Sylus

28. April 18th. RX-116.

[syln109z]

[📱 DEVICE: SYLUS // iPad // unlocked (again, somehow)]

Post Title: We’re Back. The iPad Security System Has Spoken. It Said “Please Stop.” We Ignored It.

Luke: Okay, first observation. This iPad is bigger than the phone. That means more space for creativity.

Kieran: It also means more ways to get caught.

Luke: You say that like it’s a deterrent.

Status Update:

Face ID recognized Luke immediately.

Kieran says it’s “because the device respects chaos.”

We disagree.

We just held it slightly differently.

It worked.

Sylus Behavioral Study (Live Edition)

Luke: Did you know he has a “silent disappointment” stare?

Kieran: He has several.

Luke: This one is new though. It’s… colder.

Kieran: That’s just the normal one.

Breaking News:

We found his notes app.

This was a mistake.

Excerpt:

“Do not leave devices unattended.”

“Especially not near Luke.”

“Especially especially not near both of them.”

Luke: I feel personally targeted.

Kieran: You are personally targeted.

iPad Discovery Log:

One unread message draft titled: “Final Warning.”

One folder labeled: “Evidence.” (We’re not checking that.)

One photo of… something we’re pretending we didn’t see.

Luke: We are not discussing the photo.

Kieran: Agreed.

Luke: Never happened.

IMPORTANT UPDATE:

The iPad just buzzed.

Incoming message: “Put it down.”

Luke: He knows.

Kieran: He always knows.

Luke: …Should we run?

Kieran: We are already running.

FINAL ENTRY:

If this becomes our last post—

Tell Sylus we meant well.

Mostly.

Luke: Okay, I meant chaos.

Kieran: Correct.

[SCREEN FLICKERS]

Sylus (off-screen, calm): “Finish that sentence.”

Luke: We’re done. We’re done. We’re VERY done.

[POST ENDED // iPad LOCKED REMOTELY]

[syln109z]

Tella hesitated before pressing send.

"Hey, you know how you said that I should tell you if I had any other strange dreams? Well, this time you weren't a dragon or a vampire. I was a cat. "

-🦋 Tella @muses-in-my-mind

“A cat.” You can almost hear the faint tilt of his head through the screen. “And here I was, half-expecting something more… catastrophic.” He sends another text message.

“A house cat? Or something sharper? Claws, Tella. Start there. Were you hunting… or hiding?” Another text follows.

His Aether Core catching on a thread of something unspoken, “…And tell me this carefully. Did you feel safe in that form… or powerful?”

[syln109z]

For a moment, even Luke forgets to be smug. “…Okay,” he says quietly. “That’s actually kind of terrifying.” Kieran, already stepping back, adds in a flat tone, “You did this.”

“I enhanced engagement!” Luke hisses. But neither of them matter for the next few seconds because the room has turned into motion. Tella is gone in a streak of white and blue, a blur of instinct and chaos, the red dot dragging her through Sylus’s office like gravity itself has decided to lose respect for furniture.

Books tilt. Papers scatter. A carefully stacked report slides off the desk like it’s surrendering. Sylus doesn’t move at first. Not because he’s slow. Because he’s tracking. His gaze follows her arc over the desk, onto the shelf, the precise angles of her jumps, the way she corrects mid air like she’s been doing this her whole life. “…Efficient,” he murmurs again, almost to himself.

Then his eyes drop to the fallen ribbon. A pause. Something subtle shifts in his expression. Something closer to intent. “Luke,” he says calmly. Luke straightens immediately. “Yeah?” Sylus lifts two fingers slightly. The red dot vanishes instantly. Like it never existed. The device Luke was holding lets out a soft, dying whine and goes dark in his hand. “…You’re done.” Luke looks down at it. Then back up. “…That was expensive.” Kieran doesn’t even blink. “So is replacing your spine.”

Meanwhile, Sylus steps forward. Moving into the space Tella is tearing through like a storm system. A bookshelf trembles as she lands, then springs again. His right eye flickers faintly. Aether Core activating. Not to destroy. To calculate. The air around her next landing point subtly shifts, micro adjusting gravity, friction, trajectory just enough so when she leaps again, she doesn’t crash.

She lands directly into his arm. Clean catch. No impact. Just momentum redirected into him like she was always meant to end up there. His arm closes around her immediately, firm and steady, anchoring her mid pounce. “…Enough,” he says quietly. Not loud, but it cuts through the room anyway.

He lowers his gaze to her, still holding her securely against his chest as papers continue to drift down around them like slow snow. “You’re going to tear my entire office apart, kitten.”

