bird of prey.

corvo attano, lord protector to her majesty empress emily kaldwin // as penned by eden. affiliated with koi no yokan; please read rules & app before interacting.

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

♜ @decomposeyourself​ // starter call.

corvo is aware that the island’s systems have assigned him a partner, but by virtue of misaligned schedules he’s had yet to meet them at their shared residence. there are occasions where he stops home and smells a meal recently cooked, but never catches sight of his roommate.

that unlucky streak is finally broken today. corvo arrives at the apartment early enough to spot who he can only assume is his roommate poking around in the fridge. nothing is cooking just yet, and they look somewhat lost in thought.

❝ hello, ❞ he starts as he crosses the threshold and passes by the kitchen. ❝ you must be... amalie, right? corvo. it’s a pleasure to finally meet you. ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

moonlitlady‌:

A stony face. Brows furrowed. Lips creased. Object grasped firmly in his hands. They hadn’t traded many words before traveling to the beach, so Cornflower had to scan the gentleman’s body language to pick up his mood. Or she could just talk to him, but she had though it better to at least try and read him, in case he preferred less small talk.

“I do not blame you for your concern. I confess, I hate swimming on account of my attire. I cannot imagine what saltwater would do to your leathers.” She had seen at least two adventurers literally launch themselves into the ocean, heedless of their personal items, and despaired doing the same. “I have heard the city can provide transportation to the ruins…would that be preferable to you?” Honestly, the opportunity knocking was just enough to override the sapphire’s distaste for watery clothes, but if her ally was fine with taking another path, it would be a win-win scenario, right?

the matter-of-factness with which the woman addresses his concerns makes corvo wonder if he’d been rambling aloud. absolutely sure he hasn’t been, he blinks once, stunned into silence.

he should learn not to balk so frequently at unusual people and fantastical skills in places like this. he must appear similarly strange to those less supernaturally endowed. in an effort to save face, he recovers about as quickly as he can manage.

❝ er — yes, it would, actually, ❞ he replies, finally finding his words. ❝ i won’t ask how you were able to guess at my predicament so easily, but if you know of a better way down, i’d be obliged to accompany you. ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

♜ @sirens-wrath​ // starter call.

well, this is certainly a surprise. corvo had hardly expected to see any familiar faces; it seems he isn’t the only one being tossed about between realities. it’s oddly comforting to know.

at least this time, he isn’t seeing her past the barrel of her gun. he joins her in standing before the massive wall-sized aquarium, watching as all manner of strange fish swim idly by. this is a far cry from the middle of the woods.

❝ forgive me if i’m wrong, but i do think we’ve met before, ❞ he says, extrapolating purely out of a want to be polite. he doesn’t recall getting her name the last time. ❝ seems that circumstances have changed a bit. how are you holding up? ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

♜ @missingflame // starter call.

the mainland has a more hectic air about it than the island his lakeside lodgings sit upon. to corvo, beaulieu feels as though it bears a weight its residents would sooner forget; it’s evident in the ruined buildings that lie just beyond the outskirts of civilization. the royal protector, too, would prefer to spend time away than go asking after things that aren’t his business.

the walk across the bridge to koi does well to clear his head of some proverbial fog. things seem to pick up immediately when he sets foot on the other side. people are everywhere. streets are lined one and all with places to go or things to see.

it’s more than enough of a distraction, he supposes.

corvo picks a young man with a cane out of the approaching individuals on the sidewalk. his steps are measured and slow, and other pedestrians give him a decent enough berth as they move around. 

the royal protector hopes an offer of aid won’t be perceived as shallow pity. it’s just that the man seems... unsure. maybe a little lost. corvo wouldn’t feel right leaving him without asking.

❝ excuse me — if you’re trying to get anywhere in particular, would you mind if i lent you a hand? ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

♜ @moonlitlady // frenzy starter call.

corvo hasn’t quite figured out what to make of this situation.

he’s no stranger to cities that are the seat of some unusual social experiment by this point, but this one seems to place more emphasis on the social aspect of it all. it’s daunting, to say the least; becoming acquainted with an entirely new town and meeting dozens of new people is a chore, and now it’s been revealed that this place has a storied history all its own.

those more adventurous than he have taken to the water in droves, eager to explore the ruins. the royal protector knows not if such an effort will provide any answers, but he takes a water bottle nonetheless.

it isn’t that he’s not a good swimmer — he’s excellent, despite his age. it’s the idea of being trapped underwater that puts him off. he turns the bottle over in his hands idly at the water’s edge, indecisive.

