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we haven’t been here in a while, or a lot for .. a long while, && we apologize for that!! something happened that killed our asterios muse for the most part, && we’ve yet to get it back fully for a while .. so consider this a late hiatus post. in the meantime, feel free to follow our other blogs ( @lcyalbound , @tosever , @marhearted ) or contact us on skyp / disc.ord ( tacomaeda for skyp / replicholy#8291 for disc.ord )
hey fuckers. guess who’s here. its taco, the idiot that forgets stuff a lot. we haven’t been doing well for a while, but we think we’ll be able to better juggle our blogs! everything we do will be queue’d, & some days we won’t be here, so consider it a semi - hiatus. but if you want to find us somewhere else more often, @lcyalbound is a good bet, & in the rules on that blog we have a link to a list of places to find us!
caliburnus.
✞ Beauty is more than skin deep! Is that not a recital of the human race in order to alleviate their own perils? Such clause cannot be limited strictly to their reservations; it is a proverb everyone can benefit from believing. “Then, would you like to see?” Within these inlaid pockets is a mirror – wee enough to fit within her palm, but able enough to reflect what is needed.
“This device will guide you. I worry slightly for your reaction, but please, I ask that you view them slowly… and think not of anything else but.”
SHE BRINGS FROM HER POCKET A REFLECTIVE surface, light glinting off the object, though different from the dark pools that he was used to. instead of deeply colored && emerging from those he slew, this one is clear, without scorn of his actions. he wonders if it will show differently, for what he saw time && time before, was of no human.
with a moment of hesitation he brings himself closer to the mirror, leveling himself to better see. past strands of white, over scars && rough skin, the beast of mazes comes to a halt. it was as he had thought before, reflecting crimson had not lied ; what is normally the whites of a humans eyes is covered with darkness, surrounding red.
though a monster he is, there had been hope that perhaps what he saw before was a means of revenge for what he had done, but now he sees it was nothing of the sort. for many passing moments, all asterios does is stare, before lifting a hand, fingers pressed under his eye.
hey fuckers. guess who’s here. its taco, the idiot that forgets stuff a lot. we haven’t been doing well for a while, but we think we’ll be able to better juggle our blogs! everything we do will be queue’d, & some days we won’t be here, so consider it a semi - hiatus. but if you want to find us somewhere else more often, @lcyalbound is a good bet, & in the rules on that blog we have a link to a list of places to find us!
aonadh.
ya but i keep getting into fights so im like 2 busy to start one with someone you know
somehow i find that hard to believe.
daemonusdea.
The snarl upon her lips is nothing to scoff at; for if there was such a power, the expression she wears is enough to kill several hundred men ( which was, oddly enough, what the Intoner only wished she could do at the moment ). That being said, there was thankfully room for self-control, as minute as it was.
Answers is what she prompted for now, and if they were to her dissatisfaction…well, then she could release some of that pent-up aggression. Though the outcome may remain the same regardless of how he answered.
No doubt is there that she has already sized him up, attention paid to the weapons he brandishes. He’s a strong son of a bitch, that’s for sure. But really, what’s interesting is this beast’s mannerisms. Would he have been a proper monster, surely he would have put those halberds to good use by now. Instead he stands and watches from behind the mask, and in the end– speaks. A shock to Zero’s system, eye widening as her sword drops in it’s position.
“ What the hell… “ It’s a breathless whisper, looking over his form once again. “ Hey, Dummy…you can talk? Who the hell are you? “ The murderer has forgotten her rage for now, at least.
WEAPON LOWERS, HER GAWKING MORE TAKING DOMINANCE over desire for bloodshed, anger not having left but now more of a faded glow. destroy, maim, slaughter ; his mind speaks in growls && taunting, hunger for the flesh of man to feed on growing by the moment.
she has dropped her guard && weapon, a choice most FOOLISH for one that stands before a man eating beast. the power one emits meant naught when they choose a path ending in death -- still, the chance is not taken, he stands towering over her.
“ i am ... asterios. “ he speaks slowly, heard past the metal of his mask in low tones. the name he desires to be called, a life that could have been yet he was destined to be shunned from. SELFISHNESS OF OTHERS was his beginning, the blood of innocent his death sentence. ( the gods are cruel, he believes, but man is no better ; neither is he. angels do not exist, beings of pure innocence && good are myths that cannot, will never, be. )
“ i live here .... you will find nothing. “
aonadh.
hello big man please don’t kill me my famly is dying
someone loved you enough to have a family with you?
hello little man. / @aonadh
mhxcu.
« 謎のヒーローX » “Don’t worry about it.”
He grins, attempting to give the other a small clap to the back but he’s not quite sure where his hand ended up.
“You know, apparently some people find you intimidating, but you seem like a good guy. I wonder why…”
Maybe it was their height or build?
Clearly X knew nothing about their background or myth, but then and again, even if he did know, would it change his opinion?
IT COMES AS NO SHOCK THAT OTHERS would find him intimidating, whether it be his appearance, past, or the present anger that resides in the beast. whatever the reason, he expects more frightened glances to be given to him rather than friendly gestures ; it’s what he’s come to know.
however, it does not mean it’s preferred.
“ you think ... i’m good? “ how mistaken. he strives to differ from the merciless demon, but his deeds have been committed.
sorry for disappearing for a while! we logged out to use asterios’ browser for another blog & lost track of time. we have new people to check out which we’ll do now! feel free to hop into our im if you want to plot or anything!
we’re currently making a list of everything we owe - ic & ooc! - so while we do that feel free to LIKE this for a starter!
daemonusdea.
starter.– - @labrynthined
How long had she been running this maze? The obvious answer is longer than her patience– perhaps with her sense of direction and general stubbornness, this was not a task she should have taken. Yet here was the goddess anyhow; tired, aching, and most importantly, engulfed with fury.