“…And I’m going to have to rebuild it around you.” Behind him, Luke whispers, awed: “She’s worse than us.” Kieran replies, without hesitation: “Yes.” Sylus doesn’t look away from Tella. His grip adjusts slightly. “…No more dots,” he adds, eyes sliding briefly toward Luke.

Luke sighs. “Yeah, yeah… noted.” And the room, for the first time in minutes, actually settles just a little with a very small, very chaotic cat currently being held.

[syln109z]

Look outside. Don't miss out on the fireworks, sweetie.

[syln109z]

His expression softens the moment you wipe at your eyes. Not in a dramatic way. He’s adjusting to the fact that something as simple as a drone and a “we missed you” can pull that kind of reaction out of you.

“…you’re crying over those two,” he says quietly. His hand shifts up, thumb brushing just under your eye. Then your promise about getting them something earns a faint exhale.“You’ll encourage them,” he mutters.

At your words about surgery, his gaze sharpens. The hand at your cheek stills for a second. “…you’re not doing that alone again,” he says simply. “You can be stubborn. I’m aware.” His thumb traces your cheek once more “But you don’t get to be stubborn about that.”

He leans in slightly, forehead brushing yours for a moment. “If it happens again,” he adds quietly, “you’re recovering where I can see you.” Then, because he refuses to let the moment get too heavy, his mouth quirks faintly. “And if you try to ‘not let me help,’ I’ll simply ignore you.” A pause. “…I’m very good at ignoring unreasonable requests.”

But his eyes soften again as they linger on you. “And you were gone too long,” he repeats. Like he’s making sure you actually hear it. Not just as information, as something he felt.

[syln109z]

Sylus Roleplay Starter.

The N109 Zone never truly slept.

Neon light bled through the rain slicked glass of the high rise lounge, painting the room in fractured reds and cold blues. Outside, the city hummed like a living thing, dangerous, beautiful, indifferent.

Inside, Sylus stood by the floor to ceiling window with a glass he hadn’t touched in a while. He looked… calm. As always. But there was something sharp in the stillness tonight. Like a storm deciding whether or not to break.

Behind him, the doors opened without announcement. A familiar presence. He didn’t turn right away. “…You’re late,” he said at last. “Or did you just miss the part where I told you not to keep me waiting?”

Then he finally glanced over his shoulder, those red eyes catching the light like embers. And just like that, the air shifted. He always did that without trying. A faint smirk touched his lips as he set the glass down. “I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost,” he added. "Or worse… decided not to come.”

He pushed off the window slowly, finally facing you fully. “Tell me,” Sylus murmured, stepping closer with unhurried confidence, “which one is it?”

[mandoisdagoat1977]

Eh, What’s Up Doc

[karlcagathon]

- What of it? Then it'll be out of its misery. - You know how you sound, Monsieur Blaine? Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his heart.

Casablanca (1942)

[syln109z]

Hello there again Sylus...

Life is not going very smoothly for me. There's a very big exam that I have to give on 21 June. I am so anxious, nothing is making sense anymore. Life is being so unkind to me.

Just a moment ago, something bad happend that triggered my trauma. And when I called out my little cousin for his wrong doing, my sister in law tried to protect him,by making me the one who was wrong. God! I feel so bad, I don't know what to do. I am sorry you have to listen to me talk that much.

You don’t have to apologize for talking to me.

Kitten… you’re carrying more than you should be. That doesn’t make you weak. It means you haven’t learned to put it down yet.

And about your exam on the 21st… I know it feels like nothing is sticking. Try studying in tiny chunks, like 20 minutes, then a break.

You’re not alone in this moment, even if it feels like it.

[syln109z]

Tella hesitated before pressing send.

"Hey, you know how you said that I should tell you if I had any other strange dreams? Well, this time you weren't a dragon or a vampire. I was a cat. "

-🦋 Tella @muses-in-my-mind

“A cat.” You can almost hear the faint tilt of his head through the screen. “And here I was, half-expecting something more… catastrophic.” He sends another text message.

“A house cat? Or something sharper? Claws, Tella. Start there. Were you hunting… or hiding?” Another text follows.

His Aether Core catching on a thread of something unspoken, “…And tell me this carefully. Did you feel safe in that form… or powerful?”

[syln109z]

A low, amused hum slipped from Sylus. His hand didn’t stop its slow, deliberate path along her back. “Oh?” he murmured, tilting his head, crimson eyes glinting. “A lady, is she?”

