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blue path Tyrest // au - rp - advice // independent

[purplebuddhaproject]

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[judextyrestae-blog]

the Judge will not be presiding for a while. napping in a comfy cape is completely acceptable.

[judextyrestae-blog]

the Judge rubs at his optics, summoned from the depths of the infinite layers of colorful rainbow universe. sometimes he wished he had the godly right to ask just who summoned him.

[purplebuddhaproject]

[purplebuddhaproject]

When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings.

Michael Jackson (via purplebuddhaproject)

[vxtum-archived]

                [♜] ;; — To have his intimate boundaries being trespassed upon only had his arms tightening against his chestplates, steel creaking beneath the exertion. It seemed to be a commonality between the ‘untouchables’, being emboldened by either one’s lack of a physical form or the wielding of great magic that made them quite comfortable pushing much too close to him. He turned his helm away, forcing out the ethereal view of the planet in his attempt to drive out the Judge from his peripheral vision. His fields began to crackle as they coiled ever closer to his armour plating. “I care not for your unsolicited advice concerning my private affairs, apparition,” he spoke, deep vocals clipped with ire. “If you have business here, then get on with it.”

[judextyrestae-blog]

laughter, although genuinely kind type. the Judge smiles, looking upon the Warrior with great care. so much inside, he felt. private affairs indeed.

susurration of fabric came when the Judge stood, stave gripped in one hand, the other held toward the Warrior in concentration. be it magic or some gift from the unseen, the Judge did his work, in the form of silence and will. a breaking of a wave from esoteric origin, cracking the spell that had been placed on this loyal and mighty spark that the time warden had glanced upon many times, as the Judge willed it so for only those worthy.

“be free of the weight that which you bear, Cyclonus. you hold a great space in that old fool’s spark, and such dalliances from foolish nonentities are unforgivable in their attempts in what they believe to be helping. you did the right thing.” the Judge smiled again, bowing with a flourish of his cape. “may Light grace you.”

with that, the Judge was gone, a whisper of turning pages marking his exit as he faded from the Warrior’s presence.

[purplebuddhaproject]

Letting go a little brings a little peace. Letting go a lot brings a lot of peace. Letting go completely brings complete peace.

Ajahn Chah (via purplebuddhaproject)

[kushandwizdom]

If you have someone good, I hope you’re letting them know. On a daily.

MR (via kushandwizdom)

[purplebuddhaproject]

For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length–and there I travel looking, looking breathlessly.

Carlos Castaneda  (via purplebuddhaproject)

[vxtum-archived]

::a ripple through space and time heralds the Judge's presence:: i hear one of those pests from the shadows has interrupted the peace in these parts.

                [♜] ;; — The specter’s intrusion had the disfigured warrior growling low, sharp jawline tightening. Reflexively, he lashed his E.M. fields closer to his frame. He graced the Judge an answer that was only the heavy silence that he had shrouded himself in.When were they not causing disruption and further chaos?He continued to gaze out into the distance of space, watching the garden planet from his seat on the rocky surface of a hulking, slow drifting asteroid.Eventually, he would have no choice but to return. Not for the Obligation, as he would wait for as long as he needed until he felt certain nothing untoward would take place.But Malcka would not be capable of waiting so long.

[judextyrestae-blog]

the Judge seemed to radiate sunlight and peace despite the dour Warrior’s air. cowl rippling as he moved, hovering a handswidth from the dark surface upon which Cyclonus sat. coming to rest beside Cyclonus, he sat - still hovering - looking out to the planet where business was to be conducted.

“he wouldn’t hurt you, you know?” the Judge shrugged, smirking. but what did he know? stubborn hard-headed mecha. he would have to get after the daimyo as well. 

“anyway, i’m here for business. you want a reprieve from that pesky curse that was given to you?”

[dai-galvatron]

::bells, soft and chiming, plead for the old mech's attention::

He is tired, and did not fight the intrusion.

“No place in your realm to be a voyeur in, Tyrest?”

[judextyrestae-blog]

cape swishing, the Judge settles in corporeal form nearby. he smiles. “you know me, fingers in every page of the great big book of the universes. are you doing well?”

[purplebuddhaproject]

[thepsychmind]

Fun Psychology facts here!

[purplebuddhaproject]

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[judextyrestae-blog]

splitting existence was not a hard thing to do. feeling the old mech’s suffering, the Judge flitted through the pages of space to Galvatron’s lair, phasing into reality to hover over the violet mech. 

gently, softly, the Judge lay on top of his old friend, draping them both with his cowl.

[dai-galvatron]

Galvatron was not so giving when Tyrest touched him.

He jolted up, and laid into the other mech, cracking a fist right into ochre face plates. A low, guttural growl followed the strike, after which the daimyo stood and stalked away.

[judextyrestae-blog]

physicality had been expected, and the Judge took the strike without a word. he did deserve it, on some level or another. 

clutching his aching face, Tyrest withdrew without a word, allowing his shard to return to origin. 

[dai-galvatron]

Like watching a holovid of everything terrible about one’s life, Galvatron witnessed in sight beyond sight.

He was going to go stick his helm under a cushion.

[judextyrestae-blog]

splitting existence was not a hard thing to do. feeling the old mech’s suffering, the Judge flitted through the pages of space to Galvatron’s lair, phasing into reality to hover over the violet mech. 

gently, softly, the Judge lay on top of his old friend, draping them both with his cowl.

[dai-galvatron]

[judextyrestae-blog]