#vuotoeretico

[aldebaransea]

here he is, the one, the only, corvo F attano (the f stands for fucking). app is under /app

Welcome to the Ark, Corvo! You will be housed in The Palilicium, floor six.

You are assigned the rank New Moon. You also receive a holophone, train pass, and 50 Moon Points.

You will be able to use your rat swarm power to summon 6 friendly rats! Your Pathmaker and Crimson Painter will be taken away for safekeeping.

Please be sure to update your app with any powers that have been retained, nerfed, or removed for the time being.

[dangerousallies]

Never have I ever so brazenly hit on someone.

“Well, you might have more fun if you did.”

:)

[commerceprotocol]

If I may, I'd like to use my buyback voucher for my Pathmaker.

Thank you, Corvo! ♡

You have redeemed:- 1 buyback voucher: Pathmaker

Be sure to come back soon!

[commerceprotocol]

I'd like to use my common item voucher to buy Emily's portrait of me, please.

Thank you, Corvo! ♡

You have redeemed:- 1 Home Item (Common) voucher (Emily’s drawing)

Be sure to come back soon!

[aldebaransea]

corvo sending in a rank up request; you can see my threads at /thrreads

Thank you for your request, Corvo!

You have been promoted to RANK 2.

Based on your stated preference, you are awarded:

1 Transportation Voucher

1 Standard Toolkit

1 Home Item (Common) Voucher

You may redeem your rewards at the Commerce Protocol.

Please see the list of ranks for more information on your rank and future rank requirements.

[dangerousallies]

@vuotoeretico​

It’s not polite, perhaps, to take the Palilicium elevator as high as it will go - the 6th floor - and invite themself for a look around the common area while the residents are momentarily absent. But then, no one has ever accused the Diplomat of being too polite. They’re really quite jealous of the Palilicium. The overgrown treehouse in Tranquility is fine, of course, if you’re comfortable around plants (they’re not), but these common rooms are so much more to their taste. They even have a library.

The library is where they linger, paging through any texts that catch their interest, only absently listening for the telltale din outside to tell them one of the residents must have returned home. If they do, the Diplomat reasons, they can always think of an excuse for being here.

However, whether from the absence of warning sound or just their own distraction, when the library door does open, they don’t expect it. They don’t particularly like being caught off guard, nor having their only exit blocked, but they show none of that. Instead, they simply lower the book in their hands with measured calm, aiming a polite smile at the stranger, as natural as if they belong here.

“Oh, hello. A resident, I presume?”

[red-right-eye-blog]

@vuotoeretico               Corvo isn’t allowed to mourn even for a second before something catches his eye.

              And a something it definitely is indeed. It’s a vaguely humanoid shape, sure, but it looks like something that had crawled out of the Void’s ugly maw, gangling and ink-slick and horror-faced, though Corvo has certainly never seen the Void produce anything like that. The possession, the rat swarms, the windblasts– nothing is anything like that.

             He shoves the Heart back into his coat, and reflexively reaches for his sword– and cursing upon remembering it is nowhere on his person.

             That’s fine, he thinks, cracking his neck. He spreads his legs apart, raising his fists like he’s seventeen and in a bar fight again. He’s not sure the kind of damage he can do to this think with his bare hands, but it’s better than nothing, and Void knows he’s more than capable of flinging someone into the howling abyss unarmed.  

              Deep brown eyes don’t waver from his target. He’s patiently waiting for that thing to make the next move.

Morgan curses internally. They’d waited too long to choose, and now the man’s seen their Typhon form. To Morgan’s mild surprise, the other’s panic seems to immediately subside rather than flare up at this vision of comic horror, settling into a cold hostility; an aura so powerful that Morgan can almost feel their Typhon tendrils recoil with animal instinct.

They drop the rat, which scurries hastily away from them, and wonder if the man was as embarrassed to be caught in a moment of weakness as Morgan is to be caught in their alien body. Morgan makes their decision, deciding on a dime which form might put the man most at ease. They almost choose their female one, but at the last moment change their mind and make the face more angular, sprouting a stubbly beard and thick black hair. They smooth the front of their uniform, which is somewhat unnecessary, since it’s not made of the sort of material that wrinkles.

“Woah, there. Easy,” Morgan laughs, and flashes what is no doubt a dazzling smile. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Ah, I’m Morgan Yu. You’ve probably heard of me - TranStar and all that. You are -?”