An Eye of Gold

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“Trust me. I'm a genius.” Örjan Byström | Eoin Colfer Artemis Fowl | The Rats {{ closed RP blog for HetaBungou }}

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@butterycaffeine

Lately, Örjan hadn’t had much to do. The city was oddly silent, and as such, he was getting rather bored. With no information to hack and no buildings to burn down, he was growing rather bored. And what better way to relieve the boredom of a twelve year old than to try to rob the first person he saw?

Well, of course, Örjan was going to be more tactful than just pulling a knife on a random guy. That would get him nowhere, probably. Better to pickpocket an unsuspecting soul and leave them wondering just when they dropped their wallet.

So, once he saw someone who looked easy enough to trick, Örjan approached, putting on his best innocent kid face.

“Hey-- mister--” he said, stopping the other by tugging on his sleeve. “Can you help me?”

#butterycaffeine

@beherrrscht

Örjan was aboard the S.S. Minverva. Why? He felt like it. Sure, Viktor was busy and he couldn’t hang out with him at the moment, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to loiter about the ship and enjoy its free snacks for as long as he could. The Rats hideout was nice and all, but the food on the Minerva was just objectively better. Except for the hot dogs. Nothing could beat the hot dogs at the Mouse Trap.

As he sat on the edge of the ship, swinging his legs back and forth, Örjan became increasingly aware of someone looking at him. So, of course, he looked back, an unamused glare on his face. “...What are you looking at?”

#beherrrscht #l o l you actually liked all my starter calls lmao

i have too many muses

like for a starter from Örjan

Sliding over a shoebox with a Christmas bow on it, it contained hundreds of cards that Arlo had collected some rare some not. He wasn't sure anymore since he was busy with adult things to keep up. "Merry Christmas, hope you like it."

There’s an audible gasp from Örjan when he opens the box. Just flipping through he sees a bunch he doesn’t have. He grins widely.

“Thanks, Arlo! This is awesome!”

#ask #fakefairfolk

Arlo was now concerned for Orjan's safety, somebody was looking for him and he did not have the foggiest idea if this was good or bad. He saw him in the Rat's Club playing on his DS at a booth. "Orjan, er- can I talk to ya real quick?"

Örjan barely looked up from his DS – he’d managed to get a hold of a copy of the new Pokémon game early and was very invested. “Yeah? What is it? Is it something quick or should I save my game?”

fakefairfolk:

“No need to apologize, lad. It happens to the best of us.” Arlo gave a soft smile and a gentle pat on Örjan’s shoulder. Making a mental note to pick up some Pokemon cards, at least a night’s worth of binge drinking. “Give a call if you need anythin’.”

With a small nod, Örjan finally glanced up at Arlo. “...Okay. I will.” He paused a bit more, then scooted out of the booth. With one last glance at Arlo, and a mumbled thank you, he left the bar.

#fakefairfolk #end

Arlo was now concerned for Orjan's safety, somebody was looking for him and he did not have the foggiest idea if this was good or bad. He saw him in the Rat's Club playing on his DS at a booth. "Orjan, er- can I talk to ya real quick?"

Örjan barely looked up from his DS – he’d managed to get a hold of a copy of the new Pokémon game early and was very invested. “Yeah? What is it? Is it something quick or should I save my game?”

fakefairfolk:

“Er- you sure you’re all good? Want someone to walk ya home?” Arlo paused in his pacing and went back to the bar digging around the back until he got a juice box. He walked back around and handed the juice box to Örjan, eyebrows knitted and a frown.

Örjan quietly accepted the juice box, but just held onto it, his appetite for even his favorite juice gone. “No, I’m okay,” he mumbled. “I can get home on my own just fine. Sorry for freaking out.” All the while he just stared down, avoiding eye contact.

A smol just shows up unannounced at his place and kind of silently clings to him. It's been a rough day.

Viktor hadn’t expect to suddenly have anyone come and cling to him, especially not Örjan, with the kid’s big tough outward appearance. He gave him an odd look but did place his hand on the other’s back.

