Messenger of the Snow Realm

[WIP] Independent Courier from Arknights. Written by Grizz

[kjeragcourier]

△ + Do you have a crush on a lot of bear operator's?

Still a seven. Odd that they are asking about ursus in particular. “I do not stranger, though I find it odd that you are singling out the Ursus... especially when many of them in Rhodes Island are young students.”

[kjeragcourier]

△ Courier this may be a little silly to ask but I got to ask it, is there anyone in Rhodes Island that you may have a crush on

This.... this was a seven. He never expected the doctor to be interested in affairs like this. Normally that was Silverash’s role.....

“.... if you insist, there are many in Rhodes Island that I may have a crush on. Others that I may not as well. Unfortunately, I have packages to deliver, Doctor, so I’m afraid that I cannot go into details at the moment...”

[kjeragcourier]

△+ "My hands will only get bloodier as time progresses and matters in our homeland remain as they are. If one day Rhode Island stands against me, what will you do?"

He had grown fond of everyone on the ship, the Doctor as well as everyone else. Yet his loyalties still remained, he knew this. “Five. As always, I will be loyal to your side, my lord. Though.... as long as Encia and Anya still have loyalties to Rhode Island, I would be dreading that day. They both have grown fond of the other operators, and unlike myself and Matterhorn they are not bound to you by oath....”

“...If they happened to side with Rhodes Island over you, then I would rather us find a way to solve the issue diplomatically.”

[kjeragcourier]

△+ "Hypothetically speaking if I used Matterhorn's cooking and appearance along with your scent and charm to seduce people into supporting my caused and businesses I invested in aboard, what would be the limits for you and how morally and ethically unsound would this situation be in your opinion?"

“Gods... since it’s you lord Silverash, a four. I am happy to charm, though I would rather leave my scent out of this. It’s too potent to be used in important business meetings and advertising.” Even though this was totally normal for Itra, he still hated the fact that his mark of manhood was so easily detectable by the noses of non-itra. It made working with others hard at times, especially the Lupo and Perro.

“Though if you must use my scent, I suggest you use it sparingly and not for commercial use. I do not wish for people of my race to be exploited, my lord.”

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[kjeragcourier]

"So you're saying my package was too big for them to take it all in at one time? Tch. It can fit, they're simply just being difficult for the sake of it. You do have my permission to assist them in perpetration for receiving ALL of my package, Courier."

“I’m sorry sir, but they’ve been going at it for hours trying to make it fit. The package is extremely thick and heavy, and unfortunately a mishap in the shipping room ruined most of our assistive equipment. The ones that we do have won’t do enough to help force your package inside... I’m not sure if even my strength could assist in forcing your package to come in, and it’s too big to properly finesse with just one person.”

Courier sighed, trying to think of the options. “The best option we have is to unload the contents outside, then slowly load the contents inside. Though it may be best if we do this at night with coverings so we can ensure no one sees the contents of the package.”

[kjeragcourier]

kjeragwarlord​:

Arts-infused ink, huh?

 If it was used to protect sensitive documentation, then an arts-user might not be needed if one knew how active it…

SilverAsh managed to reveal the hidden information on the “blank” papers by activating the arts-infused ink.

 “I found these papers in an abandoned cabin….”, his voice trailed off as he saw the report of missing or dead operators. These weren’t accounting for the initial team sent and the company written here appeared to be attempting to take over the village through their business practices. His expression shifted from confident smirk to a much more stern grimace. The mood shift was evident as he called Courier by his actual name over his codename.

 “-there are 4 dead, 8 missing and the condition of the initial team is unknown. There is technological machinery being used here alongside arts. The locals have supposedly gotten ride of outsiders trying to takeover the village and seem any outsiders overstaying their welcome risk the same fate.” He took a deep sigh.  Their tech communications were just about useless due to static interference and inability to make contact with Rhode Island. His sharp eyes turned to a mom & pop looking store in the village and his tail swayed as he got an idea. 

  “Come. We have supplies we need for our war.”  He spoke with absolute authority and gravity in his tone. 

The ambiguous yet dangerous business man SilverAsh was no longer present in the moment before Courier. Instead, he saw  Enciodas SilverAsh, WARLORD of the SilverAsh clan and radical plutocratic who threatened the very foundation of the Karlan government and religious order. The last time he gotten into this mode there was carnage and bloodshed as prices paid for their glorious revolutionary justice. 

He bought notepads, pens, various bags of candy and treats and matches in bulk. After leaving the store he motioned for Courier to follow him into an area where they there weren’t may prying eyes watching them. He took out the arts infused ink and started write with great pressure on one of the notepads. 

