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[doc-azul]

An Unknown Land

@grxmmwxtch​

The good doctor’s most recent exploits had sent him into the far North. His quarry was a herd of Goliaths. He’d been studying them off and on for the last several months, documenting their paths of migration and how they reacted to different influences. Marin was tracking them today because they had suddenly and deliberately altered their course and headed North.

He followed them into uncharted territory, using his knowledge of Grimm behavior to avoid the hordes of Grimm that seemed to flow from the direction his target was headed to. After a solid week of tailing the herd, Marin ran into a wall, a literal one. From where he stood, he could see further on and peer into the unforgiving wasteland that lay ahead of him, but something impeded his movement. 

On top of being brought to a halt by this barrier, the Goliaths were nowhere in sight. Their tracks vanished as they passed this invisible wall. He spent an entire day probing the wall, looking for a way past it before meditating and projecting himself to actually see just what was on the other side. It was more than just a wasteland, it was the darkest and most haunting place imaginable. Marin had stumbled upon the mythic Grimm tar pits.

“Oh rhizoids...”

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Nervous Wreck

@shae-night

It was Marin’s day off, he didn’t need to do any patrols, meet with students, or teach any lectures. He roamed the hall on the way to his office, however. He was never one to waste a moment to try and get some side project done. 

In his hand was a packet of papers with data he had collected a few months ago. His plan for today was to get some of the data analysis done on it. His off-hand carried a mug full of hot coffee, his fourth of the day, the steam rose steadily from it.

A sound broke him his paper. It was all too familiar to him, hyperventilating breaths mixed with panicked sobs. He sought out the stricken voice and came across a young student, huddled in a doorway of a vacant classroom.

“Young lady, you seem to be distressed. Is there anything I can do to help?” Marin knelt down to her level, keeping his distance in case this was an anxiety attack and getting close would make things worse.

[team-kobe]

Another Blog...?

Thinking about making another blog, purely for nsfw content. 

Blog would house all muses to which this would be applicable to. 

So Team KOBE, Espal, Smarag at the Pickled Griffon, Doctor Azul, Yatsuhashi, and Nabee would all be able to interact there.

What do you all think? I’m not sure if any of my followers would be interested in that sort of content with any of my muses so I’m not sure how it would go.

Let me know what you all think or if you have any tips for setting it up? (i.e. tagging, rules, etc.)

[doc-azul]

The Nutty Professor

@professor-goodwitch

“No.No.No.No.No. Here’s where they’ll be....yeah....and down here, moving south, no. Southeast.”

Marin moved from whiteboard to whiteboard. Papers littered the lab along with several boxes. The entire room was in disarray, Azul included. His hair was greasy, his lab coat had specks of debris over it, and he smelled like he hadn’t bathed or left this room in days. The Fall of Beacon had not been kind to the young doctor.

The boards in front of him were coated with indiscernible writing and maps, only able to be deciphered by the mad doctor. Pacing between the boards he mumbles to himself incoherently, rambling at some points. He is fully absorbed in the imaginary seminar he is giving that he doesn’t notice a guest enter the room.

[winterbranwen]

@doc-azul reblogged your post “like or reblog for a random starter with Winter Schnee.”

“Can you skip to the point?”

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Like/Reblog

Like/reblog for a starter with Dr. Marin Azul.

 If you would rather set up a plot first, send me a PM or reblog with ‘PM’ in the reply.

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“Four months! You just realize that you’ve ruined four months worth of data!?”

The young man was fuming at the peers in front of him. His attire suggested that he was from some branch in the Atlas military but the uniform had been heavily modified. It also suggested that this man had been out here for quite some time. Noticeable grass stains, dirt, and other debris occupied patches on his pants and jacket. His scroll beeped and he picked up almost immediately.

“Yes!?...No, we’re going to have to find another herd....Send the specialist and a dropship at the rendezvous. I’ll be packed within the hour...A few stragglers, nothing of value.”

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“Mr. Cheshire. A word before you leave, if you would be so kind.” 

Class was adjourned and the normally energetic professor was standing still for once. He was beside his desk, a mountain of papers from this week’s assignments lay on top of it in a neat pile. Most of the students had began to file out of the lecture hall, orderly and regimented typical of Atlas students. Dr. Azul patiently waited for the leader to approach while sipping on his coffee.