#edarians

[waywardsignnsa]

@edarians •• Rahul

Oh for shits sake, where did she go this time? Looking around with a deep frown on his features, Rahul held the container with the two drinks in one hand and the bag of sweets in the other, trying to find just where his friend had gone. Though ... seeing her talking to some guy that immediately put Rahul on edge, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of annoyance. Krishna help him, he was going to cuff her to his wrist so she couldn’t do anything stupid ... not that she was stupid, but her choice in interacting with most people were. Not that the fact included him, of course, but that was beside the point. 

“Did you already forget me, dear?” grinning just a touch as he approached, despite the seemingly casual tone of his words, his eyes spoke of a different story, eyeing the stranger with an underlying sense of aggression.

[mvncesa]

‵ and here you are living despite it all. ′ ( from anah! )

“is being alive always such a good thing?” the words maybe weren’t meant to be said out loud but he couldn’t stop them from falling past his lips.

[mvncesa]

edarians / cont. 

jack had become less or a recluse than he used to be. there was enough confidence within him at that point to go out a bit more and stay out a bit longer. he was still quiet and polite. that would probably never change. but it was a step forward into being ‘normal’ and he was proud of himself. most people would never understand just how big of an accomplishment that it was, anyway. 

key was dug out of the pocket of his jacket as he made his way down the hall. gentle eyes had grown used to the dim lighting of the hallway almost as soon as he stepped into the building which made it easy to navigate his way around. he almost didn’t notice the woman on the ground until her voice jerked him out of his thoughts. 

“I’m sorry?” a small pause as jack peered closer. “are you okay.”

eyes finally flickered up toward the door that she was slouched next to as his gaze ran across the number above the door. the corner of his lips quirked up into an amused smile which he suppressed. the stranger didn’t seem to be in such a good mood and him laughing seemed like something that wouldn’t be taken kindly. 

[stehlen-blog]

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closed starter | nadja + alah

the night was soft, mostly quiet; the sounds of cars and the occasional siren in the gentle distance as a crescent moon shone down with its pale light. nadja's boot-clad feet were quiet against the posh floor of the apartment, her firearm a dark shape on a dark shape as she slid about the apartment as a ghost. she'd noted this residence many times before, on her way to work, never hitting it due to it being directly on the route. even so however, temptation was a powerful thing, and the temptation to take what was not deserved from the undeserving was far too great even for her. as it were, the place was absolutely a goldmine in terms of what she saw as depravity. the stained wood, the sheer number of windows, even a fucking tea station. things of expensive nature, with a hell of a view to boot. it sickened her on the inside, people living like this while so many others were suffering with barely even a third of this. it was horrendous, a symbol of the things wrong with the state of things. the door to the bedroom creaked open and shut once more as she stepped inside, clad in black leathers and a bandana, firearm holstered in the hip as she made short work of a safe's lock. sifting through the contents she felt her stomach drop more; money, jewels, hell there were a few old pieces of memorabilia in there. gloved hands began to count the sheer amount of physical dollar bills stored here. an emergency stash? it didn't matter to her. too much. all too much. then her ears picked it up. the sound of the bedroom door opening once again; fuck. whoever occupied this place had come back earlier than anticipated; snapping to a standing position, the firearm quickly left her hip as she aimed in the sound's direction. she supposed, an open robbery would have to do rather than quiet professional theft.

[algorithmical-blog]

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closed starter | hellhound + prima

the sound of footsteps against sterile tile dominated the air, accompanied by the idle noise of medical technology. it was here, at a massive hospital building, where prima found her career; general surgery, a senior clinician these days. it wasn't so long ago that she was a resident; practicing under the supervision of a senior. now she was the senior, as evidenced by the recent operation. four GSWs, four visible entrance wounds with two visible exit wounds. two .22 rounds still embedded in the patient, removed after a few hours of surgery. what was noted, was the patient possessed two cybernetic prosthetics of the left and right arms, as well as a head of long black hair. whispers started quickly, of course, but prima dismissed them. she wasn't in the business of rumours, she was in the business of helping people and keeping them alive. she'd been told that the patient was recovering quite well post-operation. anesthesia side effects were surprisingly quick to dissipate, and other physical injuries had been treated already. she'd also been informed the patient wasn't very talkative, and was refusing to remove a bandana. what struck her curiosity was the hospital allowing it where normally they wouldn't, with certain administrative staff simply telling her to not worry about it. the presence of this patient was having a peculiar effect on the hspital, to say the least. so, why not satisfy curiosity? dressed in her standard deep blue hospital scrubs, short-sleeved with no cap, she chose to check on the patient herself. partially to ensure their recovery was going smoothly, and partially to figure out the things that didn't add up to her. she may have a human body, but she was first a computer. computers aren't fond of irregularities, for good reason. pulling up a nearby seat and sitting gently, she began to speak; a gentle voice. genuine, yet almost naturally curious in every word that exited her mouth.

" hey, so, i'm prima. one of the general surgeons that operated on you. i just wanted to check in and see how your recovery was going; the state you came in was...well, it wasn't pleasant i imagine. are you feeling okay? "

she gave them a small smile of reassurance; a glint in her eye, but not of malice. she'd noticed one of her cybernetic prosthetics had suffered minor damage. likely a slightly disloged rotor and a few damaged circuit endings. prima chose not to bring that up, at least not yet; the patient's comfort and health came first. her curiosity would come later.

[shadowednightingale-blog]

V. The Shadowed Crow

IT wasn’t uncommon to meet other bards, but for a bard to actually announce herself as one was what surprised her more. Anah met with her in the rookery, which she knew the inquisitor had told her to do. As Spymaster, she carefully watched her. It was possible she was here for other reasons. Assassination attempts, poisoning, threats to Skyhold in every form or fashion so naturally, she kept a crow glued on her movements. She was suspicious for good reason. A bard, as she was, she knew exactly what Anah could be capable of and she wasn’t about to let death walk in Skyhold.

“Anah, is it?” The spymaster question as she peered from underneath the hood with her sharp deadly blue eyes. “What brings you to Skyhold?”

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[kaldwinbrat-blog]

                   AN HONEST FRIGHT, she did not expect to find a girl in a closet. the empress gasps, eyes are wide when tenses for that faint moment, fingers gripping into the wood and the heart that beat with fervour in her hand. the other clearly more startled than she and distress is quick to pass over masked features. this is not what she had been intending, an overseer by a shrine, maybe, but this girl had an innocence that emily could not work out, ‘calm down... i’m not going to hurt you,’ she says, blade lowering and hands raising palm open and nodding her head, ‘why are you hiding?’

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