#unheimlig

[white-reaper]

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[dollxcage]

@unheimlig || I couldn’t draw this smug bastard for the life of me but here he is -wheeze-

[drouklazher-blog]

❝ Ragar Kertia, hear my command. Seek out the spiciest of this human item called ‘ramyeon’. You may not return until you find one that would make even the Noblesse shed tears. ❞

@soulcleft | @unheimlig - 8|c

     There was no doubt that the Lord did all this to annoy him. Obviously unloading whatever she held back in persistent aggravation, given the former leader of the Kertia family orders just as this one that a many other current [ and former ] leaders would find appalling. Atrocious and something to raise voice about that he should deny these happenings and require upon orders more worth his time and skill!

    Himself? Honestly, he held no care about that. Accepting easily, as would it not permit him to wander back into the realm of humankind and just be for a while? [ in a sense, she did him well with her personal displeasure about plans and orders from her Lord Father ]. And, unlike others, he was not against learning the changes of the world [ even though man-made appliances held little to no worth for him ], having been taught a few things here and there by the modified humans under Viktor’s care. Especially the man named Tao seemed to be delighted that someone of the assassin’s class would be willing to indulge in the ‘benefits’ of this so-called 'internet’, making work a lot simpler while - in the end - Ragar would still go out and about and fancy himself in gathering whatever would come to light in research done over the last hour [ he, still, had to listen to the boy voicing concern about being loaded upon with something quite as - whimsical - as this ].

    Alas, two could play this game.

    “My Lord.”

    It would be laughable to assume that the Noblesse would shed tears, alas, he had left packages behind for Frankenstein to try and indulge his Master, however he saw fit [ he would her about this, later on, he knows ]. “As per your wish, I went out to find the 'spiciest ramyeon’, and will hear later about how it fared with the Noblesse and if it was to his taste.” She couldn’t really mean it, now could she? To make him 'shed tears’ [ too much like her father sometimes ]. With the announcement of return, he bows before her, movements of well-mannered politeness and respect to be fulfilled, accepting her wholly as his new Master and Leader.

    “I’ve had the servants prepare it all regarding what Frankenstein told me how to do it, so if you may want to proceed in trying them as you wish, they are waiting in the adjourning room.” And he was not desultory in his tries. Finding ten different versions, not only from Korea but also Malaysia and India as well - fulfilling it all to utmost perfection. “They are lined up by the 'mildest’ to the 'spiciest’.” And even more might he not want to offer? Of course, but that was due to the scientist’s very mannerism around those that all the nobles would look up to [ couldn’t have helped it, right? alone the fact of task being quite so charmingly hilarious as this had spurred on wants and needs to - 'help’ - ? ]. “I am to also offer my regards from Frankenstein himself.” That would not end well, so he knows. “He provides his skill to add ingredients and spice to the one you like the most if it were still too mild for the Lord’s tongue to taste.” And sure enough - the spiciest of them all held enough heat to have, by a little taste, lingering burn for half an hour on lips alone.

[grotesque-puppet]

     ♰ He could not fault those that approach premises of grandness embellished with the lingering scent of death for their beliefs that those that dwell within it are just faithful servants of the bereaved the grieving. Chimed and invited to calm ones troubled thoughts with this very construction of shimmering marbles and darkened hauntingly beautiful woods? With the expense of a resting place as far as the eye could only reach, serenading the mourning songs with weeping willows and tall, richly green pine-trees? Oh, surely not. He wouldn't hold it against any small and desperate soul to think just like that - and be greeted in the very same way by an abundance of swift and gentle helpers.

    ♰ Alas, times change the second when the day dies and night would devour it whole.

    ♰ " Ah~ I am not quite sure what would drive you here during the time of slumber and serene tranquillity. " Spoken towards that figure that had wandered as if lost { surely not? } in the ways and rows endlessly stretching before curious gaze with gravestones and memorials. Some calling names and deeds and days - some empty of intricate inscriptions, but still not quite forgotten. " You see~ The cemetery is closed right now, yet you managed to wander undetected inside~ " An impossibility { so surely known to mankind }. " Please, I am not fond of someone being here to disturb the souls and spirits alike~ "          || @unheimlig  ♡~

[breselin]

          ★ Note brought forth only settled upon the tip of his tongue sole for the fact that - once again - this man had brought himself in danger unimaginable { hadn't it been brought forth by the scientist’s own actions regardless? }, summoning the Soldier simply for the sake of perceiving the 'damage done' with own two eyes. "Boisterous just as always, one might want to wonder if your claimed age shall be of truth."

         ★ Still, he lets him. Unmoving, unwavering in his stance save for the mere tilt of his head in acknowledgement and his arms rise and cross in front of own chest in mild contemplation of the happenings { and enough of a taking in to see what truly would be off with the other yet once again? }.

         ★ Cares so little { far too much? } and returns smirk in liking once it enlightens fair visage. Should tell him to stop those antics and pacing if not for amusement chiming and singing through his very blood. "Now, now~ Do not overpay your importance to me~" { but should he not? }. "You wish for more than you are permitted to have." For more than only would be allowed to give. "Alas, let me humour you for a spell. Your danger. Your wrath. It all promises my mind the solace it direly seeks."

         ★ How odd. A war to feel his soul torn apart { fighting? why would he even want to fight? }, and still, nothing to change features past the need be. "Nevertheless. I came here because I heard of your run-in with the 'Union'. Faring well, I do suppose?"          || @unheimlig | cont. ♡~

[goldenvelleityarchive-blog]

@unheimlig

    “Ah, the illustrious Frankenstein. So we meet at last - I’ve heard so much about you..:” And your quest for the Noblesse, but that would be a terribly rude thing to say to a stranger. Instead, she limited herself to offering up a hand in a friendly gesture. “I am Janna, the new Leader of the Drosia clan.” 

[leviathanwielded-moved-blog]

@unheimlig

     “Lukedonia sends its regards.”  Normally, all demons in hell could not have moved her to set a single foot within the approximate vicinity of Korea, where he lived. However, accompanied by Master Gejutel Landegre, clad in the black and golden colors of Lukedonia... If they were smart, they would not turn down the support of two additional clan leaders. 

   With one gran gesture, she let go of Leviathan’s golden handle and the whip dissolved into thin air, no longer connected to its wielder. A fuming field of ruins left behind by scattered enemies who realized this was a hopeless game they tried to play. So we meet again, Frankenstein. Instantly, her gaze scoured their immediate surroundings, senses reaching out tentatively. Was HE also here, somewhere? He must be. No Frankenstein without Sir Raizel. 

    “We’re here to help, if it’s needed.” A quick gesture towards Gejutel - probably not only an additional support... but Raskreia’s eyes and ears. Whatever she messed up... the Lord would hear of it from him. Not an exciting thought, was it? 

[aevyternal]

                    ❝  You’ve  become  quite  the  stranger  lately,  haven’t  you,  Frankenstein ?  ❞        Soft  laughter  spills  past  rosy  lips  as  hand  extends  towards  his  cheek  to  push  away  silken  honey  strands  [  a  cool  phantom  touch ,   lingering  for  only  a  brief  moment  before  pulling  away  ] .        ❝  Ah------  but  you’ve  been  missed.  I  pray  that  you’ve  been  well  during  your  absence ?  ❞        There’s  a  diamond  shine  in  her  eyes  as  smile  SPREADS  ‘pon  her  lips  as  she  steps  away .        ❝  I’ll  put  on  some  tea----  or  perhaps  you’d  prefer  some  coffee  while  we  catch  up.  What  say  you ?  ❞

                 @unheimlig || ♡’d this!