#relucesco

[holyhitter]

" I fucked with the forces that our eyes can't see, and now the darkness got a hold on me. " / luci's being Dramatic

@relucesco

" This is why I never take you at face value. " It's exasperated, the sigh Lucifer gets in return just as dramatic. It would almost feel like something familiar, if he bothered to reflect on it -- but then, that's dangerously close to caring. " Who did you antagonize this time? "

[dxskofthearchivxst]

@relucesco: " —— no, fuck, don't —— " and the scruffy-looking beaten-up dude in house slippers, boxers, a thoroughly worn fluffy robe, and a thoroughly busted arm in the middle of the worst part of downtown scrabbles up with a grunt and a wave of his good arm as though warding off the attempted help. " 'm fine. Shit —— I'm —— " —— not being currently patched back up by his resident symbiote, who he's suddenly aware is currently not with him; the surge of panic is neatly swallowed by the simultaneous surge of pain. " —— ooho—kay, that hurts. Wow. That. Whoa. " / @ odd from eddie because i had a brainworm

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold on there dude. You're good. I gotcha." Odd commented as he held out his hands, not wanting to spook the... clearly off-kilter guy further. "You're all good. Listen. Someone called us here to help you out, so why don't you like, let me do that?" Odd offered with a gentle smile, like he was trying to calm down a particularly spooked horse.

"You got anyone I can call for you? And we really gotta patch up your arm, dude. So why don't you just come with me to the ambulance, we sit you down, and patch you up?" Odd offered as he slowly moved toward Eddie with his hands held out. Ready in case the clearly confused man lashed out.

[fatedmuses]

team chat [Grand Champion Best In Dungeon] CARL. THERE IS A COCKER SPANIEL IN THE SAFE ROOM. [Grand Champion Best In Dungeon] CARL, THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT WE MUST FIX THIS IMMEDIATELY!!! [Grand Champion Best In Dungeon] IT'S DROOLING ON THE CRAFTING TABLE!!!!!!!!!!

Carl could only stare for a moment as the message popped up on his interface. How the fuck?

[Carl] What do you mean there's a cocker spaniel in the safe room? How did it get there? Are you sure it's not actually Mordecai?

It was times like this he wished he still had some cigarettes left.

[lightcreators]

@relucesco continue from here

—— and so the shade tasked with teaching the young god fighting prowess doesn’t quite smile, but he comes close. He’s so weary, this old demi-god —— but these moments with Zagreus make him feel useful again, and it’s a fine feeling, if not one strangely at odds with most his circumstance.

" Your left guard, perhaps. " The old warrior sighs; he passes his spear to his left side, taking a step back and turning the blade back behind him and offering the haft to help Zagreus up. " —— no, lad, I don’t believe you have. I think you are distracted this day. "

He’s been around for some time, and he knows what he was like as a young strapping warrior full of the need to prove himself —— days long gone, and Zagreus is far from how he was in those days, but he sees enough to remind him. There’s a look he has, and it makes him worry, dimly; he’s seen too much change in the House of Hades since the days of taking his post to be terribly blasé about the implications.

There are far too many ears in this House, and too many wily shades with a want to better their own circumstance. But it is quieter here, and he allows looser tongues here more than any other place in these Halls. " Whatever thoughts busy your mind, you must put them aside completely when in battle, or else Styx will quickly remind you of your folly. "

—— too often and without mercy. Down here, death is only a lesson; pain is a teacher. He does not lean hard into either, but he suspects Zagreus will soon enough go beyond his teachings to learn those lessons himself. He gives a look back; this little practice arena is quiet, dark, only lit with the soft glow of the lanterns 'round the edges. " And if you need to spill them to get them out, you know you can do so, lad. " And: the warrior gives a crooked, scarcely there smile. " Otherwise, on your feet for another go. "

