the guardian of the safe

Though you cannot enter The Safe, you will be running into Keeper--it's Guardian. One of the few buildings you cannot visit, but exists none the less. Keeper is good at what he does, and that is to keep secrets for however long it is asked of him. Be wary, however, for this Guardian is not like the others. You will not be facing a man oblivious to the outside world. Instead, you'll be meeting the one Guardian who is the exception to most rules.

[varus-the-man-of-vengeance]

Send a ^ if you think you could force my muse into submission.

[guardianofthesafe]

Voicemail: "Keeper, it's Cris," he whispered into the phone, breath heavy as if in pain. "I can't get through to any other number. I don't know where I am. I'm hurt, I don't know who has me, and I don't know if I am going to make it. I was taken coming out of work. hit over the head and I may have been shot. My arm hurts. I just want you to know that I love you. You are a good friend even if I annoy you. If you could get word to my work that I'm sorry, I'd appreciate it. Good bye, Keeper."

Keeper furrowed his brows at the voicemail, feeling his stomach sink a bit at the other’s words. He loved him? He couldn’t be dying right now, could he? He just stared at the item, and then looking towards the door of The Safe to see it give off a small blue glow. A glow he hadn’t seen in some time. Not since…—

"I get the message…" He said it towards The Safe, moving to open the door quickly as he seemed to slide in on a wet floor. Why the floor was wet—he wasn’t sure. He just was focused on Cris. "Cris…" Keeper kept his voice down, trying not to gain negative attention. "Cris, it’s Keeper. Make a noise so I can find you…"

[guardianofthesafe]

"Home? You’re insane, you won’t be moving for a while, Cris. Don’t be an idiot." He shook his head at him, staring down at Cris’ hand for a few moments before he held it back. "You’re welcome. You didn’t expect me to just be passive after a voicemail like that, did you? That’s enough to give anyone a heart attack, really."

He smiled softly, patting Cris’ hand, “Sleep. When you wake up, you can have that cup of tea.”

[quartermastersearlgrey]

“‘M not an idiot,” Cris grumbled but soon enough his eyes were closed and he was asleep, not hearing the rest of the words Keeper spoke.  At least, it didn’t appear that way as his hand dropped down and he snored lightly almost immediately.  

Only one word punctuated the soft breaths of his sleep addled state, “Tea…”

[guardianofthesafe]

"Yeah, you're an idiot." Keeper smiled, tucking Cris' hand under the covers as he made sure he was bundled up tight. He'd feel like shit but at least he wasn't dying--that was what counted for now to Keeper. He watched Cris for a moment , making sure he was fine before he stepped away, moving to clean up his flat and get some clothes from The Library for Cris to change into.

The clothes rested on a chair by the bed and Keeper made sure to not disturb Cris at all. He was just waiting until he woke up.

[allthequestions-blog]

Mun only - Are you ... than your muse?

1. Are you smarter than your muse?

2. Are you kinder than your muse?

3. Are you wiser than your muse?

4. Are you faster than your muse?

5. Are you funnier than your muse?

6. Are you happier than your muse?

7. Are you greedier than your muse?

8. Are you taller than your muse?

9. Are you older than your muse?

10. Are you easier than your muse?

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

[guardianofthesafe]

Voicemail: "Keeper, it's Cris," he whispered into the phone, breath heavy as if in pain. "I can't get through to any other number. I don't know where I am. I'm hurt, I don't know who has me, and I don't know if I am going to make it. I was taken coming out of work. hit over the head and I may have been shot. My arm hurts. I just want you to know that I love you. You are a good friend even if I annoy you. If you could get word to my work that I'm sorry, I'd appreciate it. Good bye, Keeper."

Keeper furrowed his brows at the voicemail, feeling his stomach sink a bit at the other’s words. He loved him? He couldn’t be dying right now, could he? He just stared at the item, and then looking towards the door of The Safe to see it give off a small blue glow. A glow he hadn’t seen in some time. Not since…—

"I get the message…" He said it towards The Safe, moving to open the door quickly as he seemed to slide in on a wet floor. Why the floor was wet—he wasn’t sure. He just was focused on Cris. "Cris…" Keeper kept his voice down, trying not to gain negative attention. "Cris, it’s Keeper. Make a noise so I can find you…"

[guardianofthesafe]

Hearing Cris’ voice was a relief for once. It meant he was alive, and Keeper wasn’t fond of the idea of Cris dying. “Cold…?” Keeper leaned in, moving to lift up Cris’ legs so he could put the covers over him. The gesture was familiar, and it was painful to remember the last time he was able to do something like this.

"There you go. You should be fine…" He felt hesitant, but that was merely his memories reminding him of things he wanted to forget. "Rest. You need it."

