THE DAY IS MINE.

kny-affiliated bloodhound of apex legends, as penned by eden. read rules & app before interacting.

[aienkienrp]

hello! if no one has beaten me to the punch, i would like to app bloodhound from apex legends. app is at /app, and my ooc contact is @osmiumthrone on twitter. thanks!

Welcome to Koi, Bloodhound!

You have opted out of the Project and will be roomed in Belladonna Studios! Beast of the Hunt has been confiscated. Per request, you may keep Artur. Your welcome package contains a tracking kit, some sweaters for Artur in the cold months, and a CD of jokes!

✿ Eclipse Mod.

[felagifighter]

whalingbones‌:

‘ i am not at all accustomed to this many people all at once, ’ he says quietly, taking a pause to breathe as if he forgot he needed to do that. because, in a way, he had. ‘ i thought i could…grow more comfortable with it on my own, if this is where i’m supposed to be living. it didn’t work as intended. ’

his savior is strangely dressed, to be sure, but they certainly aren’t the strangest person he’s seen so far. the raven is a bit of a surprise, mostly because of its calm demeanor in the face of this many people.

‘ your bird is very well behaved, ’ he adds. ‘ does it serve a purpose, or is it just for companionship? ’

exposure therapy is not a method that works for everyone. the boy is possessed of some bravery to try such a thing on his own. it’s commendable behavior, but perhaps wasn’t something very well thought through.

no one can fault him for his attempt. 

❝ you need not push yourself so hard right away. ❞

artur eyes the outsider a bit, appearing to know that he’s being talked about.

❝ thank you. he is good for both, ❞ bloodhound explains. ❝ in addition to being quite blind without his assistance, i like having him around. ❞

[felagifighter]

gharetospal‌:

“Heh. Smart little guy, huh?”

He lets the tension fade from his posture, though he remains apologetic regardless–overstepping boundaries has never been his style, intentionally or otherwise. A treat is offered up to the bird, which he now focuses his attention on.

“We don’t have these where I come from. The…” There’s no word for raven in the code of the translator he’s using, and so he can only gesture blankly. “I didn’t even see an animal with feathers until I was thirteen–and that was a giant flesh-ripping proto-raptor.”

He waggles another strip of meat in front of Arthur’s face, fascinated by the way the bird moves his head.

“Have you always had him? You seem inseparable.”

the raven follows the food with his head, eyes tracking every move gharet makes with it. when finally offered, artur snaps it up greedily. bloodhound sighs at the action. some things never change.

❝ i don’t believe that we have proto-raptors in the outlands, but we do have rather large flying reptiles. they are simply called flyers, and, unfortunately, they do not have any feathers. ❞

artur hops onto the back of their seating, and turns his watchful eyes to the surrounding area.

❝ i haven’t always had him. something happened, you see, and i had need of a companion that could help me recover. ❞

[felagifighter]

whalingbones‌:

call it a fool’s errand, call it a failed experimentation in exposure therapy, call it a vain attempt at making connections. the outsider had made an attempt, just this once, to venture out into the city in search of…what? answers? he wasn’t even sure what questions to ask.

this was the reason why he was currently standing frozen like a wolfhound in the tracks of an oncoming rail car. there are far, far too many people. so many more than he’s ever had to deal with at once in all four thousand years of his existence. it seems a decent amount of the population had the same idea as him, unless this was typical for the city. that thought makes him doubt if he would ever leave his quarters again.

he’s well entranced with the droning white noise of the people around him that a sudden voice catches him off guard. he jumps, he knows he jumps, and he despises knowing that he looks this skittish.

‘ i…yes. ’ once again, he has a new batch of questions, looking at his new companion. but he’s not going to ask any of those.

bloodhound does not know the boy, and therefore has no basis upon which to form judgement. they act merely out of concern, and with a nod, carefully escort him to the fresh air outside the store.

❝ i still get that way in crowds sometimes, myself, ❞ they explain, now that they are both free from the rush of people. artur puffs up as if in agreement. no one likes being entirely surrounded.  ❝ it is nothing to be ashamed of. ❞

the boy handled himself better than they would have at his age, at the very least.

