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Isola Affiliated RP blog for Der Freischütz from Lobotomy Corporation. Housed in Condo 429.

[devilsmarksman]

i-was-just-fifteen‌:

“Just because I don’t have my weapons doesn’t mean I’m defenseless,” She huffed. “Still a merc after all.” She could do her job as well as it was needed to.

His answer did make Red perk up a bit. “Yeah, nice to not after those annoying secretaries in my face every hour of the damn day. And none of the other annoying pests either.”

“You should adjust just fine, then. I can think of a few areas on this island that you might enjoy in your downtime.” He wondered for a moment if Red’s job would still hold up here. As far as he knew people weren’t particularly inclined to violence, and nobody truly stayed dead here. Killing was something they both were used to doing, but it was now sort of moot here. Would she truly be able to adjust?

“...What will you do with your newfound freedom?

[devilsmarksman]

Since I don’t have any control over my life here’s a starter call to get stuff rolling again! Capping at 3 for now.

[devilsmarksman]

Since I don’t have any control over my life here’s a starter call to get stuff rolling again! Capping at 3 for now.

[devilsmarksman]

opticallyenhanced‌:

“I didn’t. I came into this city and I had it on my person when I arrived. However, I have an assumption that it might be because of what happened to me in the past.”

Hefting the rifle a bit, Shalem looked it over again. He didn’t feel too much need for what was going on, but being able to say what he thought was going on did help to keep his mind clear. At least better than not having to deal with the fact he was trapped in another city.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve ended up in a place like this. I’ve done quite a bit, gone through many a trial, and now it seems that all that time there still reflects to my time here. Perhaps there’s a connection, or maybe whoever is in charge believes I went through enough as is. Either way, I have this rifle now and that’s all that matters. If you stay long enough, maybe you’ll get your own rifle back soon enough.”

How lucky of him to keep his weapon. However, judging by how he spoke the circumstances might not be as lucky to him. He seemed like a man with a past, which Frei understood and made no attempts to pry. He knew the feeling well enough.

“Maybe so. I have not been here long, but I am in no rush. Being here is infinitely better than being locked in a cell where I once was. This island is certainly strange, but with time I assume things will be made clear.” He fell silent after that, silently studying the rifle. Shalem sort of reminded him of someone that would’ve worked in the facility, though he doubted that if the chance arose he would work there. He seemed more fit as a mercenary of sorts, or an assassin. Red would get along with him for sure, if that were the case.

[devilsmarksman]

wanderereternal‌:

Luno flashed a smile. 

“Marksman! That’s a nice name. My name is Luno, and I have a lot of other titles, but those aren’t worth talking about.” He chuckled nervously and almost subconsciously fidgeted with one of his portals as he talked, spinning it around like a gear by one of the spiked ends. “It’s nice to meet you, Marksman. I haven’t been in this place for too long, but it seems like you know a lot more about this place than I do.”

He looked away from Frei and out to the rest of the island. He thought for a moment about the basic necessities to live…he knew he had access to food and water, he’d seen several eating establishments already, similar principles apply to warmth…but shelter.

“I just don’t know where I’m gonna sleep.”

Frei watched in silence as he spun a portal around. If anything he seemed rather talented, he didn’t put much thought towards making his portals and he made it seem almost effortless when it came to maintaining him. He certainly knew more about the island than him, but being a newcomer himself that knowledge wasn’t much. At most, he could show him around the wards.

When Luno began musing about his living situation, Frei tilted his head. Didn’t the city provide everything to them, at least for a time? Was he not given a home? “...were you not given housing when you first arrived?”

[devilsmarksman]

voidgivenheart‌:

The god’s many white eyes started back at him curiously. They supposed they weren’t surprised, as many seemed to fear them as they ventured through Hallownest. However, many more merely regarded them as strange. Fewer still… fewer still revered their kind. Perhaps it would be the same with humans? Would many regard them with fear and awe? Or just curiosity?

They supposed they had time to learn.

When the other didn’t push away their attempt at affection, they did it again, though it came out more like a nuzzle, like they had seen some bugs do before. Like the Grimmchild…

‘Escaped once. Would do it again,’ Was all they had to say in response. They escaped captivity, escaped death once before. What was one more time?

He wondered what could possibly contain something of their size, assuming this was not their true state. Whatever the case it failed judging by their words, and they didn’t intend on being imprisoned again. Good. Something as powerful as it shouldn’t be locked away, and he briefly wondered how much destruction the Shadelord would rain on the facility. It would serve them right. Unaccustomed to the affection they gave him, Frei did not know how to respond. He knew that typically you returned them, but nuzzling was...a bit out of character for him. A shadowy hand reached out and gently patted them on the face, feeling a bit stiff as though he weren’t used to the motion. After a moment, he spoke.