[quartermastersearlgrey]

Weakly, Cris pulled the blankets over him, up to his chin and he sighed as he started to relax.  He was safe, he was getting warm and Keeper was here.  That was really all he needed.  “I’ll go home soon,” he said quietly, beginning to drift off once more.  “I just need a little bit of sleep first.”

He rolled to his side, whimpering as his bones and muscles complained at the movement.  Reaching out from under the duvet, Cris gripped Keeper’s hand lightly, “Thank you for saving me.  You didn’t have to but I appreciate it.”

[guardianofthesafe]

"Home? You're insane, you won't be moving for a while, Cris. Don't be an idiot." He shook his head at him, staring down at Cris' hand for a few moments before he held it back. "You're welcome. You didn't expect me to just be passive after a voicemail like that, did you? That's enough to give anyone a heart attack, really."

He smiled softly, patting Cris' hand, "Sleep. When you wake up, you can have that cup of tea."

[inboxideas]

My character keeps finding post-it notes all around by a secret admirer. Go on anon and tell me what they say.

[guardianofthesafe]

inboxideas

[guardianofthesafe]

Voicemail: "Keeper, it's Cris," he whispered into the phone, breath heavy as if in pain. "I can't get through to any other number. I don't know where I am. I'm hurt, I don't know who has me, and I don't know if I am going to make it. I was taken coming out of work. hit over the head and I may have been shot. My arm hurts. I just want you to know that I love you. You are a good friend even if I annoy you. If you could get word to my work that I'm sorry, I'd appreciate it. Good bye, Keeper."

Keeper furrowed his brows at the voicemail, feeling his stomach sink a bit at the other’s words. He loved him? He couldn’t be dying right now, could he? He just stared at the item, and then looking towards the door of The Safe to see it give off a small blue glow. A glow he hadn’t seen in some time. Not since…—

"I get the message…" He said it towards The Safe, moving to open the door quickly as he seemed to slide in on a wet floor. Why the floor was wet—he wasn’t sure. He just was focused on Cris. "Cris…" Keeper kept his voice down, trying not to gain negative attention. "Cris, it’s Keeper. Make a noise so I can find you…"

[guardianofthesafe]

He kept Cris close, getting them through the door—and it was breaking a rule. Thankfully, Cris wasn’t awake to see The Safe. He was out cold. All Keeper could do was wait as the door glowed again, leading them to his flat instead as he put Cris onto his bed. He half considered the couch, but he’d need more than a small space like that to rest on.

"All right, I can heal you now.." He sighed, putting his hand into the side of Cris’ temple so he could heal him. With the damage done, it’d take a few minutes to do so. Even longer depending on how much Cris was wounded. It wouldn’t take the aches away, but it’s assure Cris would live.

[quartermastersearlgrey]

Groaning as he was set down once more, the sound quickly became a sigh of relief when he realized it was someplace soft and comfortable instead of hard, wet pavement.  Somewhere deep in his mind, he registered Keeper’s words and nodded a little.  His eyes fluttered open and he looked at the man over him.  “Cold,” he whispered, voice still hoarse.  “And sleepy.”  But he was alive and once his mind was able to focus once more, he would need to find out how that came to be.  There is no reason he should have survived that ordeal and yet, here he was.

[guardianofthesafe]

Hearing Cris' voice was a relief for once. It meant he was alive, and Keeper wasn't fond of the idea of Cris dying. "Cold...?" Keeper leaned in, moving to lift up Cris' legs so he could put the covers over him. The gesture was familiar, and it was painful to remember the last time he was able to do something like this.

"There you go. You should be fine..." He felt hesitant, but that was merely his memories reminding him of things he wanted to forget. "Rest. You need it."

[blog-for-rpers]

Reblog if your character has killed someone

[guardianofthesafe]

Voicemail: "Keeper, it's Cris," he whispered into the phone, breath heavy as if in pain. "I can't get through to any other number. I don't know where I am. I'm hurt, I don't know who has me, and I don't know if I am going to make it. I was taken coming out of work. hit over the head and I may have been shot. My arm hurts. I just want you to know that I love you. You are a good friend even if I annoy you. If you could get word to my work that I'm sorry, I'd appreciate it. Good bye, Keeper."

Keeper furrowed his brows at the voicemail, feeling his stomach sink a bit at the other’s words. He loved him? He couldn’t be dying right now, could he? He just stared at the item, and then looking towards the door of The Safe to see it give off a small blue glow. A glow he hadn’t seen in some time. Not since…—

"I get the message…" He said it towards The Safe, moving to open the door quickly as he seemed to slide in on a wet floor. Why the floor was wet—he wasn’t sure. He just was focused on Cris. "Cris…" Keeper kept his voice down, trying not to gain negative attention. "Cris, it’s Keeper. Make a noise so I can find you…"

[guardianofthesafe]

"You’re not dying." He sighed, moving his hand to place it on top of Cris’ stomach. He had to heal some of him before he moved him to the door. And thankfully he was good at this. His hand let off a light glow, and it was warm to anyone receiving it.