Pleasure  was  to  remain  away  of  the  Administrative  Chamber,  away  of  Father’s  orders  ---  each  moment  passed  with  Achilles  was  a  relaxation  he  craved  the  most,  in  which  no  weighting  responsibilities  was  presented  under  his  face  for  pressuring  him  whole.  Oh,  there  was  an  understandable  perception  concerning  reasons  about  what  some  many  paperwork’s  were  needed  concerning  peacefulness  of  the  souls,  but  instead  to  be  closeted  inside  an  office,  of  shades  condensed  within  numbers,  he  wanted  something  more  …  concrete?  Different?  Totally  at  the  opposite  of  the  ordered  method  of  Father?  Countless  parchments  in  which  even  himself  cannot  exploring  all  immensity,  all  density,  all  the  stories,  all  the  shades  exposed  within  little  lines,  should  have  teach  him  to  be  organized  ---  but  he  honestly  just  wanted  to  do  entire  opposite  on  that  matter.  If  rest  of  the  soul  could  be  imposed  by  just  talking  with  them,  instead  to  remaining  sealed  within  administrative  files,  he  would  do  it  …  and  actually,  will  achieving  it  someday!  Doing  his  Father’s  job,  carry  on  differently  the  legacy,  by  offering  last  treatments  imposed  of  a  shade  though  talk,  though  chat,  in  which  there  will  no  borders  between  two  states!  It  would  be  less  boring  than  spending  so  many  hours  into  an  office,  with  countless  piles  of  parchments,  when  that  mental  tiredness  never  seemed  to  end  …  He  didn’t  even  know  how  Father  handled  it  each  day. 

On  annoyance’s  topic,  when  it  wasn’t  other  shades  doing  some  actions  coming  from  one  or  two  requests  in  which  he  should  have  anticipated  exposed  desire,  he  remained  the  first  one  of  the  line  ---  though,  each  day,  he  was  attempting  again,  trying  again.  As  the  Prince  of  the  Underworld,  it  was  under  his  veins  to  embracing  fully  a  throne  in  which  he  will  never  rule  upon,  nevertheless,  having  the  entire  Underworld  to  take  care  of  ---  although,  he  was  perceiving  that  role  in  a  pretty  much  radical  manner  to  exploring  entire  Underworld  and  beyond  since  he  never  perceived  anything  else,  and  not  be  another  employee  in  which  an  shade  can  replace  him!  Having  constantly  the  perception  of  last  moments  of  the  shades  triggered  naturally  a  curiosity  of  the  other  side  ---  meanwhile  shades  recollecting  themselves  about  their  breathing  existence,  he  could  still  wonder  how  it  could  be  to  be  simply  that,  alive,  from  a  mortal’s  perspective.  As  much  he  was  breathing  and  had  a  physical  body,  he  remained  under  the  sight  of  the  Unseen,  in  same  manner  he  was  probably  one  of  rarer  souls  to  having  such  closeness  with  Nyx  herself.

Maybe  it  has  been  tiredness  that  created  that  complete  dissociation  during  usual  fighting  lessons,  something  he  would  need,  if  he  wanted  exploring  more  of  what  he  was  exploring.  Comfort  of  the  House  never  seemed  to  subsisted  him  enough,  as  at  first,  when  he  was  younger  than  today,  exploring  every  corridors  but  having  his  Father’s  room  close  to  him  was  fun  to  explore,  in  which  he  would  spending  his  time  with  Cerberus  …  but  then,  with  Than  away  inside  the  mortal’s  realm,  and  Hypnos  temporary  going  into  his  own  realm  and  could  commenting  upon  mortal’s  realm  on  his  own  way,  landscape  seemed  far  more  smaller  and  limited  for  his  own  good.  As  an  Hades  son,  he  should  appropriate  himself  the  Underworld,  but  even  his  Father  didn’t  want  his  kingdom  been  considered  as  a  tourism  landscape,  as  particular  landscapes  shouldn’t  be  visited,  which  frustrated  him  a  big  lot  ---  All  that  remaining  was  stories,  that  dreaming  hope  someday  he  would  be  achieving  his  goal. 

How  could  be  blamed  to  wanting  more?

❝  Hm?  ❞  Mental  distraction  of  his  thoughts  betrayed  him  another  time  as  Achilles  answered  him.  Returned  tiredness  under  his  features  generated  a  temporary  fear  to  facing  another  lecture  differently  from  his  Father,  though,  compared  to  Father,  he  would  be  welcoming  kindly  such  event.  There  was  some  kind  of  immediate  comforting  smile  at  admission  he  was  distracted.  He  was.  More  often  than  usual  with  his  common  issue  with  his  dad,  but  that,  it  was  pretty  much  almost  public  knowledge  to  this  point  ---  He  was  tired  of  the  Administrative  Chamber’s  job,  in  which  these  endless  piles  of  parchments  looked  like  a  nightmare  in  which  he  will  never  wake  up  with.  ❝  Distracted  by  the  thought  to  discovering  more,  to  breathe  another  air  than  this  constant  office  ---  ❞  To  be  constantly  lectured  by  Father,  as  he  wasn’t  exactly  best  example  of  obedient  kid.  How  even  expressing  desires  to  transforming  a  little  bit  the  Underworld  seemed  a  heresy  he  was  evoking!  It  seemed  like  a  lecture,  however,  distraction  into  his  face  remained.  ❝  Can’t  I  be  focused  and  distracted  at  same  time?  Did  the  monsters  beyond  these  walls  are  really  that  terrible,  altought  you’ve  did  inform  me  of  some  of  them?  ❞  Immediate  playfulness  was  used  in  return,  as  closeness  bond  turned  simple  common  conversations.  Ah,  Styx,  there  was  a  pout  of  the  reminder.  ❝  I  can  only  hope  I’m  not  constantly  returning  into  that  river  once  I’ll  starting  my  little  wanderings.  ❞  If  he  knew.  Another  cheering  up  smile  born,  as  manner  Achilles  expressed  it  turned  kind  of  gentle  acceptance  when  it  was  coming  from  him.  ❝  Let’s  that  focusing  distracted  fight  then!  ❞  Honestly  will  simply  betraying  his  lips  faster  than  he  could  imagining.  ❝  Father  will  deal  with  his  rebellious  son  eager  of  change  the  Underworld  from  the  inside  another  day  in  the  office  meanwhile  I  will  be  suffering  another  lecture,  told  again  everything  I  know  I  should  be !  ❞