❝ are you feeling any better? ❞

[felagifighter]

@gharetospal from here !

the hunter figured that octavio would do just about anything on a dare; the younger man loves the attention. even so, they can’t exactly picture him being the type to eat bugs of any kind. it’s enough to get bloodhound to force air out of their nose in the beginnings of a laugh.

gharet’s compliment catches them off guard, but when they see that arthur is the intended recipient, they relax. the way he scrambles to clarify himself is endearing, if nothing else.

❝ careful with that kind of talk. arthur understands, and it’ll go to his head. ❞

[felagifighter]

⊹ @whalingbones

perhaps they are considered outlandish even among the people of the outlands for their secrecy and guarded behavior, but bloodhound has quickly adjusted to not being the one and only person that sticks out in a room.

there is a young man standing almost bow-legged in his discomfort; their scan of the establishment reveals the size of the crowd responsible. the people have all appeared in a rush for some kind of event, and that alone is enough to make the hunter want to leave.

before they make their escape, though, they approach the boy. he could do just as well with some fresh air, they think. no one deserves to feel overwhelmed.

❝ are you alright? come on, let’s go outside. ❞

[felagifighter]

elliotwit‌:

Sure, he hadn’t known Bloodhound all that well at home, but. Familiar was…nice. And despite his multitude of insecurities, he’d never suspected Bloodhound of actively disliking him. Elliott knew he could be a lot, but he’d always respected the hunter’s need for privacy. Isolation was not something that ever particularly helped him, but a person like Blood…. It added up.

Funny, seeing them unmasked. Lotta people across the Systems were obsessed with the mask they used to cover up their visage, to the point replicas were amongst the more popular items of Apex paraphernalia.

He wonders, briefly, if it’s a relief that this hell-fucking-island provides them more opportunity to wander freely, unrecognisable.

Good for them, if so.

“Hey – heyyyy!” he exclaims with a wry chuckle, tilting his head. His cheeks are still slightly flushed – Bloodhound had clearly just observed him carrying him out a discussion with their aviary companion but – “It’s – s’good to see you! Path, Octavio – they told me you were here! Didn’t know whether I’d run into you or not. It’s, uh. It’s been a hell of a week.”

He pats the empty bench beside him in invitation.

“Been a while, huh? I, uh. Just got here. Apparently I was here before? Dunno what the fuck that’s about but u-uh. If – if you got any….questions about …planet? Topside? Whatever.  Just wanna catch up? How you – uh. Been?”

He winces slightly at the question.

He’s gotta learn to know when to ask people trapped here longer than he that question.

Pathfinder had taught him the answer isn’t always happy.

❝ it is good to see you, too. ❞ their words are punctuated by arthur, who is now happily settled in. 

being unknown does, in fact, provide much-missed comfort. the wariness that comes with trying to maintain privacy amidst their widespread popularity and the rumor mill generated by the press is exhausting. they do not take these smaller freedoms for granted, even though they are by all accounts being held captive.

❝ i have not seen much of octavio yet — he ran into me, once. literally. i imagine he doesn’t stay in one place for long. ❞

bloodhound doesn’t know octane that well, but they suppose there’s no harm in trying to get a hold of him again later. that energy of his is perhaps the largest hurdle to work themselves over if they want to have a conversation.

they take a seat on the bench, and arthur begins playing with their hair.

❝ pathfinder, though... he’s been very helpful. i believe he has been here the longest. if you were here before, i am afraid i don’t remember. maybe i missed you. ❞

the hunter knows that there are others who desperately want or need to be returned home, and while they haven’t reached that point, they do feel restless. 

❝ i’m fine. just... bored, i think. ❞

[felagifighter]

@fightforanswers // dreamscape starter.

bloodhound often dreams of their past, but this is entirely different. they hadn’t rightly anticipated such a vivid deliverance of memory, and it feels as though they are in the old hangar again.

the soreness in their muscles, the pins and needles sensation in their extremities, and dull headache suggests that this is post-reset. they are unsure of the exact number. when they open their eyes, a more detailed vision flares to life, and they are greeted by a terribly missed sight.

