The first, bright stars in the dark of the world

OFF Guardians Ask/RP blog. SFW. Current M!A: none. Written by Trashmun. Be sure to read the rules! Follows from @Bismark-Shipwright.

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[gardien-grande]

hella-bad-off-ocs‌:

Sapphire goes back to hastily filling out her papers as he speaks. Just because he’s returned from the grave to haunt her doesn’t mean she’s got an excuse to slack off. Schedules must be kept for the Zone to run. He’d know that better than anyone.

“I’d sooner die than lose my nerve from something as trivial as a new job. It’s hardly any different from Shachihata. Just a bit more papers and having to occasionally get my hands dirty. Nothing out of my skill set.”

The Starry Eyed Guardian raises her gaze for a moment composing a mental list of less than obvious changes in Zone 1. Not many come to mind. Unlike Bismark, things in Zone 1 ran plenty smoothly already when she took over.

“Aside from the new diets due to Sage’s reconstruction of Bismark, and a delivery system to distribute meals to the workers I’d say not much has changed. The mine workers have a bit more backbone but the same level of common sense…. Oh and The Pest. That warped vision of Demi calling himself Prophet. Enochs prodigal son routinely invades Alma preaching his revoltingly persuasive sermons to my workers. Usually I intervene before any leave with him. By that I mean I shove my foot so far up his ass he can taste it even over all the sugar he shovels down his throat. I’d advise you to do the same if you see him. Do be careful not to attack the reasonable version though. Seems something’s split him physically and mentally down each path. In case you’ve finally gone senile, that means there’s two of him. Don’t kill the smaller one.”

“Not senile yet, kiddo. Wasn’t aware they were teaching that kind of vocabulary in kindergarten.”

At the mention of Demi, Dedan’s expression shifts to something a bit more complicated. It’s a bit hard to tell exactly what he’s thinking. 

“Little hard to tell which is the smaller one without seeing them in person. However, I can assure you that if anyone tries to start shit in this zone, I won’t hold back when I kick their ass. In any case, I suppose nothing’s too different, then. The workers are still workers and we have some sort of ‘holy man’ causing trouble. Nothing seems to change on that front.”

[gardien-grande]

Your son? Isn't he where you left him? He doesn't seem the type to move about.

“...”

She doesn’t answer right away, instead moving with silent footsteps to peek around the corner into Hugo’s room. Upon seeing her son contentedly scribbling away, she lets out a quiet, almost relieved sigh. 

“Oh good... I was worried I might have... Ah, but it doesn’t matter. But how long has it been... How long...?”

[gardien-grande]

Slowly, ever so slowly, the queen straightens up and looks around.

“Ah... My son... Where is my son?”

[the-haunted-home]

“Welcome one, welcome all to Haunted Home! Here we have a reserve specifically for many beautiful ghost pokemon! Are you perchance looking for a new partner? Because I guarantee someone here is looking for you~”

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[gardien-grande]

27, Dedan. 49, Hugo. 50, Japhet!!

OC Asks!

27. What kind of childhood did your character have? [Dedan]

{ Being a golem, Dedan never had a proper ‘childhood’, so to speak. There was, however, a time where he was still learning about the world he was brought into. He was a lot more approachable then, just a curious soul who was trying to learn one thing at a time. }

49. Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush? [Hugo]

{ Hugo does enjoy sweets, but they are a rare treat. He’s never been in a situation where he had enough to get a sugar rush. If he were to get a sugar rush though, he’d probably just get fidgety. }

50. If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? [Japhet]

{ Japhet is probably the most experienced with death out of the guardians. He’s experienced it several times before, only to inevitably reform later. Usually he’ll resign to his fate, but he will do his best to go out with a fight. In the event of an impending final death, however? That might be one of the few things that frightens him. He’d probably spend the time he has left making sure he is remembered. }

[bismark-shipwright]

Vader Eloha, Castle in the Sky, please. :3

[gardien-grande]

"MY LOVE, HELP ME!" "L O N G L I V E T H E Q U E E N"

{ XD Thanks for reading! }

[bismark-shipwright]

Japhet, Tuesdays.

[gardien-grande]

{ Just a page full of Hugo doodles ft. some spectres! Also an older Hugo as an added bonus~ }

[gardien-grande]

“Aha, I am quite magnificent, aren’t I? Unfortunately, the little grey creature doesn’t seem to understand aesthetics as much. Enoch is quite godly, if you ask me~”

[gardien-grande]

misaligned-crew:

[Despite the rising panic, he’d managed to catch those hushed words and promptly stopped in his tracks with his back to the child. His eyes focused on the corridor that had been pointed out earlier as his hands continued to fumble with his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles he’d caused.]

“I’m.. I’m sorry, Hugo. I don’t know what came over me. Haha.. Don’t worry, little one. Your mother didn’t hurt me..”

[He threw a smile over his shoulder, catching the concerned face the child wore and ignored the feeling of déjà vu that arose as the sound of his bells chimed in his ear.]

“I promise I’ll be okay. To prove it, what would you say about my visiting you again some day?”

Hugo’s visible worry calms somewhat at the smile, and he nods, echoing the smile with one of his own. 

“That’d be nice.”