"And tea. Right, you and your tea…" He chuckled, though he found it hard to be in good spirits with Cris being out cold. "Come on, you can’t give up like this. You’re far to stubborn to let this get to you.." When he saw a small portion of the wounds were healed, he was able to pick Cris up. The only hard part of it all was how slippery the floor was, but still, he managed to carry Cris to the door.

[quartermastersearlgrey]

Being jostled as Keeper picked him up caused Cris to whimper and his head rolled to rest against Keeper’s shoulder.  He had a vague notion that he was being moved and there was a comforting scent that told him it was someone friendly and not someone he should be afraid of.  ”Ow,” he said softly, still mostly unconscious.  He had become so cold that the trembling had ceased and his pulse and breath were faint.  Only the slight murmurings he was making gave any indication that he was still alive.

[guardianofthesafe]

He kept Cris close, getting them through the door--and it was breaking a rule. Thankfully, Cris wasn't awake to see The Safe. He was out cold. All Keeper could do was wait as the door glowed again, leading them to his flat instead as he put Cris onto his bed. He half considered the couch, but he'd need more than a small space like that to rest on.

"All right, I can heal you now.." He sighed, putting his hand into the side of Cris' temple so he could heal him. With the damage done, it'd take a few minutes to do so. Even longer depending on how much Cris was wounded. It wouldn't take the aches away, but it's assure Cris would live.

[absolutelymadness]

[expelliarmus]

[guardianofthesafe]

Voicemail: "Keeper, it's Cris," he whispered into the phone, breath heavy as if in pain. "I can't get through to any other number. I don't know where I am. I'm hurt, I don't know who has me, and I don't know if I am going to make it. I was taken coming out of work. hit over the head and I may have been shot. My arm hurts. I just want you to know that I love you. You are a good friend even if I annoy you. If you could get word to my work that I'm sorry, I'd appreciate it. Good bye, Keeper."

Keeper furrowed his brows at the voicemail, feeling his stomach sink a bit at the other’s words. He loved him? He couldn’t be dying right now, could he? He just stared at the item, and then looking towards the door of The Safe to see it give off a small blue glow. A glow he hadn’t seen in some time. Not since…—

"I get the message…" He said it towards The Safe, moving to open the door quickly as he seemed to slide in on a wet floor. Why the floor was wet—he wasn’t sure. He just was focused on Cris. "Cris…" Keeper kept his voice down, trying not to gain negative attention. "Cris, it’s Keeper. Make a noise so I can find you…"

[guardianofthesafe]

The silence was unnerving to Keeper, but hearing Cris’ cough made it a bit easier to him. It was better for him to be there—he was the one that healed, after all. He just hoped it wasn’t too late to heal Cris. If he was too late—

No, he wasn’t letting his head jump to such conclusions.

Keeper moved toward the noise, seeing Cris on the floor as he moved by his side. “Damn good at your job, huh?” He teased, hoping to stir something out of the man as he took his wrist into his hand to feel for a pulse. “It’s fine, I’ve got you. Let’s focus on getting you out of here, all right?”

[quartermastersearlgrey]

The comment was one of the last things Cris would have expected someone to say in this situation and he glared mockingly at Keeper even while he struggled to maintain consciousness.  ”I’m dying.  Don’t be a prat,” he rasped, body trembling from cold and pain.  

He tried to nod but wasn’t even sure if he managed to move his head at all. “And then I need tea,” he smiled, eyes drifting closed again as he passed out once more.

[guardianofthesafe]

"You're not dying." He sighed, moving his hand to place it on top of Cris' stomach. He had to heal some of him before he moved him to the door. And thankfully he was good at this. His hand let off a light glow, and it was warm to anyone receiving it.

"And tea. Right, you and your tea..." He chuckled, though he found it hard to be in good spirits with Cris being out cold. "Come on, you can't give up like this. You're far to stubborn to let this get to you.." When he saw a small portion of the wounds were healed, he was able to pick Cris up. The only hard part of it all was how slippery the floor was, but still, he managed to carry Cris to the door.

[agingerinthesun-deactivated2014]

For the next five questions my muse can not tell a lie.

[guardianofthesafe]

Abuse this.

[trickedthefox-deactivated201607]

Give me a character and I will answer with a sample of how I would RP them?

[guardianofthesafe]

"... H... Hello ? I... Is there anybody here ?" Trifin called shyly. She had no idea of where she was or even how she had ended up here in the first place but there was one thing she was certain of : she was lost. And being blind, she couldn't even take a look around. All she could do was hope that someone would have the good idea to answer and help her.