❝ bloodhound, you were spacing out again. are you sure you are alright? any unusual symptoms? i can contact the doctors. ❞

saga is docked across from them, her optic fixed expectantly upon them. the titan always had a tendency to worry when the pilot went in for a procedure.

❝ i am fine, saga, i promise. ❞

❝ if you say so. i do not know why they keep scheduling you for resets. you are already strong, and when you come out of it, it takes time for you to recover. ❞

the titan shifts in the dock, as if trying to convey her discomfort with the situation, but nothing can be done. ❝ oh, by the way, a MRVN wandered in here while you were gone. it did not look like one of the units that is usually delegated to the hangar. i can’t leave the dock, so i could not check. is it still here? ❞

❝ let me see. ❞

the pilot gets up, and starts looking around. they find the unit in question, but already assessing it is someone more familiar. 

❝ pathfinder? what are you doing here? ❞

in that moment, they blink, and see the image of themselves years younger, guiding saga’s aforementioned worker bot in the direction it needs to go. their past self then returns to the bench and continues conversing with the titan.

bloodhound, as they are now, tears their gaze from the scene and back to their friend. ❝ are you — how did you get here? ❞

[felagifighter]

elliotwit‌:

Okay.

Sure. He’d been apparently transported into an alternate dimension and yes, that was still not something he was entirely able to actually wrap his head around entirely yet, but. His anxiety had caused him to spiral out of control as a result of much less frightening situations, so. He should be proud of that fact, technically!

Admittedly, this was definitely all thanks to Pathfinder and his efforts to care for Mirage in this unfamiliar world, as well as the other glimpses of familiar faces he’d caught during his time here.

It meant he wasn’t stranded here alone, at the very least.

It had got him wondering, however, that if multiple people from his own world – timeline, dimension, what -have-you – had ended up here, what that might mean.

Like perhaps when they declared his brothers MIA, could it mean that they have…ended up here?

The Archimedes Ward is the last of the four districts he had left to try and explore, and he’d taken today as an opportunity to wander. The calendar Path kept on his apartment wall had allowed Elliott to work out it had been approximately a week and a half since he arrived here,  and thus, it was high time he actually took some time to traverse it.

It’s unlikely he’ll spot Vahid, or Ramin, or Suki here – or anywhere in this city but – it wasn’t like he had exactly anything else going on, he might as well dedicate his time spent in this realm trying.

It boggles his mind each time just how damn different each part of this city was, but the Archimedes Ward was more far removed from the universe he grew up in than any of the others.

He had at least been able to detect some small reminders of home from the others’, this was….like nothing he’d ever seen before.

He is proved wrong in an unfortunately, disturbingly way, when he catches the scent of…what could only be described as a particular brand of seasoned Leviathan meat, that was a renowned speciality of Solace. Yeah, anything seemed to be possible when it came to here, but he thinks he might have at the very least spotted a bloody Leviathan were there any actually here. Was this place so fucked up that it actually preyed upon his own memories?

Elliott finds himself wandering the street for some time, torn between a warm comfort of familiarity, as well as one of deep-rooted loss. He does not end up buying or even sampling anything, but rather, makes his way back towards one of the more peaceful areas of the district. There’s a body of water, at the very least, where people seem to be taking some joy leaping in, swimming and hollering in delight. Elliott slumps into a nearby bench, emotionally exhausted but taking some small comfort in watching other peoples’ glee in this instance.

Others were seated upon the surrounding benches, flicking stray breadcrumbs for the inhabiting birds to feed upon. Elliott watches idly, now feeling a little reluctant he didn’t pick up any food from the market after all – it would be a nice activity to join in on – when a large, black raven lands amongst them and caws loudly.

No one else pays much attention, but Elliott jolts upwards in surprise. It – it might just be coincidence but Octavio and Path had both said Bloodhound was here and – well, Elliott had seen Arthur in the Ring as well around the HQ to – 

He was by no measures a bird-watcher, but he sees Arthur tilt his head in his direction.