“What’s up? You seem a little off today.”

gonchiye:

Viktor looked at Örjan curiously as he explained what had happened. “Well, by the sound of it it could just possibly be some sort of hoax. You haven’t met this person the Rats member was talking about, so there could be a good chance you won’t have to. You shouldn't’t trust what is said quite yet.” He gave the other’s shoulder a squeeze. “Do you want to sit down?”

Örjan didn’t reply right away, only giving a small nod in response to Viktor’s question. With his head hurting again, he just continued to hold onto Viktor, his hands bunching up the man’s jacket. “...I don’t wanna think about it anymore. Every time I do, my head hurts. I don’t know why...”

A smol just shows up unannounced at his place and kind of silently clings to him. It's been a rough day.

Viktor hadn’t expect to suddenly have anyone come and cling to him, especially not Örjan, with the kid’s big tough outward appearance. He gave him an odd look but did place his hand on the other’s back.

“What’s up? You seem a little off today.”

gonchiye:

“You sure about that? You don’t often come to me for this.” Viktor gave Örjan’s back a gentle rub before squeezing his shoulder. It would take a lot more to try and convince Viktor that he was okay. Örjan’s hadn’t come in as his prancing self, so certainly at least something had to be up.

“Something seems to be up.”

There was another grumble, and Örjan waited a moment before speaking again.

“...Something happened today. I dunno what. One of the Rats met someone who... who said they knew me.” He glanced up at Viktor, brow furrowed. “I didn’t remember them... but... I dunno. My head started to hurt. A-And then he... he said the guy said my parents were killed...” Örjan’s grip on Viktor tightened slightly. “...My head hurts again.”

A smol just shows up unannounced at his place and kind of silently clings to him. It's been a rough day.

Viktor hadn’t expect to suddenly have anyone come and cling to him, especially not Örjan, with the kid’s big tough outward appearance. He gave him an odd look but did place his hand on the other’s back.

“What’s up? You seem a little off today.”

A muffled grumble was Örjan’s response, his face hidden from view. He hated feeling weak and clingy; he was above childish things, after all! Well, most childish things anyway. But regardless, it wasn’t often he sought comfort, but the events of the day had left him shaken and all he wanted was a little affection now.

“...’m fine.”

Arlo was now concerned for Orjan's safety, somebody was looking for him and he did not have the foggiest idea if this was good or bad. He saw him in the Rat's Club playing on his DS at a booth. "Orjan, er- can I talk to ya real quick?"

Örjan barely looked up from his DS – he’d managed to get a hold of a copy of the new Pokémon game early and was very invested. “Yeah? What is it? Is it something quick or should I save my game?”

fakefairfolk:

Arlo immediately let go of Örjan and retracted his hand, he frowned trying to think of what to do. He moved the apple juice further away so he wouldn’t knock it over, and he shimmied out of the booth to give the other more space. God- why am I so bad at this?

“Örjan, you dinnae have to remember anythin’ just take some deep breaths. Count to ten.” He paced within close range of the other. Maybe I should get ice- maybe I should call an ambulance- maybe a blanket- do we have blankets? He was hard pressed to leave the other one, really he just needed a good distraction… Or Tylenol for Migraines.

Örjan didn’t reply, eyes still shut, his entire frame trembling. Very slowly, the headache began to fade, and Örjan was left shaken, but okay. After a few moments, he lowered his hands and opened his eyes, staring at the table in front of him.

After several moments, he finally spoke, his voice quiet. “...I think I’m gonna go home.”

Arlo was now concerned for Orjan's safety, somebody was looking for him and he did not have the foggiest idea if this was good or bad. He saw him in the Rat's Club playing on his DS at a booth. "Orjan, er- can I talk to ya real quick?"

Örjan barely looked up from his DS – he’d managed to get a hold of a copy of the new Pokémon game early and was very invested. “Yeah? What is it? Is it something quick or should I save my game?”

fakefairfolk:

Arlo frowned at the response, and his mouth dropped when Örjan reacted as if he was in pain. He reached across the table to gently grab Örjan’s shoulder, for reassurance. “Örjan, it’s okay. If you dinnae know him then it was probably some random government agent. Which is still bad, but doable.”

He did not believe his own words, but he just wanted to get Örjan to calm down.