 “We must act as if the missing operators are still alive, so gathering intel on their status is a top priority. The company and the machinery used is likely responsible for the fog and illusion was noted on the paper. If this is the case, then our communication issues might be solved if we can locate and deal this technology. Finally, the festival is a piece to this puzzle we need more details on to make sense of how outsiders are treated during the event and then how poorly they’re treated after. However much time we have left for the festival is how much longer we have until hostile moves are made more openly against us with what I’ve gathered from these papers and the conversation I had at the tavern earlier.”  He didn’t miss a beat as he kept writing instructions down switching between the arts ink and regular ink, folding up each note neatly with a back of matches and bag of candy to go with it. 

  “I want to deliver these out to the several operators in the area after you deliver the papers to the Doctor. Tenzin and I will also be doing the same. It will be likely the two of you keeping communications between our group until we can get the communication static issue resolved. Know you are aware I expect you to nit only survive but return to me with news, so with these orders - go.”

He knew that look. His demeanor had shifted, and Courier was keenly aware what that meant. It seemed that both of their blades will be in use in the near future. His only wish was that Matterhorn would have come along for this operation, as his defenses against arts would be useful here. No matter, he has a task at hand. One that was of the upmost importance.

“Understood. Just make sure you survive as well, Lord Enciodes.”

With that, Courier takes the papers, quickly and silently rushing towards the location of the doctor.

[End Thread]

[kjeragcourier]

kjeragwarlord​:

“…hm? Oh, welcome back Courier. While that is a task that will be done, I want to discuss observations we’ve both made about this area and the villagers who live in it. The papers could be blank, though an Arts-User should be able to tell if that truly is the case.” He disliked having to outsource help, but they were acting on behalf of the Doctor and Rhode Island. He handed the papers for Courier to deliver when he found an fitting operator to examine them. 

  “This village seems too orderly. An organic one would have more lively feel even if the villagers were all dull in terms of personality. Aside from a few children being mischievous, there is no tension. If there was a threat here, by now as outsiders we should have run into the more territory and protective types wanting to know our business here and keeping a watchful eye on us. Yet the greeting seemed almost expected? Most of the villagers lack curiosity to approach us, yet they had enough concern to inform us about a few strange phenomena like the fog and being unable to leave the village.” He paused for a moment, scanning his surroundings before speaking once more, petting Tenzin’s chin getting a soft coo from the bird.

  “Everything seems too structured and contained. Do these people seem like people desperate to break from from a cage they’ve been trapped in? If nothing can get in or out of the village, then it’s only natural to presume at the very least a type of arts-user is involved in this. A beast with this ability would only need to hunt prey and so far there has been no mention of fear of being devoured to my knowledge.” He squinted his eyes at the fog outside the village and then shifted his gaze back to Courier. 

  “Once you find that art-user, meet me at the center of the village.”

He took the papers without hesitation, examining them from front to back. They were blank, not too uncommon, yet if Lord Silverash thought they were important he had no reason not to question it. He continued to nod along to his savior’s monologue, doing his best to take in his thoughts and musings. Yet, his mind still wandered, thinking back to the recent events he experienced. The passage from the graveyard to the cabin, the ghost boy.... the strange ink he had. 

Taking out the vial, courier examined it once again, watching the unassuming black ink swirl around in the vial. It was surprising that this ink did not stain the floor it was spilled on, as if this ink was meant to mark what was designated to mark. Could this be arts as well?

Silverash’s command returned his attention back out of his thoughts, prompting him to speak up before he follows the orders. “Yes, sir. I’ll look for an Arts user. Although, before I go, where did you find these papers? I had stumbled upon this strange ink after discovering a hidden passageway from the graveyard to this strange cabin.” He takes a moment to demonstrate the ink’s properties by dipping a bit of his scarf in the bottle, only for it to come out unstained. “It may be that both of these objects have been altered by the arts...”

[kjeragwarlord]

 This whole thing was starting to give off a similar feel toward that classic poem about one going into a cave where they created their own fears and undoing. How long has it been since he’s read that classic? Years? A Decade? The village appears to having a mixed reception to Rhodes Islands presence here and the silly mischief of children mixed in seamlessly with anything else going on here. He tugged on gloves to adjust them as he looked and listened around for anything noteworthy. 

 “I wonder if I can find anyone who can use arts? There should be some around here who can carry out such a task.”  While spoke to himself he did notice rustling in the bushes. Comically or sadly, it appeared to be two teenaged villagers being amorous. With a bemused smirk and huff he turned his attention else where and let them enjoy their youth. 

[kjeragcourier]

Despite the fact this village seemed small, there were a lot more things to explore than he had initially thought. His recent visit to the graveyard resulted in exposure of a secret passage, at the cost of a bruised behind at that. It was possible that there were more passages like this, though at first he would need to report to lord Silverash...

