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@hyaina
━━ only the skilled ones survive this world;
HYAINA! a private ruggie bucchi roleplay blog, affiliated with NIGHT RAVEN UNIVERSITY. all ic interactions are exclusive to NRU. as interpreted by chanel.
other characters : azul ashengrotto @mostrum
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AFTER finding nothing of note from that ruined castle, leaving the area was a given but— the venture only led the group into another strange place.
the remains of a dead forest surrounds them. the path ahead was dark, decorated with dried leaves & torn off tree bark. utterly perfect for alerting anyone nearby of their location with just one misstep.
ortho did his best to assist by shining a light ahead for the group to see. reflecting on the path like bright flashlights from the android's eyes— it made the trek just a bit easier.
❝ ah— i see something ! ❞
ortho had mostly been quiet during their walk, but when he spotted an old backpack among the ruins he brightened up.
reaching down for the bag, the miracle was proven to be TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE when ortho's light highlighted another.
the owner of the bag, very displeased.
@hyaina @vipetriol @threadedwheels @troisfleur
troisfleur:
NO USE IN wasting breath suggesting they step lightly or stay alert when the world can tilt from right underneath their feet.
Case in point: the certainty of a hall gives way to (would-be) greenery, gnarled trees that look as though they’ve seen better days. There’s a faint crackle in the air like lightning should still be on the horizon.
And Ortho has already found them trouble. This time, though, Trey is ready:
“Ortho! Haha, there you are.” There’s a spectral form hovering in the light that illuminates the path; just out of sight in shadow is their prize. We dare not stop, or waste a drop—
Trey jogs up to Ortho. “Good thing you’re giving us some light. Pretty easy to get lost around here. I’m sorry if my friend startled you.” So let the paint be spread.
Simple, easy. No more bag. Only a pile of leaves.
↳ @hyaina / @threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls. ♣️
Ruggie thinks, he’s had enough tumbling for the day. His back has gone awfully stiff, undoubtedly a result from being thrown against every surface imaginable. He’s lucky that the forest floor is soft, monochromatic earth giving away beneath his weight, and perhaps the hyena would feel a sense of relief if they weren’t in this ghost realm.
There’s a pop from Ruggie’s shoulder as he rolls it, evoking a hiss as he makes a half-hearted effort in keeping with his team’s steps. His uniform’s soiled with midnight paint; it’s gonna be a bitch to wash out from Savanaclaw’s leather. Hyena ears switch as he hears Ortho speak, then arch backwards as the light hits an ominous face. Ruggie takes a step back, then another, until he maneuvers himself to crouch behind Ember’s– a much taller teammate– figure.
“Startled me?” Ruggie hears the ghost say as he silently kneels onto the ground. He inches towards the underbush, movement light. “That brat’s trying to steal my bag!” Pale eyes flicker back to see the ghost pointing accusingly at Ortho. “--And what are a bunch of you living folk doin’ out here, anyway?!”
Ruggie doesn’t jump in to help de-escalate the commotion. His paws are in the bushes, rummaging around until he plucks something juicy from the thicket– A cluster of mushrooms.
Ruggie rolls a 4 and harvest Mushrooms! Mushrooms: You’re desperate to eat something and this is the only thing you have. Roll 1d20.
“Ohhh—!” He exclaims, then immediately hushes as his gaze dashes back towards his team. He silently places it into his vest’s inner-pocket, refusing to alert the team of his finding.
@troisfleur / @threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls.
troisfleur:
THE WORLD DISTORTS. Before Trey can even process how—they are no longer climbing up an endless staircase, and the expanse before them becomes cramped and liminal far too quickly for his liking.
“Wait,” Trey says, pausing in his steps, stumbling slightly as a foot meant for stairs meets dead air.
A hand reaches to the side, to steady himself. An arm grasps his bicep to keep him upright. “Hah, thanks for that—”
—Not being helped by part of their party. Trey’s hand rests against an oil painting that’s seen better days, no time for thoughts other than fleeting recognition that itches in the back of his mind, somewhere. The hand holding him steady sets every hair on end, cold like death and springing forth from the wall.