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

// hey! i’ve been a little slow on the uptake over here, but i’m ready to get things rolling for corvo in kny!  here’s a shiny new starter call! i’m capping it at 5 for now. if you’d like them to be for the event, please come to me and let me know! otherwise, they’ll be your usual starters. 

[aienkienrp]

Screeching, high-sounding static trumpets throughout islands   ――   the mayor’s loudspeaker is going out of control !!   ――   distorted consultation heeded before line drops. Everything, everyone goes quiet. Elsewhere, woman gives expression less than satisfied;  figures Empyrean princess would settle for appliances as malfunctioning as her administration. She didn’t want to follow Tham’uth’s course of action yet it seemed she no longer had a choice. Perfect. Scowling, silhouette removes herself from surveillance room and marches, angrily, into congregation. Four manifestations of various sizes receive her. Destiny’s clock starts to move once again.

The following morning, wide-screen televisions have been rigged, quintuple making jolly and asking if all those, presently, in attendance could make them out alright. As if Christina wasn’t strange enough, five new weirdos have come.

Who appears to be the shortest of the group takes charge. Grabbing a microphone whilst hip-hopping around, laughing and yipping despite warning from the others.  “GOod mOrning i~ or gOod evening ? GOod afternOon~ ? DOesn’t matter ! I’m VALENTINE HART~!! I’m one of the cutest members of the Bureau~ nice tO meet you all. Let’s get alOng, okay~”

Oh, what fresh hell had befallen them now?

Keep reading

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

sirens-wrath‌:

     Normally, falling into the lull of meditation was easy for Maya. For her, it was basically second nature after all these years. But that day, not even the crisp air and overwhelming quiet of the Mistwood could get her to relax. Too much stress? Probably… Either way, it wasn’t happening any time soon.

    Swinging her legs off the side of the rock she was sitting on, Maya gave a hearty sigh of acceptance. It was frustrating, but this wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. On the bright side, if she wasn’t getting any meditation in, then she could at least catch herself something to eat!

    Maya drew her gun and held it close as she dropped into the brush surrounding her usual meditating spot. Hunting out here was actually quite easy, with how bizarrely quiet everything was. If you strained your ears, you could hear a pin drop! Or… in today’s case, cracking twigs. That’s strange, she thought to herself as she moved through a patch of trees, deer don’t usually come out this way.

    She fell into a crouch on instinct, flicking the holosight of her Plasma Caster up in case she had to be ready. The footfalls were getting closer, and part of her was excited to finally have something that wasn’t cup noodles for dinner! Unfortunately, as she hopped up out of the brambles, it wasn’t a deer she was pointing her gun at, but… a man.

    ❝ Uh— ❞

    ❝ Hi. ❞ Well, this was awkward.

well, another person was not among the things corvo thought he would encounter. there isn’t much he can do facing down a gun in his current state. if he tries his blink, she could think him a threat. an attempt at disarmament was an option, but a risky one. he decides against either. the woman appears just as confused to see him as he does to see her, and the royal protector will take his chances at avoiding violence altogether.

❝ hi, ❞ he says after some effort, displaying his hands palms-out for her to see. ❝ my apologies for... startling you. i would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t shoot me. ❞

the stranger looks as though she’s been camping out here for a while, but corvo can’t quite formulate why. her gun isn’t at all like any hunting gear he’s ever seen.

❝ i was just passing through. i’ve never been to this part of the island. ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

@sweetfatale​ // SIGNAL starter call.

it is during a reprieve from from his own hallucinations of the city in ruins that he sees a young woman in a rather strange outfit sprinting full-tilt down a side street toward him, no doubt fleeing from one of her envisioned monsters. corvo gives her path a wide berth, and even prepares to offer his assistance, but —

it appears that she was ahead of her attacker by a good margin. as soon as she reaches where the alley opens up, she spins on her heel, directing her momentum into a strike from her bat.

though corvo can’t see the monster, he can tell that it feels the impact. if it’s still alive, getting up would surely be a mistake.