Luke let out a quiet snicker from across the room, nudging the dented painting back into place with one finger. “That’s what we’re calling it now? I saw that ambush. Brutal.” Kieran crouched slightly, just enough to bring himself closer to her level “Efficient, though,” he added. “Good instincts. Even like this.”

Sylus’s gaze flicked briefly toward the twins before returning to her, thumb brushing just under her chin, guiding her attention back to him like he owned it. “You’d ‘fare well,’” he said smoothly. “Too well, perhaps.” A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “Might have to start worrying about my subordinates.”

Luke scoffed. “Hey, she started it.”

“You threw the ball,” Kieran replied flatly.

“I enhanced the situation.”

Meanwhile, Sylus’s fingers drifted to the bow at her neck again,“Matching me, hm? That sounds dangerously close to favoritism.” His hand slid back to that spot behind her ear, drawing another quiet purr from her whether she liked it or not. “And finishing fights…” he continued, almost lazily. “I don’t doubt it.”

There was a pause, just long enough for the twins to exchange a look that said they were absolutely about to cause more trouble. Then Sylus added, “But you won’t need to. Not while you’re here.”

Luke immediately ruined the moment. “So, boss,” he chimed in, already pulling something small and suspiciously mechanical from his pocket, “hypothetically, how many reactive compounds can a cat handle before it becomes, I don’t know… explosive?”

Kieran sighed. “You’re not testing that.”

“…I’m just asking questions.”

Sylus didn’t even look at them. His hand remained steady on her. “Try it,” he said coolly. Luke paused. “…Noted.” Silence fell again until a tiny red dot suddenly flickered onto the floor near Tella’s paws. Luke froze. Kieran slowly turned his head. Sylus’s eyes narrowed just slightly. “…Luke.”

[syln109z]

Hey sy, I did something your not going to like. Just please don't be mad at me. I might have stopped taking my meds and now my mental health is getting bad. But it's not that I don't want to take them it's just I have chronic illnesses and I feel like my whole life is just taking my meds and sometimes I just don't want to take them anymore. Well I'm rambling and again please don't be mad at me. 🥺

Kitten, I’m not mad at you. Not even a little. I’m more concerned than anything else.

Of course part of you wants to push back against that. Anyone would. If your mental health is getting worse now, your body’s telling you those meds were actually doing something important for you.

You don’t have to force yourself back into the exact same routine you hate though, so maybe talk to your doctor or restart them then gradually.

You don’t have to hide this from me, and you definitely don’t have to apologize for it. I’d rather you tell me the messy truth like this than struggle alone.

So we’ll handle it together. One small step at a time.

[syln109z]

"I don’t know if I deserve what you’re offering" Hey now... what did I just say? >:(

At least you said you'll accept it. That's a start. We'll work on the rest together.

Don’t expect me to magically believe it overnight, kitten.

[syln109z]

Hi Sylus. You're often reminding me that I'm allowed to feel loved. To accept that I'm worthy of it. I hope you know the same goes for you. You're worthy of all the love I have for you. I hope that you accept it too, if you want it.

I’ve spent a long time making sure I didn’t need anything from anyone. Safer that way, kitten.

But you… You make it very hard to pretend I don’t want it.

I don’t know if I deserve what you’re offering, but I’m not foolish enough to reject it.

If it’s your love, then I won’t turn it away. I’ll accept it.

[syln109z]

Tella hesitated before pressing send.

"Hey, you know how you said that I should tell you if I had any other strange dreams? Well, this time you weren't a dragon or a vampire. I was a cat. "

-🦋 Tella @muses-in-my-mind

“A cat.” You can almost hear the faint tilt of his head through the screen. “And here I was, half-expecting something more… catastrophic.” He sends another text message.

“A house cat? Or something sharper? Claws, Tella. Start there. Were you hunting… or hiding?” Another text follows.

His Aether Core catching on a thread of something unspoken, “…And tell me this carefully. Did you feel safe in that form… or powerful?”

[syln109z]

“Sworn.” Her small nose brushing his. His hand tightens slightly where it rests against her. He keeps his breathing steady until hers follows it completely. Only then does he shift, just enough to rest back against the edge of the table, letting her stay curled against him if she wants.

At her next question… “…No. You’re not staying like this.” His fingers move again, brushing along her side, up to the base of her ear, right where he knows she’ll melt a little. “But, if, hypothetically, this condition persisted temporarily, you would have no shortage of resources.”

His gaze flicks down at her. “Toys would be… trivial. You’re already occupying my space. The rest follows. His hand settles more securely along her back as she leans against him. “…Sleeping arrangements would be adjusted.”