”Shit,“ he mutters under his breath, before the grasp gives way to a ghost, dropping his arm to leap forth and send Trey back to the ground.
↳ [ATTACK!] @hyaina / @threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls. ♣️
Ruggie has no qualms following Ortho. If there was anyone on this team best equipped to march on towards unknown terrain, it was undoubtedly Idia Shroud’s robotic brother. Ruggie finds a sense of ease walking alongside their humanoid companion; as long as Ortho’s tech gear remains working, aren't they practically indomitable?! Steely resolve lets the hyena trek onwards, taking on the infinite staircase until a vivid light pierces his eyes.
“Augh–!” He gasps, instinctively taking a step backwards. He nearly missteps, heel going past the ledge, and Ruggie’s mid-maneuver as a strong force suddenly grips him. It prevents the hyena from tumbling, yet successfully discombobulates him as he’s practically spun onto cobblestone. Ruggie nearly topples from the drastic shift of terrain, eyes flying open in shock– Then a body thuds besides him.
“T-Trey?!” The hyena yelps, barely processing what in the great Seven’s just happened, when he notices a specter charging at him from the ends of his vision. Quick reflexes enables him to wield his pen—
Ruggie rolls a 1: Miss!
Painting Ghost rolls a 14: 1.5dmg incoming! Ruggie’s hp: 3.5 / 5
—But he hardly has time to cast a proper spell as their assailant comes for him next. The ghost’s spell crushes his shoulder mid-cast. Ruggie’s thrown back as black paint-ooze splatters onto his uniform, the gale that he summons goes off-kilter. It whirls past the ghost and slices the painting behind it. The intricate portrait slams onto the ground, echoing into the abyss.
@threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls / @troisfleur
troisfleur:
99lostsouls:
❝ please, stop. ❞ a gentle request made as ortho would push ruggie away from trey.
the hyena’s behavior wasn’t surprising in the slightest, but it did remain inconvenient. ❝ we just got here. your stomach will have to wait I’m afraid. saving our resources is more important. ❞
he’d look up when ember called his name– further questioning their means of communication.
ortho then summoned one of his holographic screens, typing away at something until— he closed it with an expression of disappointment.
❝ my connection is faulty… my systems are picking up on some type of signal somewhere, but we have no idea where that is. ❞
or where they were right now…
NOTHING THEY CAME WITH made it through, save for an ice cream bar he doubts anyone packed. All things considered, Trey could be stuck with worse people. They won’t be winning marks for flawless teamwork, but it’s all workable. Either way: panicking right now won’t solve anything.
“Thank you for the vote of confidence,” Trey starts, offering a tired smile Jamil’s way. Not much else to do but stuff the squished ice cream bar in his back pocket and hope it doesn’t melt down his leg. “And thanks for trying, Ortho. A weak signal’s better than anything else we’ve got.”
Finally, Trey regards the stairs. (He’d really rather not, for the record. His legs are aching looking at them.) “Any chance getting higher would help us get through?”
↳ @hyaina / @threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls. ♣️
He can’t help his ravenous disposition! Ruggie crinkles his nose, but doesn’t protest as Ortho pushes him away. Jamil’s nomination for Trey to be their leader strikes his curiosity. It makes sense, theoretically, but the thought of being led by someone with as much assertion of a kudu almost makes him snort.
Well, noncommittal leaders came with certain advantages, too.
Pale eyes flicker towards the bar nonchalantly placed in Trey’s pocket. Ruggie feels his fingers itch, but keeps them at his side. Instead, as the team discusses their predicament, he rotates his ears in an attempt to pick-up sound.
“I’m not pickin’ up any noise here ‘sides us,” Ruggie pitches in, “No echoes, no movement, no mice, nothin’.” He examines the nearby staircase, “So, we don’t really got a choice but t’go higher, right? Ember’s mirror doesn’t work ‘n Ortho’s connection’s all funky, the only other option we got is t’sit around like anxious prey waitin’ t’get plucked.”
@threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls / @troisfleur
＼ラギー先輩！！／
troisfleur:
threadedwheels:
Ember wishes that Ortho’s evaluation regarding a lack of injuries felt accurate.
Everything felt out of place. His joints, his head, fates- even his whole body. He laid on the ground for a few moments longer than anyone else, frankly hoping he somehow died in the process of falling through. He hears the others talk, vaguely listening as he takes mental note of all the new bruises he has forming.
“We just fell into the ghost dimension and you’re worried about gummies?” He groans, finally opening his eyes to see Ortho holding a hand out to him. He takes it, grateful for the help, and stands with a slight creaking sound.
“Rations I can understand, but gummies?”
He looks at the group of people he was grouped with- different to the one he was fully expecting.
This was… going to be worse than expected.
THIS ISN’T TREY’S CREW.
It’s not the end of the world, but it is enough to give him pause, as soon as his eyesight rights itself. It’s the least of his worries, after all. It takes a moment of adjusting his glasses to realize that the world’s well and truly devoid of color. Another moment more, wringing both wrists and carefully peeling himself up, to realize the sound of crinkling isn’t bones turned to liquid on impact but—
Trey carefully gets to his feet, regarding Ruggie with a nod before staring back down at a wrapper at his feet.
“I think our rations might be gone, too.” He didn’t come in with an… ice cream bar?
A rather sad-looking one, now that it was the sole cushion for Trey’s fall. He picks it off the ground, adjusting his hat on the way up.
“…Does anyone have their mirror?”
↳[X] 🅰🅼🅱🆄🆂🅷— @hyaina / @threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls. ♣️
“‘’Course I’m worried about my gummies, every scrap of food’s important!” Ruggie’s brows furrow defiantly, a frown tugging at his lips. They were premium quality, too! The good stuff that all the rich kids got that had frost-apples and artisan sugar and it was supposed to keep him afloat since the teams were gonna share their rations, but now they don’t even have rations to share! This sucks!
The sound of a wrapper crinkling immediately sends Ruggie scurrying to Trey’s side, eyes wide and transfixed upon the bar. He only spares one second to check his pockets.
“I only got my magipen, no mirror.” Ruggie says. His peels dart from the ice cream, to Trey, to the other students, then back down at the ice cream. “An’ I’m also kii~iinda hungry...”
@threadedwheels / @vipetriol / @99lostsouls / @troisfleur
vipetriol:
The lie is so unapologetically transparent, Jamil feels almost impressed — almost. Ruggie’s nerve does little to quell Jamil’s simmering irritation.
It’s uncanny, sometimes, how closely Ruggie resembles someone Jamil used to hang around some years ago; the type of guy who would hog the stash of stolen apples and melons after their escapades around Camel Bazaar and Zaheeb Market, perfectly shameless through the entire process.
He doesn’t know where that guy is or what he’s up to these days but, whatever it is, Jamil would be willing to wager it’s probably not unlike what Ruggie is doing now. Which is exactly why he knows that forcefully trying to pry the truth out of the beastman is a lost battle.
Yelling at Ruggie won’t get Kalim’s food back, it won’t turn back the clock and spare him the wasted hours in the kitchen, nor will it return the lunchbox that’ll surely find its way to a pawnshop in the recondite corners of the island.
If anything, it’s only bound to motivate Ruggie to get better at covering his tracks.
“Yeah, you’re right,” so he does the only sensible thing and nods in agreement, expression grave. “I’d like to find the one responsible as soon as possible. To be honest, I always dose Kalim’s meals with slow-acting poisons so he can build resistance. I don’t know what effects the dosage could have on anyone else, and well, I rather not start the month with a body count.”
“P– Poison?!” Ruggie practically squeaks, eyes blown wide. His nails press down into his neck as he tenses, an apprehensive look melting onto his features. His tail flicks, once. Then, Ruggie chuckles. It’s an apprehensive gesture, half-a-cough and half-a-breath as the corners of his lips twitch. His tail flicks again.