❝ i was going to ask if you needed my help, but it looks like you have things under control. are you alright? ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

atonings‌:

@mostlyfleshandsteel ♥️’d

—✕ █ ▌The EXPERIENCE of seeing things that others did not is a disconcerting one, a worry made plain as the lines on his face. An aspect of FEAR curls through harsh bones, but he’s talented at seeming to be stalwart in the face of adversary. Besides, he worries not for himself, but for one other, most precious and VALUABLE companion.

A companion not here at present, but it was a MUTUAL decision to separate in the moment. A means of learning what he could despite shortcomings and obstacles in the way, though at the moment, he’s simply walking through the city HE knows, wondering just when all hell will break loose once again

Loghain does not have it in his nature to STARE, but he takes pause for a brief moment, he doesn’t expect a man close to his age to be moving about like a flailing, beached fish — — in thin air, no less! Of course, he’s somewhat USED TO these behaviours but now, but once it is apparent that the man may just be fighting for his life, the Grey Warden unslings his bow and looses and arrow into thin air. ‘ Did I get it?? ’

the last thing he’d prepared for was an amorphous, distorted hound to clamber up after him onto the rooftops, bravely chasing him onto scaffolding between buildings. the beasts typically do not have the dexterity to do so, but this situation is anything but typical.

it lunges at him repeatedly, forcing corvo across as he avoids its teeth. as soon as the royal protector finds his back against the wall, an arrow whistles through the air and into the hound’s neck.

it slumps, and corvo takes a moment to breathe. looking over the railing, he spots his savior. 

❝ impressive shot. thank you for your help. ❞

doubly so if the archer couldn’t see his target; corvo has been quick to notice that everyone is not privy to the same distorted experience of the city, but hasn’t put much thought to how he must look, appearing as though he’s floating in the air.

❝ are you... seeing things, as well? ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

okay, here we go! here’s a very tiny event starter call for corvo! i’m capping it at 3! that being said, here’s a little bit of information about corvo’s apocalyptic city.

appearance-wise, his city will mirror the conditions of the DUST DISTRICT. not end-of-the-world by any means, but certainly unlivable conditions. people are pushed out of their homes by horrible dust storms stirred up by mining activity, and abandoned residences are often rendered inaccessible by mountains of silver dust. 

corvo will have plenty of accessible climbing pathways available to him, whether it be rubble, support beams, or outdoor ventilation.

any monsters encountered from corvo’s city are the shape and size of WOLFHOUNDS. watch out, they bite!

corvo doesn’t have any terribly effective weapons on him, but he is physically sound, will help muses get to safety, and can teleport.

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

whalingbones‌:

‘ we do find ourselves in a strange situation, don’t we, corvo? i don’t need to tell you how strange it is to be the one left completely out of my element. ’

‘ i should say, this…displacement came at a very strange time for me. events were set in motion that affected my place in the void, and—well, it hardly matters now. those consequences have already been undone. now i’m here. ’

he hesitates a bit, very obviously, much more transparent now that he actually has gaps in his knowledge of the world around him. the question of whether or not he should tell corvo that, for a few minutes, the outsider walked the world with a beating heart is one he struggles with. but his judgement gets the better of him, at least for now; corvo had no business knowing. not the details, anyway.

‘ am i the first familiar face you’ve come across? i would imagine that must make this whole place feel much stranger to you. ’

it is not unlike the outsider to speak cryptically, though the words’ usual lofty air has dissipated now that they share the same disorientation. corvo is left wondering what exactly he means by events — perhaps he had been untethered from a different point in time?

the royal protector does not think any thread of questioning will be productive. it isn’t the time or the place.

❝ you are. ❞

a bit of suspicion is healthy, but if this whole ordeal were some trick of the void, the outsider would, by all accounts, know. that he deflects some of his own confusion onto corvo is telling that this is not the case. 

❝ from what i gather, there’s no way for us to leave. ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

sanpatron‌:

The vast and seemingly endless ocean that surrounded the island had been of some interest to the Boss for a while now. He was aware that the Swirling Gulf would be a point of interest to look into later, yet what else seemed to lurk within the depths of these waters?

Had the bastards who brought them here fill it with any sort of sea life? If so, were any of them meant to act as a deterrent from exploring the rest of the island? In that regard what exactly did the rest of this island contained? He knew for a fact it was far bigger than what he had previously imagined, and that certainly got the man thinking.

Yet all these questions and more were soon dropped at the sight of the older gentleman fishing at one of the piers. As a Boston native he found himself somewhat drawn to the act, mostly on account of having done it many times before with his father.