Well. Wasn’t like he was renowned here. Sure, he felt some small measure of embarrassment that people might be watching and judging him for talking to a bird, but in all honesty, he’d seen people do much more bizarre acts during their time here.

“Uh. Arthur. Right? Yeah? Arthur? Y-y–you’re Bloodhound’s —” he stops and swallows, suddenly self-conscious as to how to refer the bird with regard to their relationship with the hunter. Bloodhound kept mostly to themself, and whilst polite, they were not a person Elliott claimed to know well by any length or measure.

“…friend!” He finishes, lamely, wincing as he does so. But nothing for it to press on. “Blood – Bloodhound – they around? Nearby? I mean. If they’re. If you’re actually Arthur and I haven’t just been talking to a random raven for the last five minutes. I –”

He scratches the nape of his neck and glances around. He’s drawing looks alright, and his cheeks are burning but– 

Well. Fuck. With any luck, he wouldn’t see any of these people bar those from his universe ever again, so, what did it matter?

Did nothing to reassure the anxiety of looking foolish in public hammering behind his chest, but what was done was done.

bloodhound was similarly lucky to have located pathfinder within the day of their arrival; the MRVN had been of great assistance in abating the hunter’s worries. they are under no illusions about the purpose of the island. it is an experiment. all of it, from the land itself to the compartmentalized residences, is carefully engineered.

judging from their captors’ tendency toward the apocalyptic, it is either progressing very poorly or working as intended. bloodhound is not sure which outcome would begrieve them more.

all they know is that they want to return home. idleness does not suit them, and they miss the arena so.

bloodhound’s nature forces them into isolation more often than they’d like, hours upon hours spent between the lonely branches of the mistwood and the comfort of their room. meeting new people is not on their list of priorities.

when they do decide to walk amidst the city folk, the quieter areas of archimedes and cotes receive preferential treatment. arthur has taken a liking to archimedes in particular. the ward is home to a public outdoor recreational area, and a massive pool. bloodhound doesn’t care much for swimming, but their corvid companion was quick to realize that the people liked to feed the birds.

he disembarks from the hunter’s shoulder as they pass the park entrance, swooping down to the benches to catch crumbs. bloodhound tries to scold him, but he’s already gone.

they are able to navigate slowly by the sound of arthur’s begging caws, but those are brought to a stop by a familiar voice. they’re in plainclothes, and as such know they won’t be recognized unless they speak. mirage’s effort to hold a conversation with arthur threatens to draw a laugh out of them. 

after getting their fill of amusement, they approach, crouch down next to mirage, and coax arthur back onto their shoulder.

❝ þú ert gráðugur, ❞ they say, tapping under the raven’s beak with one finger. ❝ i’ve already fed you plenty today. ❞

as they draw back up, they tuck loose hairs behind their ear, and turn to address elliott.

❝ yes. i am, in fact, around. hello, mirage. ❞

[felagifighter]

stimsprint‌:

“Clueless has become like a middle name ever since I arrived, that’s for sure”

Octane stretches, making the most out of having to stay put for the conversation, even if it…. isn’t the most polite thing to do. “Talk of the town has it that it’s some sort of weird social experiment. Doesn’t seem very productive to me, these people are so boring.”

❝ that does appear to be the case. productive or otherwise, i don’t care for it. ❞

arthur’s head bobs, as if in agreement. the city is larger than most in the outlands, but everything seems to move at a slower pace. there is less excitement. the hunter understands why the daredevil is restless.