“Uh… Wow.” Kalim sure has it rough. Devilish hyena buys into the lie, ears drooping lower than before. Something tells him that he shouldn’t press further into the matter. If Jamil’s gotta microdose Kalim with poisons, he definitely shouldn’t pry further into the Asim family affairs. Speechless, an awkward silence settles between the duo. Ruggie’s stomach rumbles.
“Ahaha… I mean, what kinda poisons’re we talkin’ about here?” Hopefully, he thinks, one that isn’t strong enough to kill a hyena. Ruggie dares to challenge his immunity— Kalim can’t be more resilient than a hyena, right? After all, the guy’s never had to eat from the trash before, nevertheless touch it. “If it’s that bad ‘n all, maybe we should go get the antidote before findin’ the ghost? Yanno, so you don’t end up with a dead body ‘n get charged for murder…”
vipetriol:
It’s always one thing after the other. Nothing ever goes as planned— and, quite frankly, expecting it to would reflect poorly on Jamil’s intelligence. That said, the absence of shock doesn’t equate to a lack of annoyance when things go awry.
As his eyes adjust to the scenery, Jamil kneads his right shoulder, suppressing a groan. The rough landing had heightened the soreness brought upon preparing meal rations and first-aid kits (all of which, incidentally, are nowhere to be found now) until the dead of night.
Hoping the ache will let down eventually, he scans over the group he’s now saddled with, and releases a quiet exhale.
It’s not as terrible as it could’ve been— These are people he can deal with. Probably.
“Duly noted,” he tells Ortho. “Still, if anyone’s in need of—”
He trails off when Trey gets up, face scrunching up in reflex at the sound.
KA-BAAMMMM!
The air’s practically knocked out of Ruggie’s lungs as he crashes. He’s thrown by the impact, rolling at least a foot away until his back smack’s into a staircase bannister. “Heugh–!”
Oh, that’s definitely going to leave a bruise.
Ruggie peels his eyes open and is met with a metallic hand– Ortho’s? He declines the aid, choosing to flop onto his stomach before shakily rising to his knees. Ears perk up as more voices begin to speak, then they tense. Shit landing and different teammates? Oh, boy, this infiltration plan’s so botched now.
Little hyena lets the others sort out their own safety as he pats down his pockets. His eyes widen.
“---My gummies’re gone!!!” He cries out amidst the evaluations, then hears a crinkle. Ruggie’s attention snaps towards Trey, who has just begun to rise. His features crunch into an accusing sneer. “Oi.”
@threadedwheels @troisfleur : @99lostsouls : @vipetriol
TREY COMES WITH AN OFFERING: it's a smattering of little sugar cookies, whipped up in a bit of a hurry as he attempts to potentially appease the new Tsum overlords. His little guy is peeking underneath Trey's own hat, shockingly well-behaved in a sea of mischievous little guys. Trey sets the plate down as a peace offering for Ruggie's own little creature. "Maybe if they eat, they'll get going sooner?"
APRIL FOOLS TSUM INVASION!
“Oooh!” Ruggie exclaims. One hand instinctively reaches down to swipe a cookie meant for Ragitsum— But the creature immediately smacks his hand! “Owwww–!!!”
The little guy doesn’t even spare Ruggie a glance as it proceeds to nosedive into the plate. It continues to press its face against the treat, to no avail. The poor little guy gives off a distressed noise!
“I don’t think it knows how’ta eat it,” Ruggie comments with a snort. Then, he takes a look at Trey and notices that he, too, has one of these funky lil’creatures. “Mine keeps stealin’ stuff from others AND me! I’m guessin’ yours is more behaved?”
is that someones lunch being stolen?
APRIL FOOLS TSUM INVASION!
“HEY!” It wasn’t even two seconds since Ruggie had sat down before some teal BLOB stole his lunch?! He shoots up from the sidewalk bench he was sitting upon, ready to make a dash, when suddenly he sees something shoot out from the corner of his eye. It’s Ragitsum, hurling itself towards Floydtsum. It starts charging in its fellow tsum’s direction, ready to embark upon a wild pursuit.
How dare you steal their meal!!
