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10+ years RP experience || Tired man, won't always be around
Original universe by @hikaridana AKA @hxnger-unbcund
Written by SentaiJoe
night shifts, while exhausting for many, was the time that the hellhound tended to thrive. naturally nocturnal, he preferred such shifts, even— happily taking them on while the others thanked him for allowing them work morning and afternoon instead. it also made for the more livelier cases, if one could call it that.
with a sigh, he turned his attention to the broadcasted signal, then immediatelly drove towards the address provided. he was surprised to see that there was another close by to actually come investigate— and on the other hand happy that he wouldn't be alone for this as the report spoke of a group. confident as he might have been in his abilities, it was always better to have some backup.
upon arriving, he announced his position back to the headquarters, though they responded with little more than a simple 'copy that.' a quick glance was given over the other car present, before turning to the canine himself, " ah, temperance, " quiet was his acknowledgement of the other, " have you been provided any further details? " he figured that, at least, he might have gotten something extra as the first one on site.
" i hear they were bold enough to go through the main door— perhaps we could cut them off via the fire exit before they do any damage. "
Temperance doesn't even glance over at the other, a pair of binoculars held up to his eyes. The lack of gesture not intended to be cold, he's just merely focused, something that the hellhound hopefully understands by now.
"Not much than what was on the radio." He answers the initial question, soon lowering the binos to actually look at his conversation partner. His blue eyes glow slightly in the dim street lights, thinking on how to respond. "Been here a few minutes, observing movements. They know i'm here. One keeps poking their head out...
"Confirmed two out of the three mentioned on radio. Normal humans, pistols, seem to be watching the entrance. Could have a hostage or two, late night employees or security."
He points at the upper floors, the windows dark. "I'm more concerned about the supposed third. Lights were on when I pulled up but shut off soon as I got out. Spotted movements in the dark but haven't heard a thing."
Temperance puts the binoculars away, ending off his observations with, "A setup i've seen before. Plain human punks to distract and deal with law enforcement while the actual danger does all the real work in the background."
A pause, before he adds to Ignis's proposed plan. "A solid idea, if this situation were normal...Before you arrived, I was considering launching into the upper floors using a nearby manhole."
Subdued Moderation Blog Patch Notes (v1.0.2.1.2.2.2.5.0.82846)
Mistakenly forgot an art credit for image on Temperance's About page. Fixed.
Humility's About page has been added and linked at the bottom of the About page.
Current story has been titled and direct parts have been linked together.
Known Issues
Icons on blog that link to a few things are currently broken (The brownish squares on the right there). The links still function normally. I assume that whatever resource the theme pulls from for the icons went down. No idea how to fix it.
Current plans
I have a reply in drafts I will be getting to soon enough for a certain hellhound. (It's Ignis)
Two personal arts projects on my mind, one of which concerns current storyline. Marked as 'ambitious'.
Acquired a laptop, old one from my mother. I still need to clean some crap out and set up some things. It will make writing more comfortable though.
((Whoops, uh, various updates
My sickness is mostly gone, I can't quite shake some phlegmy-ness and I still cough once in a while but im fine
However, like, several games im like big on playing when they come out are coming out very soon. Yakuza Infinite Wealth is the closest and I still need to finish up 6, Like A Dragon (I know what happens, I just haven't personally beat it yet), and Gaiden
Then Dragon's Dogma 2 comes out a time after that
And between that is Palworld which I only want to play because it would be so fucking funny if it's good. And im gonna do that with some friends.
I also have a couple personal projects on top of that
So my attention is away from here for a bit))
"It's actually kind of ridiculous how much humans are willing to suspend their disbelief on Halloween.
"I've witnessed them looking directly at an unglamoured, incredibly repulsive Vice that I was sure no one could ever believe that it was a real costume that someone put effort in.
"And yet not a single person bat an eye."
((Where have I been past two days?
Im sick. And not in the "im cool" way
Still am, i'll get back to what I was doing when it passes))
ASSIGNMENT: Charity Reunion \ Part VI
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Temperance's re-entry to the kitchen is accompanied by the sounds of the staff getting back to work, now under the care of Humility. In some ways, that can be seen as an improvement, her more gentle nature for one, more outgoing, overall friendlier. They're at least more willing to listen to her without vocal force.
They don't stop working when Temp walks back in, though a couple of the randoms seem surprised, guessing that the Virtue might've just outright left for the rest of the night. Even Genni, in the middle of having some conversation with Humility, widens her eyes in shock.
"You're back?! Here I thought you stomped home after your tantrum!"
Humility, however, turning her head, immediately spots something much more concerning to her, look of worry crossing her face in an instant.
"Temp! Your arm! What happened? Did you get attacked?!"
Temperance makes zero expression. Their eyes gaze into and through the two, the canine's stare looks so distant and yet they exude such...Pressure. Genni even finds herself recoiling a step unconsciously.
To Humility, they just present the bloodied arm, speaking but a single word.
"Heal." Flat. No emotion. Not a rumble in their throat, spoken quietly, barely above a whisper to be heard. Humility on her part seems oddly familiar with this response. She looks down in a mix of disappointment and sadness, her hands hovering near the wound.
Theres a pale white glow for a moment, before she pulls away, muttering out a simple, "Done..."
Temperance then steps to the sink, rinsing the blood away. A fix of their sleeve and shifting their form to human glamour, "I will watch the main hall." Their whisper flows out as they step away.
"Uh...?! Er..." Generosity struggles to find the words to reply for a brief moment, so thrown by this sudden change in behavior that she has to shout after when she finds them. "Okay! Just...Go ahead and leave at 9 when it's over and i'll call tomorrow!!" She has no intention of speaking to them for the rest of the night after that!