He pauses for a moment before getting up and tottering over to Jester, throwing his arms around his leg in a small hug. He releases after a second or two and retreats back to the stairs, grabbing his paper and crayon. He cocks an ear at the sound of distant footsteps. 

“Thank you, mister Jester! This was fun! I gotta go too now, or Mamma might see I’m not in my room. B’bye for now!”

There’s one last smile shot to Jester before the child quietly scrambles up the staircase.

[gardien-grande]

misaligned-crew:

[For the first couple of seconds that the words processed, Jester gave no reaction and appeared to continue watching Hugo obliviously draw away. Only when the words had fully sunk in and the connections had been drawn, did the fool clad man draw away from the small child like he’d been stung. An uncontrollable tremor coursed through his body as his hands clutched at his shirt, balling the fabric in his fists to try to ground himself from the invasive memories. Gazing up the steps forced an iron fist of dread to grip at his heart and Jester quickly bolted to his feet, beginning to pace to hopefully rid himself of the nervous energy.]

“Haha that’s ve-very nice, Hugo. I suppose I sh-should’ve guessed that. By chance, do you know h-how I could leave? I mu-must get home now. I really must go.”

There’s a small frown at the mention of Jester leaving, but his expression shifts to worry as he sees Jester’s behavior. Hugo was a child, sure, but he knew that kind of body language far too well. After all, he had been in a similar state not too long ago, hadn’t he? The thought causes him to unconsciously scribble over the one already scribbled over drawing more. Hugo nods, pointing to a corridor near the staircase.

“Th’ exit’s down that way. There’s a cube people use t’come in and out. But...”

He pauses, his next question hushed.

“Did... did Mamma hurt you...? Are you gonna be okay, mister Jester?”

[gardien-grande]

misaligned-crew:

[On the outside, Jester simply chuckled and praised Hugo for the clever name, but inwardly. Inwardly, he was screaming at how precious this little one was. Now, he had to ask the dreaded question, one that didn’t immediately slap him into reality.]

“Hugo, if you don’t mind my curiosity, who exactly is your mother?”

Hugo certainly seems pleased with the praise, and while his smile doesn’t falter at the question, he does cast a bit of a nervous glance up the long staircase they sat at the bottom of. 

“Mama? She’s the queen. ‘Least that’s what the people call her. ‘Cept a few people call her by her name, but only the ones that come her most do that. Not a lotta people come by though. It’s mostly the people in the coats that the big mister sends that visit. They say they’re helping Mama ‘cause she’s sick, but she doesn’t cough or sneeze or anything.”

The young prince looks back to his paper, all too unaware of how heavy the information he gave was. 

[gardien-grande]

misaligned-crew:

[He listens to the child’s story on his new creation, unknowingly smiling from the contagious happiness the little one had spread to him. It had to be a crime to be this gosh darn cute. Perhaps he should find this boy’s mother so he could introduce his own son to them. From what he could tell, they’d likely get along well. His attention was caught once more when he’d begun doodling some more.]

“That sounds wonderful Hugo. Does he have a name? Or would you call him Tophat?”

Seeing as Hugo is a rather young child, it’s likely that his mother isn’t too far off. In fact, Hugo was certain of that much, but he was also certain that she wouldn’t come looking for him just yet, which might be a good thing in the end. Who knows how his mother would react to an unfamiliar face, especially in her current state. However, none of these things are much of a concern to the child, as he was much more focused on thinking up a name.

“Mmm...”

Hugo thinks for a minute.

“Mama says a person who writes words in a book is an author, so he’s Arthur. Arthur the author.”

[gardien-grande]

misaligned-crew:

[Jester shifted his focus to the paper, humming a moment while he looked over the 3 designs. Honestly he liked them all for their strange and cute appearances and totally not at all because it was Hugo who made them. After carefully looking at each of them, keeping in mind not to take too long, he finally pointed to the spectre with the hat in its hands.]

“I almost couldn’t either, but this one seems most interesting. Why does he carry a hat? Perhaps he collects things in it. What do you think?”

Hugo’s eyes light up with a kind of childish glee at the idea, and he gives a wider smile than before. 

“Yeah! He lives in th’ library with the others like him, so he collects words for th’ books. He writes ‘em down on little pieces of paper when he hears new ones, n’ he gives em to the bird t’ make new stories. He’s gotta turn ‘em around though, cause he writes upside-down too.”

He draws a few books and a small bird on the edge of the page as he speaks.

[gardien-grande]

misaligned-crew:

[Behind his mask, Jester could feel his pupils expand at the numerous inquiries Hugo possessed. What he would give to keep this child pure and happy. If not for the fact of his aforementioned mother, he might’ve seriously considered adopting him. His train of thought was interrupted by the coughing and instantly he reached out to rub soothing circles into the small one’s back, remembering how it used to help Aloys.]

“Why don’t you try all of those ideas and see which one looks best?”

Rubbing his back does seem to help ease his coughing, and Hugo takes a quiet, deep breath afterwards. He doesn’t risk speaking right away, instead opting to start drawing some more on the now-clear paper. He tries his hand at the upside-down spectres again, this time drawing three different options. There was of course, the upside-down hat and the hat on the spectre’s tail, but he also draws one with the hat in it’s arms. He looks between the three before looking up at Jester a bit expectantly.

“I can’t choose.”