"You’re a bit far away from the side walk…" Keeper stared over at her oddly, "Lost, I take it? You shouldn’t be down this alley way, you could get hurt."

[guardianofthesafe]

"Last I checked, this is France." He was pretty sure it was, anyway. "It’s fine, I’m Keeper. I’m not here to hurt you," he held out his hand, "You can come with me. I’ll take you to where the sidewalk is."

[requiem-for-a-bitter-tale-deact]

Yes, she knew she was in France, it was where she had grown up after all but she didn’t know in which street she was and she didn’t have the single idea of how to go back home. 

She didn’t see him holding out his hand but the gesture produced some air, a clear hint that he had made a move in her direction according to her. Letting her hand wander until she found his, she then managed to place her hand slightly above his elbow. That was the way to guide a blind person…. Admitting he wanted to guide her of course. Nodding very shyly, she answered quietly :

"Thanks. Sorry to be a bother…. And my name is Trifin."

[guardianofthesafe]

Blind. She was blind... "Trifin? The one that knows Reader, then?" He nodded, it seemed he was constantly meeting Reader's friends. "All right. Come on, now, it's not that far from where we are."

[guardianofthesafe]

"... H... Hello ? I... Is there anybody here ?" Trifin called shyly. She had no idea of where she was or even how she had ended up here in the first place but there was one thing she was certain of : she was lost. And being blind, she couldn't even take a look around. All she could do was hope that someone would have the good idea to answer and help her.

"You’re a bit far away from the side walk…" Keeper stared over at her oddly, "Lost, I take it? You shouldn’t be down this alley way, you could get hurt."

[requiem-for-a-bitter-tale-deact]

The girl jumped a little upon hearing an unfamiliar voice and almost dropped her white cane in the process. Turning on her heels to face the man,she tilted her head, keeping her eyes shut since there was no need for her to open them. It was pretty easy to guess how scared she was and judging by her scars, her bleached skin and her general damaged and fragile appearance, she seemed to have pretty good reasons to be frightened and wary of the world and its inhabitants. Shaking lightly, she scratched nervously the scars on her neck and answered in a quiet whisper, almost like a child who would have just been caught misbehaving :

"I… I’m sorry. I do… I don’t know where I am."

[guardianofthesafe]

"Last I checked, this is France." He was pretty sure it was, anyway. "It's fine, I'm Keeper. I'm not here to hurt you," he held out his hand, "You can come with me. I'll take you to where the sidewalk is."

[guardianofthesafe]

Voicemail: "Keeper, it's Cris," he whispered into the phone, breath heavy as if in pain. "I can't get through to any other number. I don't know where I am. I'm hurt, I don't know who has me, and I don't know if I am going to make it. I was taken coming out of work. hit over the head and I may have been shot. My arm hurts. I just want you to know that I love you. You are a good friend even if I annoy you. If you could get word to my work that I'm sorry, I'd appreciate it. Good bye, Keeper."

Keeper furrowed his brows at the voicemail, feeling his stomach sink a bit at the other’s words. He loved him? He couldn’t be dying right now, could he? He just stared at the item, and then looking towards the door of The Safe to see it give off a small blue glow. A glow he hadn’t seen in some time. Not since…—

"I get the message…" He said it towards The Safe, moving to open the door quickly as he seemed to slide in on a wet floor. Why the floor was wet—he wasn’t sure. He just was focused on Cris. "Cris…" Keeper kept his voice down, trying not to gain negative attention. "Cris, it’s Keeper. Make a noise so I can find you…"

[quartermastersearlgrey]

His arm was throbbing but the headache kept him from turning his head to look to see what had happened.  In and out of conciousness, Cris laid on the wet floor, the cold soaking into the very marrow of his bones.  He always knew this job would be the death of him but he had hoped for something a bit more spectacular than freezing to death on a cement floor.  

At first he thought that he was hallucinating, that his mind was supplying him with a voice that he longed to hear.  Keeper wanted him to make noise.  That alone was odd since usually he heard the same voice usually was telling him to be quiet.  His body was too heavy to move and he was afraid to cry out, so instead he coughed, the soft noise echoing through the large room.

[guardianofthesafe]

The silence was unnerving to Keeper, but hearing Cris' cough made it a bit easier to him. It was better for him to be there--he was the one that healed, after all. He just hoped it wasn't too late to heal Cris. If he was too late--

No, he wasn't letting his head jump to such conclusions.

Keeper moved toward the noise, seeing Cris on the floor as he moved by his side. "Damn good at your job, huh?" He teased, hoping to stir something out of the man as he took his wrist into his hand to feel for a pulse. "It's fine, I've got you. Let's focus on getting you out of here, all right?"