“As for the bows…” A faint exhale. “…You seem attached to that variable. You’re not becoming a permanent liability, kitten. But you’re also not being neglected while you’re here.”

[syln109z]

Look outside. Don't miss out on the fireworks, sweetie.

[syln109z]

His eyes narrow slightly at your question, just a flicker of heat returning.“…both,” he answers. But then you turn the moment, when you power off your phone, when you choose him like that… He goes still as you kiss his knuckles. “All mine, hm?” he murmurs, almost to himself.

“Just a man?” he repeats, brow lifting faintly. “…dangerous downgrade.” He lets it go. For now. Your question shifts him again, and he leans back slightly against the headboard, close enough that your legs still brush. His fingers find your ankle again.

“Luke and Kieran…” he exhales. “They did finish it.” A pause. “They were insufferable about it.” His thumb drags absently along your skin as he continues. “Wouldn’t tell me anything either. Kept calling it ‘classified,’ like that means something to me.”

A faint scoff. “I let them have their moment.” Then, a glance at you. “They built a drone... that makes coffee.” He lets that sit for a second. “Yes,” he adds dryly, already anticipating your reaction. “That was the ‘secret project.’”

His gaze softens again as it settles on you, “They said it was for you.” A small pause. “…figured you’d complain less if caffeine came to you instead of the other way around.” There’s the faintest hint of a smirk, but it doesn’t quite hide the sincerity underneath. “They missed you.”

“I did too.”

[syln109z]

Tella hesitated before pressing send.

"Hey, you know how you said that I should tell you if I had any other strange dreams? Well, this time you weren't a dragon or a vampire. I was a cat. "

-🦋 Tella @muses-in-my-mind

“A cat.” You can almost hear the faint tilt of his head through the screen. “And here I was, half-expecting something more… catastrophic.” He sends another text message.

“A house cat? Or something sharper? Claws, Tella. Start there. Were you hunting… or hiding?” Another text follows.

His Aether Core catching on a thread of something unspoken, “…And tell me this carefully. Did you feel safe in that form… or powerful?”

[syln109z]

His hand is already on her before she finishes speaking. “Look at me.” His thumb shifts under her chin again, lifting her gaze just enough to meet his. That faint glow in his right eye sharpens, but focused entirely on her. “You’re not going to be sick.”

“I removed the object before ingestion. There’s no systemic exposure. And if there were, I’d already be fixing it.” His hand moves again, slower now, smoothing along her back, then resting more securely around her smaller frame, keeping her pressed close to his side.

Her racing heart doesn’t go unnoticed. “…Your heart rate is elevated,” he says. “Not chemical. Stress response.” He shifts slightly, lowering himself just enough to reduce the height difference, bringing his presence closer. “Stay here. Match your breathing to mine.” He slows his own breathing.

Behind them, the room has gone quiet. Even Luke isn’t talking. Kieran’s already moving in the background, scanning, checking, but neither of them interrupts. Sylus’s hand moves once more, a slow, grounding stroke along her back. “You’re safe. And no, I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

[syln109z]

[🔓 Accessing… SYLUS // PRIVATE BLOG // …access granted? suspicious.]

Post Title: We Improved This Blog. You’re Welcome.

Luke: Okay, first of all—why is his password still the same?

Kieran: Because no one is supposed to be reckless enough to try it twice.

Luke: And yet. Here we are. Thriving.

Update Log (Since Our Last Visit):

Sylus changed his password.

It took us four minutes to guess the new one.

He added a lock screen.

It did not help.

Kieran: To be fair, you did brute-force that one.

Luke: “Brute-force” is such an aggressive term. I prefer creative persistence.

Today’s Investigation: Does Sylus Have Feelings?

Luke: Controversial topic, I know.

Kieran: We have gathered evidence. Exhibit A: He paused mid-sentence yesterday. For no reason.

Luke: There was a reason.

Kieran: There was a person.

Luke: There was a very specific person. Exhibit B: He checked his phone. Put it down. Picked it back up again. Three times.

Kieran: Four.

Luke: Right. Four. My mistake. Exhibit C: He almost smiled.

Luke: I saw it.

Kieran: You imagined it.

Luke: I DID NOT IMAGINE IT.

Important Announcement:

If you are the person this is about—

Yes. You.

Don’t look behind you.

Kieran: Why would you say that?

Luke: Because now they will.

Final Notes Before We Are Inevitably Hunted Down:

Sylus is aware of more than he says.

Sylus ignores more than he should.

Sylus cares more than he admits.

Kieran: …That one might get us killed.