“...were there more like you, where you came from?”

[devilsmarksman]

dirrectixn‌:

@devilsmarksman​ || REGULAR STARTERS

All that information given from the persistent cab driver felt useless now. Nothing about the “housing” he’d been assigned to felt remotely like a vacation the Railway Administration had supplied. Even then, he’d have been informed and chosen a set month to take off. 

His movements had slowed from their prior panic. The weight of his uniform felt heavier than it should - hopelessness threatening to crush him and leave his body buried and forgotten underneath this endless sea of snow.

          “ Oh… Nothing about this seems right. They would have killed              me if I’d broken a rule! Nothing in the handbook said anything              about being exiled. ”

That’s what if felt like. Exile. Left to waste away on a forgotten planet; but for what reason? He’d always been careful. Strict. Diligent in his work. Always abiding by the rules. Reciting them from mere memory alone when it was necessary. Gloved hands swiped away a small mound of snow covering a park bench where he takes his seat with thumbs twirling in slow circles, thoughts swirling with them. Everything about this just bothered him so much.

What had he done wrong?

It must have taken minutes before he’d noticed someone nearby staring at him. Being so still that a small pile of snow decors the top of one’s shoulders and hat would do that. It startles him into action, shrugging off and swiping away the small mounds that’d formed with a low and nervous chuckle.

          “ M-My, My! I must have been lost in thought for a while. Say, you              wouldn’t happen to have the time, would you? ”

There’s always checking his pocket watch to get his answer, but who knows for how long he’d been out or how much time is in a day for this planet.

Despite hating being stared at, the abnormality couldn’t help but stare at the figure anxiously sitting at a bench. He looked a bit similar to himself minus the smoke, and that was enough to gain his interest. He was content to observe for the time being and mull over what he could possibly be under that large coat, when he found himself being spoken to. The time? He never carried a watch or anything on him, having learned long ago how to gauge the time by the sun’s position. After looking up for a moment, the shade responded.

“It seems like it’s a bit past one.” Satisfied with just that, Frei fell silent once more. It didn’t last long however, as his silent observation of the Conductor raised a question. He silently drifted a bit closer, but not too close as his glowing eyes studied him once again. “You seem a bit...fidgety. Are you new here, by any chance?” He knew the disorienting feeling all too well, and judging by his behavior he was likely right. He had time to kill, so he could lend a hand if it was needed.

[devilsmarksman]

i-was-just-fifteen‌:

Red huffed, sticking her tongue out under her mask. The lack of powers certainly annoyed her too. It meant she couldn’t do work as effectively as she would like. Not to mention the gun wasn’t what she considered hers. It didn’t feel right in her hands. 

“You ain’t wrong. The gun they gave me ain’t even mine. Kinda makes being able to do my job a half-assed experience,” She sighed, slouching a bit. “How’s this place treating you anyways?”

Ah, she got the short end of the deal too. These BB guns didn’t do much along the lines of actually hurting people, they simply stung. It was rather insulting to someone with his skillset, and he missed the feeling of his rifle in his hands. “Don’t expect to do any damage with it. Being defenseless in a new world is rather unappealing, but it seems like the residents here aren’t inclined to violence.”

Red’s next question took him by surprise, and the smoky plume above his head waved a bit as he thought about his answer. “...it’s nice, being able to stretch my legs again. People are still as nosy as ever, but there are many places here that I can go to be in peace.”

[devilsmarksman]

Apologies for the absence, I had some bad mental health junk going but now I’m raring to go! I have replies queued both here and on Niko’s blog, if anyone has any questions concerning threads don’t hesitate to dm me!

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Empatheorem Info

Basic Info

Frei is an old entity that has seen a lot in his travels between worlds, and the amount of memories he has from these may be a bit overwhelming when you first enter his body. You’ll mostly remember his time in the facility, which is likely not going to be pleasant to recall. Expect to see grotesque monsters and a lot of blood and death, so if you are uncomfortable with such topics please don’t switch with him! His status as a Devil means he’s killed a lot of people, and though he himself is desensitized to it it may not be the case for your muse.

However... Deep within his heart are memories that lie hidden to him, but unlike him you haven’t been cursed to forget! With my permission your muse can recall memories from his life as a human! His past is a lot kinder on the mind, but you may dig up the tragedy that led him to become who he is now...

If you linger: - You may find yourself speaking less, or being more verbose when you do speak. - You’ll find yourself drawn to quiet places. This is fine, peace is a good thing. - You begin to notice things others gloss over, and pick up on otherwise unnoticed behavior in others. - Rarely, a sense of melancholy and despair may wash over you, though you don’t know where it comes from. - You may find yourself sleeping less, and taking a lot of midnight strolls. - Even if you once felt strongly about it, you become a bit numb to the concept of death.

