Jordas, worstie, please drop the Atlas systems BP so I can stop shooting you in the ass.
Thanks <3

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Jordas, worstie, please drop the Atlas systems BP so I can stop shooting you in the ass.
Thanks <3
{◇} OPEN STARTER {◇}
Jordas was bored. Bored bored bored.
The Pherliac was still buzzing pleasantly through his systems, satiating the quiet itch that had been scratching at the back of his mind. He had bought himself a few minutes of peace, at least. It wasn't nearly as bad as it had been in the Primary Strain's Hivemind. He was left alone - stable, but effectively quarantined from the rest of the Relay by Simaris. The Tenno probably didn't even know he was there.
Though, that was probably for the best. The area his physical host was in had been effectively consumed by the Infestation - a benign version of the Mutalist strain, courtesy of Alad V - and Jordas reasoned it would look quite alarming to any casual observer, especially given Orcus Relay's proximity to Eris.
Jordas sighed, the Infestation around him circling the air in his room and drawing in more Pherliac spores. Void, he was so bored.
So he did something he hadn't done since he had been pulled out and away from the Jordas Amalgam, leaving the Infested monstrosity to starve and atrophy away: he opened the transmissions system and began scanning radio waves for... anyone. Even if he didn't find anything... the noise coming from his scanner would be something to listen to.
Couple of Jordas doodles featuring infested Jordan Yendas
The best part about loving a character with no lore that might be dead/forgotten by the devs is that nobody can tell me something isn't true.
The worst part is everything else
Hmm I neglected to post this until now
Chargers are just weirdly shaped dogs, they need pets.