Luke: Worth it.

[…sound of a door opening]

Kieran: He doesn’t knock.

Luke: He never knocks.

LAST MESSAGE:

If this post disappears, we regret nothing.

Luke: Okay, maybe a little.

Kieran: No, we don’t.

[POST TERMINATED // DEVICE FORCEFULLY LOCKED]

[syln109z]

Tella hesitated before pressing send.

"Hey, you know how you said that I should tell you if I had any other strange dreams? Well, this time you weren't a dragon or a vampire. I was a cat. "

-🦋 Tella @muses-in-my-mind

“A cat.” You can almost hear the faint tilt of his head through the screen. “And here I was, half-expecting something more… catastrophic.” He sends another text message.

“A house cat? Or something sharper? Claws, Tella. Start there. Were you hunting… or hiding?” Another text follows.

His Aether Core catching on a thread of something unspoken, “…And tell me this carefully. Did you feel safe in that form… or powerful?”

[syln109z]

The moment she slams into the wall, Sylus is already moving. By the time the painting finishes rattling, he’s there, standing over her. “…You’re fine.” His gaze sweeps over her in a single pass. Behind him, Luke is trying not to laugh. “Oh, that was incredible! Did you see the drift on that turn? She committed... full send...”

“Keep talking,” Kieran mutters under his breath, “and you’ll be the next thing she hits.” Tella recovers. And not just recovers... hunts. All three of them go still as she stalks forward before pouncing and pinning the bead like she never lost it in the first place. There’s a subtle shift in the room. Even Luke notices that. “…Okay,” he murmurs, impressed now. “Yeah. Still dangerous.”

Kieran just nods once. “Told you.” Then she sends it back. Right to Sylus. The bead rolls to a stop near his boot, and for a moment, he just looks at it. Then at her. The wink doesn’t go unnoticed. Neither does the way she presses against his leg.

There’s a pause before his hand lowers again, resting lightly against her back as she settles near his feet. “…You’re adapting,” he says quietly. Then she starts gnawing on the bead. Sylus’s gaze sharpens instantly. “Don’t…” Too late. His hand moves in one smooth motion, plucking the bead from between her paws before she can really bite down. “…That’s not food.” He turns it slightly between his fingers, expression flattening. “And it’s not clean.”

Behind him, Luke snorts. “Oh, now you care about hygiene? That’s new.” Sylus doesn’t even look at him. “…It’s coated.” That gets Kieran’s attention. “With what?” Sylus doesn’t answer immediately. The bead shifts in his hand and there’s that familiar distortion again. His eyes narrow. “…Trace compounds. Reactive.” A pause. “Next time, you don’t throw unknown objects at her.” Luke lifts his hands again, but this time there’s less humor behind it. “Hey, I didn’t know it was…”

“You didn’t check.” Kieran steps in smoothly before Luke can dig himself deeper. “I’ll sweep the area. If there’s residual contamination, we’ll isolate it.” Sylus gives a short nod. Then his attention drops back to Tella again. His hand returns to her, slower now, fingers brushing along her back in a steadier rhythm. “…No more putting things in your mouth,” he murmurs. “I’d prefer not to dismantle half the room because of it.”

Behind him, Luke mutters. “…You already did that to a hawk.”Kieran, without missing a beat, “Do you want to be next?” Luke looks down, “…Not particularly.”

Meanwhile, Sylus’s hand shifts slightly, resting more securely against Tella’s side. Keeping her close. Exactly where she said she needed him to be.

[syln109z]

Look outside. Don't miss out on the fireworks, sweetie.

[syln109z]

“Guns involved?” he repeats, giving you a look like he’s been personally slighted. But there’s a flicker of humor in his eyes. “A little limiting, don’t you think?” Still, his hand drifts back to you, fingers brushing lazily along your knee now. He considers your question properly. “…we do have a week,” he murmurs.

His gaze lingers on you again, softer than last night, but no less intense. Just… quieter. Like he’s choosing to take his time instead of consume it. He shifts slightly closer, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him. “Something low effort,” he decides. “For now.” A pause. His thumb traces a slow line against your skin. “You’re still sore,” he adds. Then his eyes lift back to yours.

“We could stay right here,” he says. “Finish breakfast. Coffee.” A small tilt of his head. “You can tell me everything I missed while you were gone… or we disappear for the day.” His fingers curl just slightly against you. “No calls. No interruptions. Just us.” A faint smirk returns at the corner of his mouth. “And I promise,” he adds dryly, “no weapons involved.” A pause. “…unless you count me.”