❝ how are you occupying yourself? i don’t think many death-defying jumps can be made without a jump pack. ❞

[felagifighter]

stimsprint‌:

“OH, BLOTH” starts the runner excitedly “¿How come you’re here? Like sí, it’s great to see you and all but yanno” he continues without making an attempt to stand up just yet (Gotta read whatever he was trying to get into first…………… if he could remember for the life of him what it was) it’s then that, with a sigh of frustration due to not being able to find the article, he pockets his device, brings his hands behind his shoulders and stands back on his feet with a kick-up

“¿I mean am I ever fine? I’m always wrecked but that’s part of the fun” as always, pointed with his descriptive chuckle. “So about my first question…”

❝ you know what i meant, félagi. but... i have no idea. am i correct in assuming that you are similarly clueless? ❞

they would feel somewhat better if anyone had answers. having familiar people around is the positive view of things, but they wouldn’t have wished more legends here. pathfinder is already well-adjusted, it seems, but they have yet to feel settled in any sense.

maybe it’s being trapped like an animal in a cage that sets bloodhound on edge.

[felagifighter]

skillxhunter‌:

“This place has a habit of creating such terrible bad luck when visited, I’m just as surprised,” Chrollo admitted, head tilting just slightly to the right, his bangs falling over the tattoo in the middle of his forehead. He smiled after a moment. “That’s an interesting getup. Really fits the desolated apocalypse of this place. You trying to hide from someone?” It’s none of his business, his tone said that much.

Still, his grey eyes dragged over Bloodhound’s body, the bird on their shoulder, down to the mask. He already theorized and had it confirmed not long ago people here were dragged from other realities. Worlds as it were. So it made Chrollo wonder where this one came from. These thoughts were merely exciting in place of his usual habits.

❝ i prefer my privacy, ❞ they say simply, ❝ but i am not hiding from anyone. ❞

the stranger has little room to be talking about unusual get-ups. his outfit is far from suited for lengthy outdoor exploration. it’s almost funny. arthur becomes easily fixated on his gaudy earrings.

❝ you may call me bloodhound. i am a hunter. ❞

specifying their prey is hardly important. they are known across the outlands for their supremacy over both the planetary fauna and the legends of the arena. 

[felagifighter]

skillxhunter‌:

@felagifighter for a starter

Yesteryear felt like a place that held riches. Honestly, the rumors told him exactly that so of course someone who enjoyed treasure simply for the thrill of finding and obtaining it, Chrollo spent much time in these ruins. There’s something strange about them, the occasional creature, every so often something mechanical showed up, and the misfortune that falls on those who enter… Couldn’t help but create an idea of the dark continent. He smiled.

How exciting.

So he walked among the streets, hands in his pockets as he adjusted to his surroundings, allowing his En to feel around him. Small animals that ran from his malicious aura, he wasn’t surprised. The occasional robot he touched made no reaction to his Nen. Obvious. Then he felt something… A little more human shaped, a little more recognizable. He opened his eyes and looked ahead.

He waited.

yesteryear’s reputation for misfortune has not slipped past the hunter; a weight hangs over the ruins, and bloodhound is sure to treat the grounds with respect as they traverse them. arthur perches on their shoulder, having returned from an exploratory flight.

nothing poses an immediate threat; those that make their homes here are rather fearful, retreating as the hunter passes.

unusual.

the sonar from their eye of the allfather reveals another layer of the mystery — a massive underground area, with numerous winding passages. something to look into another time, after they’ve learned everything they can about the surface.

arthur alerts when they come out into the open, making bloodhound aware of a second human presence. 

❝ greetings, ❞ they start, masked eyes glancing across the stranger’s form. ❝ i hadn’t expected to meet someone else here. ❞

[felagifighter]

fightforanswers‌:

Pathfinder follows the hunter at his own pace, trusting that they will lead him along a safe route as he buries his focus in a massive tome of a book. He’d stolen it hoping it would provide some answers, but, the description of demonic forms it contains don’t match what he’s looking for.

At the mention of his power situation, he finally tears his gaze away from the pages and looks at them. A frowning emote briefly flashes across his screen, and he hurries to catch up and walk at their side.

“I can still be useful!” he protests, closing the book and tucking it under one arm. “If we can’t fight them face-to-face, we should try trapping them! We could climb up a tree and drop a net on them, or push them into a river.”

Absently, he turns his other hand and curls and uncurls his fingers. A faint crackle of electricity sparks between the digits, a tiny bolt of lightning that leaves a pleasant tingling sensation in its wake. It’s bright, and pretty, and he’s fascinated with it.