And Humility...Humility has to psyche herself back up to get back to her own job here. There is nothing else she can do right now. If...There's even anything she can do.
Everything still hurts so much. But after an awful migraine of a moment, he registers what was asked...
His voice is hoarse and soft. Tired. "Coup." Gordon grumbles. "Attempted murder. Y'know... Not a clean job of it though..." He sighs heavily, practically melting into the floor and closing his eyes. "W'cha doing out here?" He forces out before lulling back into his more vegetative state.
"Ah. You're a royal. That explains the air about you." A curl of his finger, calling over some more water, to scrub and clean the back plate of his armor. Thorough enough and he can use it as a makeshift pan for more complex cooking. "Not clean at all, but...Not by accident. If they wanted you to simply die, you would be dead.
"They wanted you to die in panic, suffering, and shame, cursing your murderers with your last breaths and agonizing over the fate of your loved ones. Wanted it to be torture. Thus it was instigated by someone with a personal vendetta against you but who also hungered for power. No justice, only malice and greed.
"Mistake on their part, if you ask me." A pause, before making a motion with his hand and shrugging. "...But thats all just a guess based on observation."
At Gordon's question in return, he hesitates a moment to answer. Before sighing and relenting the truth. "I wander, time to time. Either out of boredom or...I feel pulled in a direction. Our meeting is just coincidence."
((Had very much the intention of posting something earlier but I got distracted by some FFXIV and then watching the first episode of Pluto with friends.
Which by the way, if you can, watch that first episode, it was fucking phenomenal.))
"...
"...'Bad boy aura'...?
"I've heard many things but never one that makes me sound like a down the street punk..."
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[TW: Self Harm.]
Temperance bursts out into the alley, oddly still and composed in his movements despite the emotional outburst just before and the crystal clear fury upon on his face still.
A glance to his left and right, then up, ears flicking to listen for movement or even the slightest of breaths from anyone that could be around. He senses no one.
He collapses to his knees then, trembling and heaving gasps.
A tilt forward, one palm on the ground. His claws dig into and crack the concrete.
He briefly thinks he needs to speak to someone, but he has no one. By his own doing, he knows.
Other palm goes to his chest. He could already hear his own heartbeat in his ears. His chest feels tight, like something is firmly squeezing down on his insides.
His view is blurry, unable to make out the details of the ground below.
He raises his grounded palm in a fist with the intent to punch down. But he needs to control himself.
He wants to scream. But he needs to control himself.
He wants to cry. But he needs to control himself.
Any and all thoughts to express himself and vent externally are shut down by his very being roaring to remind him. He needs to control himself.
His thoughts are chaotic static, a burst dam of emotions and thoughts that he had kept at bay for decades. And when he thinks back to what just happened...
He needs to control himself.
And this isn't working.
He doesn't even think about it, rising back up on his knees, rolling up the sleeve on his right arm. His mouth opens.
((Next bit of story progress is written and has been vetted by a friend for quality.
I just need to give it a re-read for typos and...Uh, put a trigger warning on this one.))
((Currently out to eat. After I get back I should start on typing out the next bit of "story progress" for Temp
Also I should give some more detail on the AU verse as far as Dana and I discussed about it.
The shortest version I can muster is that Temp, and other Traits, manifest a copy of themselves in other worlds. Not on purpose, no one even knows why it happens. Or, frankly, knows that it does happen.
Far as this copy knows, they just woke up in this new world suddenly, still carrying memories and knowledge from their original world. And the original is never aware of this occurrence or what happens in these elsewheres.))
𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒
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Compassion: 8 / 10
Bitterness: 9 / 10
Happiness: 2 / 10
Politeness: 7 / 10
Chivalry: 7 / 10
Pride: 5 / 10
Honesty: 7 / 10
Bravery: 9 / 10
Recklessness: 0 / 10
Ambition: 2 / 10
Loyalty: 9 / 10
Love: 5 / 10
Sense of family: 1 / 10
Attractiveness: 9 / 10
Agility: 7 / 10
Sex drive: 3 / 10
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"...Temp..."
A sniffle...Before Humility shakes her head. Taking a deep breath, she re-composes herself.
"Calm down, Humi...You can try talking to him again later. No tears today.
"He isn't going anywhere...And neither are you."
[Humility is now available for interaction and asks. Permanently.]
Yo, what the fuck is your problem Temperance?! What did Humility even DO?
"None of your damned business!"
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Humility and Temperance just stand there and stare at eachother for a moment. The latter still reeling from her re-entering his life. The former...
"Um...T-Temp...? You're starting to weird me out a little...?"
The canine snaps out of it at that, his expression shifting as a growl enters his tone.
"What are you doing here, Humility?! Is a hundred years of avoidance not a clear enough message to you!?" His shouting catches the attention and earns the surprise of everyone in the room, even Genni. For all except his opposite, his speech is usually neutral and measured, stoic and indifferent, restrained in his statements.
But right now, he vocalizes with genuine emotion. A rare sight, one to be remembered...If this were any other situation.
"Wh-...What...?" She's taken aback, her arms hugging her hat close to her chest. "Temp, I-I thought you were-...Can we just talk, please? I don't know why you-..."
"There is nothing to talk about!" He interrupts, fists clenched so hard his claws dig into his palms and far too much venom in his words. The corner of his mouth twitched as he said that, his gaze drifting aside... "I...!"
There's a moment of silence, then with a sudden huff, he turns away entirely, stomping his way out the kitchen. He even nearly knocks Genni over as he pushes past, saying simply, "I'm going outside. Dont. Bother me."
All left in the kitchen are simply...Speechless, every single one wincing as they hear a door slam so loud that one might think he just punched straight through a wall to leave.
Humility is the first to speak, only just to mumble to herself, "I...I d-don't understand..."