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[devilsmarksman]

Against my better judgement, here’s a starter call for Winterfes! Uncapped for now, but expect to see me in your DMs if I’m struggling to think of a scenario.

[devilsmarksman]

voidgivenheart‌:

That merely confused the poor god a more. They were slowly understanding that many of the beings around them were humans, at least. But… abnormality? Imprisoned? Imprisoned like their sibling perhaps? All confused them, but also sent a spark of anger through them. No one should have to suffer that.

‘Abnormality? Looks fine to self. Imprisoned? Why?’ They nudged the other with their head gently, as if in some gesture of comfort.

The god’s questioning for once did not annoy him, but he wished he knew why so he could properly respond. Humans...once confronted with something unknown, something abnormal, they whisked it away to be locked up and studied without another word. He remembered when the Corporation’s employees first found him, before he knew it he was sealed away, underground in some dingy unit.

The gentle bump pulled him from his thoughts, and it took him by surprise. Were they being affectionate? Maybe it was a gesture of comfort, imprisonment was never a happy topic. He merely accepted it, the smoky plume atop his head waving gently in an invisible breeze. “Humans...they fear what they don’t understand, and they feared me. They’ve done this to countless others, and would do the same to you if you were from my home. I am...grateful you aren’t.” Chalk it up to their weird shadowy kinship, but Frei didn’t want to see them in a similar situation.

[devilsmarksman]

gwarchtawelwch‌:

@devilsmarksman​

Sleigh rides… She’d always wanted to go on a sleigh ride. Imagine gliding through the snow in a perfect winter setting, the snow drifting idly down as she shared a seat with some dashing woman. Maybe she could even lean against her, the two of them perfect cosy and content. Sigh…

Instead she was with a giant of a person made entirely out of black smoke. How was that romantic?! It wasn’t supposed to be like this… Though, it was probably still better than she deserved. 

“…”

I mean she could just not say anything and go alone. Was that better, or even more sad? No! She couldn’t ride it alone like some ancient wintry spinster!

“So… Do you want to take a ride..? It’s a thing you do in pairs… Or so I’ve been told…”

The grove was surprisingly active despite the heavy snowfall, and the shade found his usual lurking spot filled with people seeking sleigh rides. Foxes...he didn’t know much about this tradition, but weren’t bigger animals fit to pull a sleigh? They seemed to be doing a good job, and so he found himself hovering around an empty sleigh. Should he ride? A scenic ride through nature sounded nice, but his thoughts were interrupted with a quiet voice.

Ah, it was that woman he had startled before. She certainly didn’t seem scared now, if maybe a bit shy.

“...not afraid now, are we?”  His voice didn’t carry any hint of teasing, nor amusement as he carried right on. “I was considering riding myself, so if you need company I will ride with you.” He stepped back a bit and gestured to the sleigh, allowing her to step in first. He may be a massive shadow man, but he still had manners!

[devilsmarksman]

voidgivenheart‌:

The Marksman, like how they themselves would be called The Knight, or other such titles. And yes, Der Freischutz managed to find a way to feel comfortable with it. But that didn’t answer their proper question. Looking back at their paper, then back at him.

‘What is Frei?’ This time, though, they raised one of their clawed hands to point at Der Freischutz. They meant moreso what he was as a being, not just the name.

Ahhh. So they wanted to know what he was. That was....a decidedly harder question to answer, as the marksman himself wasn’t too sure. He merely called himself a Devil due to his nature of hunting souls, but he didn’t actually know what he was. A shade? A ghost? Some kind of undead? He was at a loss, and he cast his gaze upwards in thought. It was a while before he responded, and his voice was a bit quieter.

“I am...an abnormality. It’s what the humans who once imprisoned me classified me as.”

[devilsmarksman]

voidgivenheart‌:

Even Dante doubted they could answer such a question. They were young, unaware, and didn’t know what to think of themselves. Reborn, though they were, they felt ignorant. Too young. Looking at Der Freischutz curious, they tilted their head a bit more.

‘Nice to meet. What is Der Freischutz?’ Ah. A curious one they were. Always dying to know more.

“It means ‘The Marksman.’ I do not have a true name, so that is what I’ve been called for as long as I can remember.”

He had many names, in truth. The Freeshooter, the Devil’s Assassin, the Grim Reaper...they were moreso titles than names, but they were things people called him nonetheless. They all came from fearful humans that had seen what he could do; and his current “name” came from the facility. It had a nice ring to it, but it was often a mouthful for others so he allowed them to shorten it.

“If it’s too much trouble for you to spell, you may call me Frei.”