For the beast she sees in front of her now, this is a circumstance steeped in rotten luck. Already is her blade in hand, a white-knuckled death-grip only tightening further on the hilt, the tip now thrust in it’s direction. Someone has to pay for her woes, after all.
“ You! Big, stupid asshole! I’ve been down here for fuck knows how long, my feet hurt like hell, I’m tired, I’m hungry, and instead of some great treasure I was supposed to find, all I found is you! What the hell are you supposed to be, anyways?! Apparently there was a minotaur down here, but you aren’t nearly ugly enough to be one! “
OUTSIDERS THAT BREATHE AIR SO FREE, TO wonder into his domain, the labyrinth built of disgust filled stone after shameful brick, whatever FOOLISH REASON they have resting atop their tongues to release at a moments notice in hopes of mercy being shown. trespassers who enter, judgement && senses absent from their mind, become lost ; they fall to the walls coated in the deceased, the madness that overtakes their mind, && the relentless BEAST who walks it.
she speaks of treasure ( what of value could reside down in the depths of hell but the wailing of sorrow && pain? ). she speaks of the minotaur ( who stands before her now, yet she does not falter ; she stands ready && with anger that matches his own, unrealized he is who she’s heard of. 0
STILL, she is what they all are. trespassers, sacrifices, a source of nutrition. he loathes the thoughts which plague his monstrous mind, but has fallen at their feet before. the mask on his face lifts with his head, metal bent && fashioned to resemble that of a bulls head. his halberds are kept in his hands, arms at his side, as finally he speaks.
“ there ... is nothing.. here. “ kill her, it screams, but he does not yet. she shows no fear, && for that, he waits. if she is to launch an attack, he will deliver his own.
aonadh.
‘ having a little trouble with the pronounciation, are we now? don’t worry, you’ll get it eventually. ’ HIS CADENCE IS NOT OF derision, but soft amusement, entirely unprovoking in tonality and intent. the tension has dissolved for as far as he can see, and his shoulders relax, hand raising to rougly ( but not too forcefully ) clap asterios on the back in a notion of camaraderie.
‘ you seem like a pretty good person! would you like to be friends, asterios? ’
HEAD DIPS IN THOUGHT && THANKS TOWARDS the other servant, his friendly attitude striking through what remaining slivers of animosity, turning the feeling to dust. showings of such is enough to give him pause, chest swelling with appreciation -- more so when the preferred name, that of which he was born with, is used.
almost eagerly does the beast nod, enthusiasm radiating from large stature at the prospect of FRIENDSHIP. “ mm! “ he stands tall now, hands raised from his sides to his chest in fists, as though struggling to contain himself. “ i would! “
caliburnus.
✞ Never had praise so guileless bled guilt into her heart so grimly. Savagery does not even linger to remind her of his mightier characteristics – only vulnerabilities remain to decorate his innocence. “Nature is not often red, asides from flowers and leaves as they turn in autumn. Perhaps what is more fitting for you, are rubies. They say that gems begin crude, but shine magnificently when they are polished.
Tell me, have you ever beheld real jewels?”
TO COMPARE JEWELS OF GRAND BEAUTY && the glaring red / black of his eyes gave him pause, those in question widening with wonder, a sprinkle of appreciation atop. never had he thought it possible to turn ghastly appearances into something of better, approachable, worth, yet she does so with confident ease.
“ i haven’t. “ before he was locked beneath palace floors perhaps he had, surrounded by walls of color before his descent into morbid, colorless corridors. to memory, his words stand.
ignoblesse.
“Hot chocolate is a type of drink – it’s warm milk with cocoa powder or sweetened chocolate powder mixed in. I tend to use cocoa powder and sweeten it with honey.”
[♚] Speaking about another subject soothes his nerves, makes him less tense; the posture winds down, the shoulders uncoil – explaining even so small a thing is comforting to him. Sharing knowledge is a gift of power, after all.
If he can focus on something else, it makes the memories and nightmares recede, if only for this moment. Surely no one would mind if he snuck into the kitchens at these hours? [♚]
“I’ll make sure not to over-sweeten yours, since I…have quite a sweet tooth, I will admit.”
IN BASICS, CHOCOLATE MADE INTO A LIQUID. ...admittedly, that’s all he paid much mind to ; the fact it’s chocolate && drinkable. the master has calmed, asterios notices afterwards, but makes no move to pull away or push away just yet, unsure of when to do so.
( skills && knowledge of socializing, what’s NORMAL / acceptable, is barely existent, following the examples presented to him by those that linger in his presence. )
“ ..sweet is okay. “ he has no beginning idea of what just sweet enough might be for him, but perhaps today will be the day he finds out - if he chooses to sweeten the berserkers just as much as his own, he’ll drink without complain.
mhxcu.
« 謎のヒーローX » His grin grows wider as he drops it into their outstretched palm, glad that they were willing to accept it.
“It kinda reminded me of you. You know, how you’re really fluffy and all.”
Honestly, calling a fully grown man, let alone a warrior like the man before him fluffy was probably not the best compliment, but X was always honest with his words.
BRINGING THE TRINKET CLOSER TO INSPECT, THE beast silently agrees with the fluffy statement when given to the keychain, feeling the hairs against rough skin. it’s an innocent gift, one of goodwill, bringing confusion to his mind. something small, && cute, had made someone think of him, rather than murderous && frightening.
eyes find him again, speaking after a lingering moment of silence. “ thank you .... but, i have nothing for you. “