“ Anything biting? ” He finally asks after casually approaching the man.

corvo wasn’t anticipating the company; he startles briefly, but recovers.

❝ nothing yet, i’m afraid. ❞

the pier stretches relatively far across the ocean from the beach, but the royal protector has yet to get any strong hits. perhaps he would have better luck if he went sailing, but he has no current desire to board a boat.

his sister is the one that taught him how to fish; his father died well before he was old enough to hold the rod properly. corvo remembers his mother being worried that he’d fall into the water while beatrici’s back was turned.

❝ fishing isn’t always about catching the fish, anyway. ❞

if it were, people wouldn’t do it. it can take days before one has any real success, and if you are of particular misfortune, you might never catch anything at all.

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

@dawncrests // starter call.

there is some kind of play going on at the theatre of calliope. 

corvo was never one for the art of drama; every performance he’d ever attended was always with jessamine, always for a political purpose, and always filled to the brim with attendees from the estate district. the grander productions were hardly accessible to people of lower classes, who were often relegated to written transcripts of screenplays. the atmosphere fostered by untrustworthy and single-minded nobility within the halls often made corvo’s stomach turn sour.

here, it is different. anyone is welcome to attend a show.

it is this distinction that makes corvo decide to purchase a ticket. he finds his seat quickly, and settles in.

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

lordspeaker‌:

the soft notes of the pair’s melody carries over the thoroughfare with a timbre like birdsong, and he finds himself turning step and wandering down the narrow streets it travels upon. its source is a small square with a fountain bubbling away at its center, a peaceful sort of place that the music seems to illuminate.

there is a wide bench nearby with a man seated at one end, and so he hovers beside the other, one hand upon its armrest, a polite smile upon his lips.

“may i sit here?”

❝ you may, ❞ he confirms with a nod. 

this is the first time the pair have accepted collections. corvo remembers too late that the island’s currency isn’t physical, but still locates an odd coin or two from home in his pockets. if he was lucky, he could catch the musicians before they left for the day and provide them an electronic transfer of dust. with a sigh, he removes the coins from his pocket and turns them over in his hands.

❝ sometimes i wonder if they came from the same place i did, even though i know that likely isn’t the case. they sound so similar to a performing duo from my hometown. ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

@iiisodoped // starter call.

fibonacci ward is home to some of the island’s more notable criminal activity, but it also is the center of the greatest disparity between rich and poor. the further corvo descends, the more apparent the nature of the situation becomes; living conditions for native residents become worse and worse. to hide your less fortunate far below the world above, such that some are afflicted by a fear of the sun, disgusts corvo greatly.

when he enters one of the levels close to the canyon floor, the royal protector sees what he at first perceives as a decomposing corpse propped in a sitting position against a wall. it is only when he draws closer and the body moves its hand to scratch at the side of its face that corvo realizes that this person is still alive. 

he cannot imagine what kind of wasting disease would do this to the skin.

❝ are you... are you alright? ❞

[mostlyfleshandsteel]

riteofdawn‌:

molly flashes a grin, wide enough to show his teeth. it was clear that this individual was trying to stay as low-profile as possible, but it was hard to ignore someone like mollymauk for long. that was just the way he liked it.

❝ not at all, ❞ he answers cheerfully with a flick of his tail. ❝ just wandering the city, trying to make friends. can’t have enough of those these days, right? ❞

the phrasing—his own phrasing, at that—makes molly’s outward expression fall a bit. makes him recall the last group of friends he’d told that to, and how he knows he’s been ripped away from them with no idea what to do next. but he shakes off the thought; there wasn’t a point in thinking about it now.

❝ what about you, stranger? do you need something? ❞

❝ i guess so. ❞

corvo has never been very good at reading people, but this one in particular is proving an exceptional challenge.

one could dissect any point in the lord protector’s life and find that people whom he calls friend can be counted on only a few fingers, regardless of the decade. his personal misgivings and wariness of being spread too thin have suited him to small, trusted groups, but he can understand why others need more attention.

maybe the conversation will at least help the stranger, in that regard.

❝ no, no... i thought i’d take a look around this part of the city, but i’ve come to find that i don’t like it very much. ❞

if it weren’t for its access to the ocean, corvo decides, he wouldn’t think of coming here again.