[mechamaniii]

@relucesco liked for a starter. || for Royd || accepting!

While Royd had certainly taken the helm when it came to making him Mecha Man again Robert was still often found in the workshop assisting where he could. His mechanical and technical knowledge was no where near as good as Royd, or even his father, but he knew enough to not be completely useless and was handy with tools. Robbie had never let Robert around the mech before he died though that hadn't stopped him from investigating a few times; the missing chunk of his ear was proof of that, a hard lesson learned.

He rolled himself out from under the torso of the mech, a soft groan given as he stretched his back and heard a pop before he put down the screwdriver he had been using to grab his coffee mug. Brown eyes shift over to where Royd was working as he took a sip, curiosity drawing him over to see his progress on the latest proto-pulse.

Robert is careful not to intrude in Royd's space but got close enough that he can scan the plans, try to make sense of them. He understands parts but others fly far into technical territories he hadn't delved into, knowledge base all self taught and centered around the mech.

"How'd you get into all of this tech stuff?" He asked when he felt his brain start to hurt, turning to lean his hip against the table. "Just with your super strength and size... Most criminals I've dealt with with similar builds tend to be more bruisers than — " A vague gesture to the space around him given.

[shieldretired]

@relucesco there's a Venomized poodle sitting extremely politely at Steve's door. / u know who

                            WHEN STEVE GETS BACK FROM THE BUTCHER'S, he finds a black dog on his front porch. He stares at the thing for one, two seconds, and then his brain switches from wow, what an absolutely hideous dog to shit, that's Venom! The teeth? The eyes? The whole package? Yeah, it's a little embarrassing that he didn't recognize them right away.

                            "V?" he asks, climbing up the stairs with his paper bag under one arm. A quick glance around shows him that not even nosy Mrs. Peterson from across the street is watching him, so he ushers Venom inside before someone can see them. "What happened?" Shit, if V is inside a dog, he is no longer in Eddie, but those two have some crazy codependent symbiotic thing going on that Steve won't even pretend to understand, but he knows they wouldn't voluntarily part ways, so–– "Fuck, is Eddie alright? Where is he?"

[dxskofthearchivxst]

@relucesco ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ - Sid

"There's a lot of assumptions in that statement--" Still, Ross wasn't THAT much of a grump not to at least scoot over so the Inquisitor could sit down. Minrathous was beginning to become a sort of meeting place for them. At this rate, Ross might as well become a regular at this tavern in particular.

"So? How fairs the south?" Straight to business. Ross wasn't much of a small talker... Or really any kind of small talker. "I suppose things are kept under control since you're spending your time here."

[dxskofthearchivxst]

@relucesco “ this place ain't cursed. curses wear out. this place is hungry. ” - Kier

"...Does that mean the curse is alive?" Niko tilt his head curiously as he considered Kier's words. The younger wolf pouted as he squint, trying to sense whatever it was Kier was sensing. Nope. Still a teenage level of detect magic. Boo.

"Or- are we like- in a giant mimic?" He looked around on impulse before another frown formed. "How do you even know that? Can you just like... feel it? Is this a super cool werewolf thing I can't do yet? If it's hungry? What do we feed it? I don't think I have any chicken nuggets left in my McDonalds..." Even among the barrage of questions, Niko was still digging in his pocket, finger touching the talisman his adoptive father had lovingly prepared for him.

Probably shouldn't hand kids explosives, but a hero's gunna do what a hero's gotta do.