Virtus Non Stemma

"Virtue, not pedigree, is the mark of nobility."  Laika from Rockman.EXE

[iceeyedsoldier]

[ back in september, this blog celebrated it’s 5th anniversary. as far as i can recall, it’s been the longest single muse that i’ve kept up with. even though i’m not necessarily active here, laika keeps chugging along in discord rps i have. i’m proud of myself for keeping up with him for so long! yet, i’m also disappointed that i’m falling out of habit. i haven’t actively sought to access tumblr in a few months, which is a sign that the cycle i have with rp is about to turn over and start again. i don’t want it to happen, because i’ve gained so much joy from this particular site, but sometimes life creates unpreventable things. i want to keep trying to come back here. maybe that’ll be easier if i don’t feel burdened by threads that have been smouldering for months. maybe what i need is a refresh.

i don’t have any concrete plans yet, i’m still thinking. this isn’t a sign off, not at all! just a memo if you’ve been curious. ]

[iceeyedsoldier]

Blog Drop

[ This seems like a good idea. So no one’s confused about who or where I am.

@iceeyedsoldier - Laika from Rockman.EXE. Indie. Secondary Blogs are:

@sniperexecutable - Searchman.EXE from Rockman.EXE. Indie. @militaryprince - Game/Manga!Laika from Rockman.EXE. Indie.

@boundlessnetwork - Rockman.EXE Multi!muse blog. Indie. ]

[iceeyedsoldier]

[ elementary kids kick my ass lmao i’m so tired ]

[iceeyedsoldier]

A tiny box is left at Laika's residence. Inside sat a small round glass charm, a bright green standing out immediately thanks to the dried green hydrangea petals positioned delicately inside of it. On a note it reads, "Since you gave me a good luck charm I thought I would do the same. It stands for how grateful I am, too! Hope you enjoy. Happy Birthday! -Pat" How did it get here? Who knows.

Laika’s eyebrows shot up with interest as he unwrapped the gift. A small smile came as he recalled just who Pat was, and what his gift was to him. It wasn’t worth fussing over the details of just how the gift got to his mailbox, he was more thankful that a clumsy private didn’t tossle the package while on mail duty. This charm looks fragile!

[iceeyedsoldier]

Anya handed Laika a box with four homemade chocolate cupcakes with blue frosting. "Happy birthday Laika!"

“Thank you!” Laika seemed more excited about the cupcake than whoever gave them to him. He quickly remedied that. “Thank you, Anya~”

[iceeyedsoldier]

“Happy Birthday, sir. You will have a great deal of free time this evening to--”

“... It seems you are already celebrating.”

“Yup.”

[iceeyedsoldier]

[ so far, florence is just south of me, nearly missing my area. we get the occasional rainband, but nothing like what we were expecting. my family down in wilmington have been checking in, and so far everyone is safe. ]

[iceeyedsoldier]

[ guess who’s birthday is next week~? ]

[iceeyedsoldier]

[ hurricane florence is heading our way. my school system is closing later this week to get shelters prepared. hopefully it’ll just be over-preparing! my husband, squeaky, and i are ready for it either way! ]

[iceeyedsoldier]

[ GOT ALL MY REPLIES DONE BABEEEEEEEE

lemme know if you think i missed one ]

[whispers-of-rose-deactivated201]

Life’s a train wreck... Literally. (Closed starter)

[iceeyedsoldier]

whispers-of-rose‌:

Anya looked at Laika who had tried to nod off a few times. “Let’s make sure you get looked at first before you worry about me…” She took off Laika’s coat and draped it around his shoulders as he shivered. She didn’t feel particularly cold anymore so felt it best to give it back.

She watched quietly as cars pulled up as best they could near the rubble and the helicopter circled above them, its spot lights scanning the wreckage. It made her nervous. They would surely ask a bunch of questions or insist she see a doctor about her leg. She didn’t want to do either…

First responders hustled through the snow to greet the wreckage and survivors among it. They found Laika and Anya first, and got them up and walking towards one of the vehicles. The blanket thrown over Laika’s shoulders helped to keep him awake and alert, and the first thing he heard besides the chatter was a yell. “FOUR MORE! LEVEL THREE!”

His foggy mind thought back to the other family on their car. They were alive, but needed more attention than himself.