You can feel their rancid vibes from a mile away. You don’t know why but, with every little leap that they take towards you, you feel your wallet becoming suspiciously lighter… You can’t run from them and you definitely can’t hide from them. Before you know it, they’ve already backed you into a corner…
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RAGITSUM’S INBOX.
@crossedtheline : continued from here.
Jinx rolls his eyes and fiddles with the stone in his charm. If arts and crafts was their last defense against the ghosts, they were well and truly doomed.
“This is just to keep our hands busy,” he sighs and sets his charm down on the table. It doesn’t look quite right, but then again his heart wasn’t in it, “Bless it all you want, Rug, I seriously doubt it’ll do much for you or anybody else.”
Ruggie’s frown deepens as he continues to gaze at the trinket. He dangles it from his fingers, watching as the charm lazily twirls from its thread. It’s true that this workshop was nothing more than a distraction; the students are anxious. No one knows what they’re supposed to do with the infiltration and the headmage hadn’t exactly given them any clarity on the matter. Perhaps, the charm was nothing more but for the ease of mind, a false reassurance.
“What a waste of material.” he sighs, then slumps further down into his seat. His right leg jiggles in displaced energy; he could be doing so many other tasks right now if campus hadn’t been on lockdown. Silence settles between the pair for a moment, before the hyena asks spontaneously: “So… Ya think you’re ready for it? The infiltration ‘n all.”
sleep headcanons.
@fel-mi-er asked: ☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.)
PART I.
Ruggie Bucchi doesn’t underestimate the importance of sleep. He acknowledges that a good night’s rest is integral to one’s functionality and, being someone whose physical performance heavily impacts his income, Ruggie doesn’t neglect his slumber.
Ruggie is a light sleeper. It comes with the territory; he is also quick to fall asleep. That’s not to say that Ruggie is Leona Kingscholar-level talented when it comes to sleeping, but Ruggie knows how to respond in accordance to his environment. He will wake up to unfamiliar sounds and movement, but can resume sleeping promptly enough so that it won’t have a negative impact upon his following day’s performance. (If I had to compare it, Ruggie’s sleeping behavior would be similar to how a dog would wake up if you moved too closely near them, but they would also fall asleep seconds later after deeming your movement as a non-threat.)
Ruggie’s attentive nature amidst rest comes from his times during the slums, as well as the natural hearing capacity he possesses as a hyena. Ruggie’s hometown always had background noise: Endless chattering between the residents, leaky pipes, distant howls, rickety ceilings, you name it. Occasionally, the sounds of whooping calls and other vocal indications of unfamiliar trespassers in his slums would stir Ruggie (as well as others) awake and to attention. Learning how to filter out the unfamiliar from the familiar was a must, as well as the capability to take immediate action.
Ruggie is an early riser. The amount of hours he gets varies, heavily depending on what chores gets thrown upon him and sometimes his progress in studying. He naturally wakes up through the exposure of the sun, just in time for early morning chores and Savanaclaw’s morning Spelldrive practices. Likewise, an early riser means an early sleeper and Ruggie isn’t an exception to the norm. He tends to get tired at around 10:00PM, but will forcefully keep himself awake in order to fulfill remaining work that needs to be done. He will definitely knock out before 1:00AM though.
(more to be continued in part ii).
INFILTRATION PREPARATION!
Each defense team, under the decree of Headmage Crowley, has been given a week to prepare for infiltrating the Ghost Dimension. Bond with your team and fellow residents of Ramshackle Dormitory as you prepare for infiltration, or spend the time investigating circumstances around campus. A week hardly gives any time to prepare; choose your next actions wisely.
DEFENSE EXAM TEAMS.
[ SPAR ] - Test your skills through an organized practice match with a classmate.
[ DISAGREE ] - Have a disagreement with a member of your appointed Defense Exam Team, whether you are able to mediate this is up to you!
[ TAG ] - Recreate a ghost chase. Sender chases the receiver around to help them practice escaping from an enemy.
[ CHASE ] - Start chasing after what you believe is an “apparition”, only to be disappointed.
[ WARP ] - Get warped across campus alongside the receiver. Neither of you are able to figure out the cause of your sudden appearance in a new location.
