lips. it could have been a chuckle, had he tried a little harder. but the fact of the matter was that he did not know this person and their circumstances-- only that their current predicament was mostly self-inflicted.

still...a little help could go a long way. he knew that all too well. if only he could use his teleportation on other people here.

he digs into a little pouch at his hip, procuring a few shiny coins. mostly worthless, but they glinted beautifully in the sunlight. he flicks them into the air, attracting the attention of the pixies.

"They're intelligent beings...but trinkets can appease them." there was no real way of him knowing that about these types of fairies, but-- well, it worked. "You might want to flee while they're distracted."

[salfxsher]

Sal only moved his head slightly when he heard the stranger address him. His buddies in this skate park knew that he was having a hard time, so they'd been giving him some space. "...Yeah, I know." He shifted slightly, then fully turned his head to get a better look at the stranger.

"I mean...I wasn't really zoning out..." He brought his hand up to his neck and rubbed it. "...Well...actually you're probably right."

[desirend]

"You were," he says, blunt and straightforward. it was always right to the point with him; why beat around the bush when being direct was so much easier? "I teleported right in front of you and you didn't even flinch. Most do, I've found." back home, teleportation magic was not an odd sight, but in this city Mithrun had garnered a few shrieks in public spaces. not from this one, though. he didn't know him in the least bit, but if there was one thing he had learned, albeit recently, it was that no one suffering should ever truly be alone.

[killjo-q]

Canaries

Green version:

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@pickslock

Mithrun is tired.

at least, his body is. it's something he's still getting used to: listening to the needs of body while navigating the new overwhelming concept that was finding things to desire. yet his mind was racing, overstimulated by the sights and the sounds of the confusing city he found himself stuck in. if he could just make it 'home' he might save himself the trouble of passing out on the sidewalk. a question remained. keep trudging along with heavy footfalls? or risk using his limited magic?

with a short exhale that could be taken as a sigh, Mithrun teleports--

--only to land much too close to someone. someone he... knows?

the world spins, suddenly.

he goes down.

[desirend]

@kleinstar

the fairies (pixies?) in the area were both similar to the ones he knew and yet nothing like them at all. similar in stature, perhaps, but these appeared entirely sentient on their own and mischievous to boot. there was no one controlling them, which made their teasing all the more humorous.

not to the one being tormented, of course.

as Mithrun approaches their little village, he stops a few paces away from a man who the pixies were trying to tug at the hair of.

"...What did you do to anger them like that?"

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@salfxsher

he cannot see this strangers face properly (the mask sees to that), but their body language speaks volumes. the slump of their shoulders like the weight of the world was upon them, the clutched hands, the general aura that screamed leave me alone. if Mithrun were a worse man, perhaps he would have obliged. but, in the end, he could only see himself mirrored in the others form. a withdrawn, troubled soul.

something compelled him to stay.

"You shouldn't zone out like that in public spaces by yourself. People could take advantage."

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@monsterappetite

after everything, Mithrun would recognize him anywhere. Laios Touden. the one he had once vowed to kill. the one he had tried to kill. the one he had then bargained with, conceded to. and the one he had then shared the largest meal of his life with. if only he could tell whether this was a blessing or curse.

"The hole at the center of the city. It's reminiscent of something that would belong in our world."

there is no greeting, no acknowledgement of their shared recent history. straight to business.

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kinda dropped the ball a few months ago but i'm here to get peepaw back on track--! little rp ad here! cap is 3, castmates exempt from the cap ♡