He and Anya were asked to sit in the back of an ambulance while another responder rushed about and got ready for a long night. Laika glanced around, only to find the movement made his headache worse. He just figured Anya was nearby with him.

There wasn’t much more he could do now. He had at least completed the promise to himself of keeping her alive this long.

[littlesnowprince-blog1]

To Keep You Warm

[iceeyedsoldier]

littlesnowprince‌:

Matvei laughed, the sound wet and a little uneven as he brought a hand up to cover Laika’s. Of course he wasn’t dreaming. His dreams never captured Laika’s person just right – something was always off. Eyes no blue enough, hair not fluffy enough, his skin not smooth enough… Sometimes there were the nightmares, the cold stares, the looks of indifference and only the view of a back as he walked away, but this… 

This was perfect. The most perfect thing he’d seen an experienced in a year.

“I guess that’s true,” he mumbled, rubbing his cheek to Laika’s palm. He remembered the one time he’d made a request about a change for his room. A small change. New curtains because something had happened to his. Months. Months. He’d ended up replacing them himself – and they were much cuter than the old ones. 

Laika cherished the feeling of Matvei’s cheek for a moment. It was a little more mature, not smooth like a baby’s. It felt right, and alluded to just how much Matvei had grown while he was away. Some growth was good, some needed correction, but Laika was thankful for it.

“Maybe, just maybe...” Laika warned with a laugh. “I’ll forget to put in the form, for a week or two.”

It wouldn’t be the first time he was purposefully forgetful for Matvei’s sake. He tapped his chin a little, and gestured.

“Come on, sit up Vivi. I still have to give you thanks for your present~”

[iceeyedsoldier]

[ hiiiii

first week at a new school was exhausting as expected. i went out and played pogo after work each day to grind stardust and i got some good moltres’ today!

now tonight and tomorrow is replies time! ]

[iceeyedsoldier]

Netto: Hewwo! I will be youw sewgeon today! Intewnal bweeding you say? Let’s make ouw fiwst wittle incision.

Dingo: Dowcto, we'wre loswing him!

Netto: Quick! Hand me the defibwiwatow!

Laika: Please. Turn off my fucking life support.

[iceeyedsoldier]

“Todabor day is Labor Day.”

[iceeyedsoldier]

Buggy Code

[iceeyedsoldier]

eugenechaudblaze‌:

“Oh, I’ll do more than fire them,” he said, quite annoyed by all of this. “Father may want to do it instead. He can do far worse things to them then I can.”

Enzan kept working on the locator problem, finding various errors that were almost unnoticeable by someone who hadn’t thoroughly looked the program over. All of them had to placed between when it left his desk to when it was launched which wasn’t a large window of time, however it could have been passed around any number of times in that short span.

After a few silent moments he sat back, making sure he found all of the errors. “I’m going to relaunch the code which should bring him out of Limbo. Brace yourself, Searchman.”

He hit the button to relaunch, waiting a bit anxiously to see if it worked.

Laika’s head rolled to the side. “Yeah, pass. Less paperwork for you if you just rat them out.”

He stayed silent while the sound of a keyboard being used filled the room. Were this not a proprietary matter, Laika would offer to help. Enzan had just mentioned his Father having the power similar to gods. That alone kept his foreign military hands from getting involved.

A short buzz of a message was all that was needed for Searchman’s confirmation. The relaunch was tedious to watch from Laika’s point of view. Each tic in the progress bar was stared at, to the point where holes could be shot through the computer screen. 

But when it was done, Searchman was standing there, in the same spot he was before the update hit. Laika leaned back and sighed silently. Thank god.

[eugenechaudblaze]

Sparring with Swords//Closed RP

[iceeyedsoldier]

eugenechaudblaze‌:

“I’m sure,” Enzan replied. He could handle it and the probable bruising that would come with it. “This thing hurts too, if I smack you with it hard enough.”

He relaxed his shoulders a bit, tensing the muscles in his legs. His eyes were focused on Laika’s blade.

“I’m ready when you are.”

“Well, you won’t get the chance.”

The prideful remark was Laika’s last. He stood still for another second, then started to bounce. The rules were never set, now that he thought about it. What counted as a successful attack? For him, any swat would count. He figured they could use the space beyond what counted as a piste. Laika felt bold enough to make the first move. He swayed to the side, and lunged forward epee first.