“And we have these weird powers to help us! What did you get?”

❝ i am not doubting you or your ability, my friend. i’m just concerned about time, ❞ bloodhound explains, quick to offer reassurance. if pathfinder shuts down before their reapers are taken care of, he will be in danger. they won’t leave him.

a quiet ghost of a laugh escapes them at the MRVN’s suggestions. while innovative and sure to work on common people, the hunter thinks more direct action is required. 

❝ i do not think a net or a river would be enough to stop these creatures in particular. something tells me they’ll just keep going. ❞

they do not want to entertain the thought of their replica finding them first. arthur is dispatched, an eye in the sky for threats.

❝ i received invisibility; not quite as damaging as a bolt of lightning, but it should help us just the same. all i need is one good strike. ❞

[felagifighter]

@fightforanswers // fantasia war pt 2

the eclipse has appeared again, its return an omen of battles to come. for now, island residents must face the threat of ghostly, unfeeling replicas. the former pilot feels rather under-equipped for the task at hand, but hopefully the invisibility bestowed upon them is enough to make up for it.

❝ so, my friend — i understand you are at the mercy of your remaining battery life, but if you would like to join me in hunting us a bit of safety...  ❞

bloodhound cares not for being under the eye of a relentless pursuer, and cares less for the thought of pathfinder having to fight alone in his low-powered state.

❝ we can wait for them to find us, but a head-on fight might not be wise in this situation. ❞

[felagifighter]

fightforanswers‌:

@felagifighter

He releases the bowstring after a few seconds of hesitation, and the arrow zips across the field to bury itself in the target’s upper thigh. Frustrated, Pathfinder lowers his weapon and runs the eighth brief check of his motor functions that morning. The straw dummy sways slightly on its makeshift stand, taunting him, its upper body entirely untouched by his attempts.

Even with his low power dilemma, there’s nothing that would suggest a loss in calibration or visual accuracy. Although the evidence points towards the fact he’s simply unskilled with a bow, he refuses to accept the truth. The MRVN turns and trudges back towards his companion with a frown plainly visible on his screen.

“I miss the guns that we used in the Games,” he mopes. “Bloodhound, am I doing something wrong? My accuracy has never been this terrible before, and this is an obsolete weapon! It should be easy to use!”

they’ve watched the MRVN fire several shots into the poor practice dummy, each growing in inconsistency to match his frustration. bloodhound has been content to observe, for the most part — but when pathfinder asks for their advice, they can’t help but oblige.

❝ bows tend to be harder to use than guns; much more of their accuracy is dependent on your form. you’ve mostly got it right, ❞ they say. ❝ but you are a bit impatient. ❞ 

pathfinder doesn’t have to worry about how breathing will affect his trajectory, but positioning is still important.

❝ here, when you draw back your arm, you must keep it straight. don’t pull back too far, and don’t grip the bow too tightly. ❞

[felagifighter]

stimsprint‌:

@felagifighter

Running is wonderful. It’s amazing. Even when Octavio’s body definitely hates it and makes it want to Stop— it’s just part of the experience.

Apparently, being on whatever this new phone is trying to figure it out WHILE running on a very busy street is also a part of the experience (absolutely) and….. bound to very harshly bump on someone else.

which is. exactly what happens. (oops)

“OOF-“ octane trips, falls very unelegantly and is already apologizing before turning completely around “ey- ey! i’m sorry but y’know ¿¿a run gets the best outta us right??”

they do little more than grunt from the impact; arthur is the one who reacts more strongly, loudly cawing his opinion of the disturbance. the hunter is quick to quiet their avian companion, not looking to make any sort of scene.

when they’re able to make out the stranger’s form and hear his voice, however, they are instantly more understanding. whatever powers that be on the island seem a bit keen on selecting apex games competitors.

❝ octane. ❞ they greet him with a nod. bloodhound was never quite one to socialize with their fellow competitors outside of the ring, only reaching acquaintance status with some.

❝ there’s no need to apologize, my friend. you’re the one who took the fall — are you all right? ❞