Sir Rusya

[rusya-victorovich]

Intro:

"Greetings, I am Sir Rusya. And you are?"

A young man stands before you, long blonde hair down to his shoulders. He would've been handsome if not for the empty look in his eyes, or the perpetual look of distrust on his face, as if something was haunting him. His features were sharp and he was well over 180 centimetres (6 foot), creating a stark image.

Please refer to me as Rusya, my full name (Ruslan Victorovich) is only reserved for those I trust.

If you don't know who I am, I am a knight protecting @elderon-t-wizard , he is very dear to me.

I welcome anyone to interact with me, for I hear there are many kind hearts in this area.

[rusya-victorovich]

My leige has been refering to me as "Pookie" lately, yet he refuses to tell me the meaning of such a word. What is a pookie? Am I really his pookie?

( @elderon-t-wizard )

[rusya-victorovich]

Winning against Elderon in chess feels like a nine year old beating Bobby Fischer. (I won and his heart is broken)

@elderon-t-wizard

[rusya-victorovich]

This is either the final act of my play (death) or I haven't drank enough water...I cannot tell the difference...

[rusya-victorovich]

I'm really corious as to what Elderon's blunts are like but I can't smoke again...I really want to know what its like to be wizard high though..

( @elderon-t-wizard )

[elderon-t-wizard]

you couldn't handle my sick fukcing wizard weed Rusya. You'd become incorporeal

[rusya-victorovich]

Only one blunt cant hurt, though..

[rusya-victorovich]

I'm really corious as to what Elderon's blunts are like but I can't smoke again...I really want to know what its like to be wizard high though..

( @elderon-t-wizard )

[rusya-victorovich]

My liege is making a potion of sorts and he batted my hand away from the couldron, so now I will put my face behind his shoulder like a guilty puppy.

[elderon-t-wizard]

Ever dramatic Rusya, stop sulking and fetch more fire wood from the shed.

And stop with the "My Liege" nonsense, we are equals after all.

[rusya-victorovich]

I will get as much firewood as you please. I promise I am trying to stop calling you "My Leige", old habits die hard I guess.

[thescientist-and-its-machine]

"Greetings, I have a question if you don't mind answering..Does being made of metal feel cold? Or are you unable to feel temperature at all?"

( @rusya-victorovich )

"It is very cold.. but sometimes warm! I don't overheat often so I don't get to feel as warm as people!" The android signs with its hands, a small smile appearing on the censorship in front of where its mouth would be.

"I didn't know you could feel at all. That is certainly something to look into."

[rusya-victorovich]

I see. How peculiar that is, although I can resonate with being cold most of the time. Make sure not to get frost bite or anything.

Rusya's expression softens for a moment, eyes darting between both the android and who he could only assume as its creator. He squinted his eyes when he noticed the black square where the robot's mouth should be, but he did not question it.

[thescientist-and-its-machine]

"I cannot get frostbite, thankfully. I've heard it's terrible.." it signed again, looking at the man beside him.

"It is. You'd have to get your limbs amputated if it got bad enough. Isn't that scary, haha." The man swept hair over his shoulder, putting his gloved hands in his lab coat pockets afterwards.

[rusya-victorovich]

"It can be tragic. You're fingers can turn black."

Rusya holds out his hand, twiddling his fingers as he speaks.

"Limb amputations aren't the best either, I knew someone who had his arm cut off while he was still conscious, he did not have a jolly time." Rusya observed the man as he spoke, he couldn't tell whether the man was scared of him or if he thought lowly of him. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked back at the robot.

[thescientist-and-its-machine]

"Greetings, I have a question if you don't mind answering..Does being made of metal feel cold? Or are you unable to feel temperature at all?"

( @rusya-victorovich )

"It is very cold.. but sometimes warm! I don't overheat often so I don't get to feel as warm as people!" The android signs with its hands, a small smile appearing on the censorship in front of where its mouth would be.

"I didn't know you could feel at all. That is certainly something to look into."

[rusya-victorovich]

I see. How peculiar that is, although I can resonate with being cold most of the time. Make sure not to get frost bite or anything.

Rusya's expression softens for a moment, eyes darting between both the android and who he could only assume as its creator. He squinted his eyes when he noticed the black square where the robot's mouth should be, but he did not question it.

[rusya-victorovich]

My liege is making a potion of sorts and he batted my hand away from the couldron, so now I will put my face behind his shoulder like a guilty puppy.

[rusya-victorovich]

It is late at night and I cannot sleep, I am plagued by visions of my past. I decided going outside for a brief walk would be my best option.

The snow here stretches for miles, white blanketing the planes. I can feel the chill in the air as I breathe, the frost festering in my lungs. My knees buckle as I fall to the ground, kneeling.

Sometimes I think I'm still there. I can hardly tell the difference.

[elderon-t-wizard]

Someone teach the apprentices dismiss apparition, these godsdamned deer keep getting into my gardens

[rusya-victorovich]

Would you take me to take care of it?

[elderon-t-wizard]

I already shooed it away, do not concern yourself

[rusya-victorovich]

Alright, one day we may teach the young ones how to contain such spells.

[elderon-t-wizard]

Someone teach the apprentices dismiss apparition, these godsdamned deer keep getting into my gardens

[rusya-victorovich]

Would you take me to take care of it?

[elderon-t-wizard]

abt to smoke this fat ass wizard blunt

[rusya-victorovich]

I am taking away your spellbook if youre getting high, I do NOT want history to repeat itself.