Speak of the lord himself, he finally managed to find him! Quickly rushing up towards him, Courier managed to overhear him musing to himself. An arts user?

“I’m sorry if I am bothering you, my lord, but is there a reason why you are seeking an arts user? I can assist you in searching for one if you wish.”

[kjeragcourier]

kjeragwarlord‌:

 The last time they sparred together would have occurred when they were both still in Kjerag. Piercingly stern eyes captured Courier’s stances, muscle contractions and noted how he angled his strikes. It was clear that he had not simply stuck with the sword techniques Enciodas taught him but instead incorporated a bit of innovation into his fighting style. If they had been younger and less experienced, SilverAsh wouldn’t have agreed to use real weapons in their training. However, Rhode Island certainly impacted how both men would go about things. 

 The medical staff was quite impressive and while he was lectured about nobles like him disturbing the medical staff with unannounced visits, he knew they wouldn’t let either walk away with untreated injuries. Plus this made their sparring more effective since they were using the swords they went into battle with on occasion. A slight cut on the arm was far less serious than death, yet with how quickly he managed to disarm Courier, it might as well resulted in the death. 

   “You’ve started to develop your own unique style of swordsmanship, solving the issue you had of being too predictable in your movements. Your stances were solid, yet you were too focused on trying to predict my next moves overtaking the momentum away from me, forcing me to react defensively. Against a more skilled opponent, would have lost as soon as you tried to predict their moves over controlling the flow of battle to force them into making certain moves.” He was respected Courier’s dignity too much to lie or distort the truth in any way. 

   “At your current level, you should be able to make Mattherhorn fight seriously, though I believe you’re no match for a seasoned swordsman like Hellagur or Flamebringer. I presume you’re still struggling to obtain that mental space where you and your blade are one while everything else is blank?”

Now that the match was over, Courier silently went to pick up his blade from off the ground. He wasn’t proud that he was disarmed, even though he had made so much improvement. After all, reunion had given him so many unique challenges to face. So many powerful enemies, some who even challenged his skill enough that he had to adapt. The power of the itra was surprising speed and strength coupled with endurance, so he took that to heart. The messenger moved quicker, smarter, each strike now deliberate and performed in such a way to outsmart his opponents. Yet it seemed that he wasn’t gonna outsmart anyone who was more skilled than him in fighting.

“It’s hard to keep my mind blank when there’s so much at stake. The most dangerous threats are the ones who need to be eliminated the quickest, and right now I can’t overpower or out-skill those types of people. I have no option but to outmaneuver them.” Maybe it was foolish to sell himself so short, but he wasn’t going to let reality hit him in the face like that.

Letting out a small sigh, courier sheathed his blade, ears drooped low. He reached into his pocket and grabbed a red rag, placing it over the cut and pressing hard. This one would remind him of how much father he has to go. “Unfortunately, there’s too much at stake to risk not thinking, Enciodas sir.”

[kjeragcourier]

🎂 ha

You sent this in a week after I reblogged this meme how dare

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[kjeragcourier]

"Why can't a nose be 12 inches long? Because then it would be a foot." Have some puns too

He wasn’t ready for this at all. Nope, never. And now he’s stunned. If the doctor was smart then they’d use this new powerful skill to stunlock future opponents.

[shuurin-deactivated20210309]

Beaten you may be, but broken?

              Angels have fallen from greater heights

                                           and survived, so why shouldn’t you?

[forgottenxmuses]

Made another blog folks! The blog will focus on Fate Grand Order, Arknights, and Twisted Wonderland Rps. With some other post I will make from time to time. For more information then read the rules or just check out by blog.                                                                           Rules/Muses/Verses

[kjeragwarlord]

@kjeragcourier​

[kjeragcourier]

[kjeragcourier]

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Symbols for the Mun

*Grabs you and sits you down on a chair* Ok but Misaki is cool and amazing and deserves every single one of these letter thingies 💌 that invades her inbox. Drown her in this stuff I dare ya!

But yea you’re a pretty fucking chill person who I’ve enjoyed chatting with and I’m looking forward to seeing more of what you do in the future!

[kjeragcourier]

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Symbols for the Mun

💍 I want to be exclusives with you 🎉 We’ve been mutuals for ages, and this makes me so happy! 💌 I just think you’re amazing

*grabs you* how dare you send this to me when I asked for it

Ok but seriously Cap is a bro and a friend and I he was the one who got me into this land of furries and gray morality, so I guess I can thank him for that. I should make a mains page somewhere but you’re for sure my main Silverash, and I’m looking forward to expanding the fuck out of Kjerag lore with you! Just don’t expect Courier to let any bullshit aimed at Silverash to even get within smelling range if he has anything to say about it.