welcome to revachol 2, an 18+ disco elysium kin and also fictive server!! run by dora ingerlund, cunoesse, and a guy who is just like dora + jean + kim for real.
we have rules but most importantly be nice to others and be relatively normal.
other than that, we’re doubles friendly, and again, 18+!
i feel given the source i don’t need to go over basic dni stuff like “no bigots no gross people”. you’re probably at least a socialist if you’re reading this.
invite link >> HERE <<
( @fictionkinfessions @kincord-hub @kincord-billboard @findinyourkin @kincalling may we get a promo :D ?)
[ps please ignore that my kin blog is out of date it’s been a while. you know how it is.]
Looked like as canon self. A pretty average guy in terms of skills, knew my way on conversations, mind and body. A pretty good shot
Despite my age and all the damage I had caused to my body, I was a damn good jogger. Kim always got behind me when we worked together because he couldn’t get to my level.
Partially communist, although not too vocal. Mainly was anti-fascist and a bit anti-libertarian. Called myself a moralist on a day-to-day basis, but would happily attend communist meetings and hangouts, although I told everyone these were just book clubs.
I remember being so interested in the Pale, even going so far as calling myself an amateur entroponeticist, having many conversations about this with different people. I even subscribed to a science magazine that specialized on this, although I stopped doing so after the divorce. Returned to it after the amnesia episode.
Collected postcards, had quite a collection, neatly organized into binders. It was the only hobby I took even when in my more depressive phases.
Random:
Partying in the abandoned church, after convincing the Ravers to not try cooking drugs and just stick to the nightclub. Had a good conversation about the whole experiment with Sonna.
Helped the cryptozoologist with the traps, and even after telling Kim I didn't believe it and was just helping them, I felt kinda hopeful. Also, the jogging around the shore was good.
I painted the wall. One night after Kim went off to sleep, I stopped by there and painted a large red mural. Wrote part of the motto of Dolores, specifically the part that used to be the motto of the RCM. Kim totally knew it was me but never said anything. “ "After life, death; after death, life again.”
Kim was amused with my political quests to organize communism, but every time he tried to comment on it I just told it was a cultured thing of reading books, not ridiculous politics.
Talked with the station’s lazareth, told him of my memory loss. And when he said it could be a fresh start, well I took it fully. I wanted a fresh start. And I cherished it. Thanked him and ended the call.
We had just finished interviewing the smoker on the balcony and were leaving his apartment. I just say out loud that he was pretty hot. Kim was walking behind me, kinda focused on his notes and completely choked on his spit.
Also, at the end when the case was pretty much solved and we were returning to our precincts, I said my goodbyes to Kim and before I could do anything he pulled me in (mind you, he never got physical before) and forced me to admit my feelings to him.
He got it right, I was so flustered and red.
Kim’s attention and care was something that really pulled me out, and strengthened my attraction to him. Seeing him so worried about my health made me realize how much I adored him, but I feared he was doing it out of respect and not mutual feelings. Guess I was wrong.
The plasmid, it was a weird scene. I pinched myself many times to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Even looked behind for Kim, and he was as surprised as me.
When Kim learned I was trying to overcome my addiction to cigarettes he stopped smoking near me, even if it affected his whole nightly ritual.
He wasn’t circumcised. I remembered this when I saw some smut art that showed him as such.
Kim suker-punched some homophobic asshole and I cheered him loudly. He just remained silent and kept walking with me.
One time, after this case, we were hanging out somewhere in Revachol. There were some clothes stores by the street we were walking on, and I remember seeing a stupid-looking bright orange jacket in a store's window. Same color as Kim's jacket. I entered the store, he followed behind me slightly confused. I searched across the place, grabbed it and put it right on my shoulders. Pulled a pose, with a dumb grin, to him, he broke down laughing from it. Didn't let me buy the jacket tho
Had book clubs, actual meetings organized by the local communist chapter. Kim knew what it was but just didn’t comment.
Some nights were actual book clubs, and he sometimes joined. There was an old lady there who always said we were a cute couple.
Kim and I shared a small apartment. Always filled to the brim with my postcards collections and magazines, and Kim’s plants.
We both wanted a cat, but one of us was sadly allergic.
One day Jean came to me while I was at my desk, and said something on how he knew I could come up on top. I think it was his way to say he was proud of me in some way.
One time Jean grabbed Kim by his jacket’s collar and threatened him, saying that if he were to ever hurt me and break my heart, he would personally take care of him.