[ TRAPPED ] - Explore a closet with the receiver, only to find that the door has closed, and the two of you are now trapped inside.
[ ARSON ] - Play with fire together.
[ MISHAP ] - Have a spell go wrong during practice, either causing damage to campus grounds or to your own team.
[ PIECE ] - Create a pair of communication mirrors together, preparing for the upcoming excursion.
[ CHARM ] - Craft protection charms together, hoping for some good luck to come your way.
[ RATIONS ] - Prepare emergency rations to ready yourselves for the excursion.
SNEAKING AROUND AFTER CURFEW.
[ RAID ] - Scavenge the campus after hours for any potential supplies for your ‘trip’.
[ BREAK - IN ] - Break into the school’s dorms, checking to see the status with the poor weather and destruction.
[ TRESPASS ] - Break into Night Raven University’s faculty area with the receiver, hoping to find clues.
[ MIRROR ] - Break into the mirror hall with the receiver to see where it can take you.
[ LEAVE ] - Make an attempt to leave campus alongside the receiver, only to find out that you cannot.
[ PATROL ] - To make rounds patrolling the campus at night with the receiver, keeping your eyes out for any suspicious activity.
INTERROGATE YOUR PEERS.
Communication is a vital component to success. Retrace the events that have occurred across campus in order to size your enemy and evaluate the state of affairs on campus. Each of your peers have had at least one encounter with the opposing forces. Only a fool would choose to embark into the ghost realm blindly– Be prepared.
Click here for a comprehensive timeline of events.
NOTE: Some clues are locked behind certain muses. Each muse can only answer a question twice. If a third person were to approach with the same question, the answerer will not be able to respond and the inquirer will have to select a different muse from the category to question.
This event will run until April 10th, 11:59PM PST. All posts will count for activity check and house points. Please do not reblog this meme after the deadline.
“Hah…. He wasn’t lyin’ about lockin’ down campus.” Pale eyes gaze upon towering gates looking before him, its whetted pickets gleaming ominously beneath the early sun. Ruggie narrows his eyes, thin fingers wrapping ‘round one bar. He turns his head behind him, ensuring nobody else is in his surroundings, before he gazes back at the gate’s peak. It wouldn’t take much effort for him to climb over….
But honestly, was it worth trying? Ruggie heaves out a sigh, then runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I’ve got jobs t’do…!” He gives an exasperated whine, ruffling his hair until it becomes a messier nest atop his head. Does the headmage even know how much money he’s gonna lose if he goes out of commission for a week!? “It’s so unfair!”
Why does he even gotta participate in the infiltration, anyway?! He’s not a housewarden, nor a vice housewarden— and his grades were near the bottom of the list!? Aren’t there more dependable guys out there willing to volunteer?!
“Ya can’t even do much against ghosts…” he murmurs, hand unceremoniously dropping back to his side. “If the headmage was that concerned, he coulda just went to the dimension himself…”
Good morning to the most beautiful boy in the world!!! Everyone else… hello I guess…
º ✧ 。–– HOUSEKEEPING: MARCH EDITION!
happy march, everyone! both of my blogs are currently on hiatus for the month, more for an ease of mind since i’m in the thick of midterms + would like to prioritize event planning for the directory. that being said, ruggie (and azul by extension) will still pop up on the dash occasionally.
monthly goal! i’m not going to prioritize the # of replies or word count that i can bust out this month due to the hiatus, so the goal is going to be very simple: complete ruggie’s stamp card this month.
edit: i just remembered that i had a drabble outlined higlighting ruggie’s independent pursuit in fostering his magic pre-nru, and an insatiable desire to seize control of a gift not meant for ‘people like him.’ idk if i can finish it this month, but it’s coming.
this housekeeping post is going to end on a short note. nevertheless, happy march everyone and have fun roleplaying! see you again on the dash soon! ✌️ (also sidenote: i did not know you could type in emojis on gdocs omg.)
also note: if there’s a thread, mini, or interaction not listed on my thread tracker, please message me as i may have forgotten to list it! if there’s any threads that you want to drop, i’d appreciate it if you notify me about it. thanks!
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