The moment Arlo grabbed Örjan’s shoulder, he flinched and yelped, trying to back up against the booth. “Let go of me!” he shouted, still gripping his head. “My head... it hurts...” His voice came out a whimper. Örjan shook his head, trying to focus. “I can’t-- I can’t remember...! I...”

There was something there, that memory still, but it only made his headache worse, refusing to surface.

#fakefairfolk #oof low rolls

Arlo was now concerned for Orjan's safety, somebody was looking for him and he did not have the foggiest idea if this was good or bad. He saw him in the Rat's Club playing on his DS at a booth. "Orjan, er- can I talk to ya real quick?"

Örjan barely looked up from his DS – he’d managed to get a hold of a copy of the new Pokémon game early and was very invested. “Yeah? What is it? Is it something quick or should I save my game?”

fakefairfolk:

“Woah- It’s okay. I didn’t tell him that I knew you or even where you were.” Orjan looked upset, so he slid out of the booth for a moment, went to the bar, and got some apple juice for the kid. He set the apple juice next to Orjan, and he slide back into the booth.

“He knew you by name is all, and er- he said somethin’ really odd. It was about your parents… and er- how they were … killed.”

Örjan barely noticed Arlo get up and leave, his thoughts racing as he tried to figure out what could be going on. He definitely didn’t remember anyone named Berwald, so why then was he reacting like this?

When Arlo returned and spoke, Örjan finally looked back up at him. “W-What?” He shook his head. “No, I-- I don’t know about that, I-I don’t have parents. H-He has the wrong person.”

Quite suddenly, a pain blossomed in Örjan’s head causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, gripping the side of his head. It was like something was there, a memory, but he just couldn’t retrieve it.

Arlo was now concerned for Orjan's safety, somebody was looking for him and he did not have the foggiest idea if this was good or bad. He saw him in the Rat's Club playing on his DS at a booth. "Orjan, er- can I talk to ya real quick?"

Örjan barely looked up from his DS – he’d managed to get a hold of a copy of the new Pokémon game early and was very invested. “Yeah? What is it? Is it something quick or should I save my game?”

fakefairfolk:

“Er- he claims to know you. And he said somethin’ else, which I’ll get to, and so I know you’re runnin’ from the government and stuff, but are you runnin’ from other family members?” Arlo’s own brow was furrowed, he was concerned for the other especially in terms of safety. He was trying to go slow just in case this was an abuser and Örjan did not want to necessarily share that.

“Maybe he has the wrong person, ‘cause I don’t-- I don’t know anyone like that...” Örjan’s expression remained confused, only growing more so by the moment. Unconsciously, he gripped the side of his arms. “I don’t remember any family... so-- so he must have the wrong person...”

Arlo was now concerned for Orjan's safety, somebody was looking for him and he did not have the foggiest idea if this was good or bad. He saw him in the Rat's Club playing on his DS at a booth. "Orjan, er- can I talk to ya real quick?"

Örjan barely looked up from his DS – he’d managed to get a hold of a copy of the new Pokémon game early and was very invested. “Yeah? What is it? Is it something quick or should I save my game?”

fakefairfolk:

“Save your game, I dinnae know how long this will take.” Arlo took a deep breath, and waited for Örjan to save his game and set his DS down. He rapped his knuckles against the table from nerves. “This er- man was sayin’ that he knew you and was lookin’ for you. Berwald or somethin’. Do you know him?”

After saving his game and closing his DS, Örjan glanced over to Arlo. Anything he was going to say though turned to silence when Arlo spoke. He paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Berwald...? No, I don’t think so...” Even as he answered though, something felt off.

Arlo was now concerned for Orjan's safety, somebody was looking for him and he did not have the foggiest idea if this was good or bad. He saw him in the Rat's Club playing on his DS at a booth. "Orjan, er- can I talk to ya real quick?"

Örjan barely looked up from his DS -- he’d managed to get a hold of a copy of the new Pokémon game early and was very invested. “Yeah? What is it? Is it something quick or should I save my game?”

#ask #and by get a hold of i mean he stole it #fakefairfolk

gonchiye replied to your post: FUCK.

ÖRJAN NO

DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO, DAD.

FUCK.

#open #let Örjan say fuck

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