Once just a persistent soul now given form again.

Header image is made by my friend pest-control-jerp.

[theprometheansoul]

Please do know that I have a fluctuating schedule for the most part and that I apologize in advance if it takes me awhile to answer anything.

My Soul/Vessel OC was something that formed after acting like a Greek Mythos Nerd on anon with their name being Ithas.

I hope whoever reads this enjoys it as this is my first attempt at committing to roleplaying on Tumblr.

Tags

Ask- An Inquiry?

Reblog- A discussion.

End of a Reblog chain- A discussion now concluded.

Lore posts shown through dreams/visions- An Apparition of the past.

In character posts that aren't asks- Ithas's musings

Asks and in character posts that aren't Ithas- The musings of another.

Unspecific Events-An unforeseen circumstance.

The not-so-secret language-The Sun's Voice

OOC- Out of Character

[theprometheansoul]

WOAH, ITHAS BUDDY. I DONT THINK YOU CAN JUST TELL SOMEONE TO KILL THEMSELF???????????????????

AND I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD SEND CHILDREN TO WAR BUT I DON'T SEE ANY OPPOSITION ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW DO I?!

[*Ithas reaches into their back pocket, a flash of metal before their grip relaxed and let go, sliding back into their pocket.]

Shut up with your fake ass talk about caring and do caring acts instead of hiding behind the veneer of civility by being a guilty bystander that berates others for lacking morality when it suits your own standing.

[theprometheansoul]

Get like idk point to fight with you. Xey're older, strong, and they're already a murderer so no need to worry about the trauma of killing somebody

I mean, have you seen what it can do with their languages stuff??? He'd be the perfect war weapon!!

SHE ISN'T A FUCKING WEAPON YOU TOOL OF IGNORANT MALIGNANT IDIOCY! HOW ABOUT YOU REALIZE THAT THE VESSELS ARE FUCKING CHILDREN, PEOPLE THAT DESERVE PEACE FROM THE TURMOIL OF THEIR PREVIOUS LIVES! IF YOU REFUSE TO PERCEIVE THAT, KILL YOURSELF! NOW!

[*Ithas inhaled, rage bleeding away.]

Your corpse would be doing more good to the world than your insistent yapping.

[theprometheansoul]

Ich kann es kaum erwarten, dass diejenigen, die du liebst, wieder fallen

Es wird lustig sein!! Haha!!

You will be forgotten like many other hawks. It's the doves that are remembered you bastard of a tar pit.

[*Ithas moves past, not even glancing at the anon anymore, knowing that it'd be an eventuality for them to be proven right in their claims.]

[theprometheansoul]

You should get the other vessels to fight with you

An army is stronger against a king than a mob!

Is it a cause that they'd believe in? Is it something that can be entrusted to them? To be a potential killer?

[*Ithas felt an immense pang of anxiety at the thought of any of the vessel's having such an innocence being stolen from, and at such a young age at that.]

No. I will never ask of them to join in a fight that isn't theirs.

[theprometheansoul]

Ithas QueenGasterKaard

Don't mind me, just testing out how your last name would be formatted

[*......]

......Okay?

[theprometheansoul]

Haha!!

Der Krieg hat begonnen! Jetzt Tanzest Soldat, Tanzest!! Machst ein film für alle!!

Let the purpose of my armor be forgotten, may this be a conflict with minimal bloodshed.

[*Ithas knelt down to one knee, performing a short prayer.]

May I be a weapon discarded and a person of peace picked up.

May this be a cause that doesn't stray.

[*They glared at the anon before stating these words.]

May no enjoyment be made from this inherently bad action for all war is evil and an inherent defeat.

[theprometheansoul]

I didnt mean Joan.

I meant a certain man.

also, eliot isnt exactly talking to us anymore after we told him victor was going to be punished for hugging him, but victor told him something in that language you happen to know. so...

More and more Garb proves to be less and less the academic compared to father.

Perhaps the only thing he's a doctor of is psychology, he certainly knows how to piss people off. Knowing from what I heard of the doctor whose name is more synonymous with jackass than the word donkey is that the degree would be fraudulent as well.

[*Ithas forcefully stopped themself from thinking about the annoyance, nothing productive could be done if it's just insults.]

I'll try and look for Eliot soon but right now I'm struggling to get some of the latches for the bits of armor.

[theprometheansoul]

Speaking of going against Garb, have you been informed of Poe's return yet?

I've been informed and I do hope to see him again.

Last time I saw him was when a magic Anon made him a wee lad. Has it been that long already?

[*Ithas felt a little concerned that they lost track of time that quickly in their existence as a vessel.]

I gotta make sure to see him before he's magic anon'd into an elderly old man or something.

[*They snickered before walking off to find Poe, finished with equipping their armor.]

[theprometheansoul]

Send more hamsters, please. The last batch was greatly appreciated

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What?

[*There's nothing that could describe the incredulity that overcame Ithas from the massive tonal shift at the odd and potentially misplaced request.]

I think you got your info mixed up friend, I don't have hamsters.

[theprometheansoul]

its garb hes going against.

dont you think its time to bring in someone else to help?

And you think it's up to me to just enlist the help of my former love?

[*There's disgust laced in Ithas's voice. Joan wasn't just someone you could order around willy nilly nor is she someone who should become like that.]

You think I can just summon a dead person to do my bidding for a fight with a person she has no stakes against? Get the fuck out of my face if you're gonna say to any of that.

[theprometheansoul]

war? Against who?

You don't see the cracks? You don't see how the tight grip becomes slippery because of it? You don't see how the dead were disrespected and attempted to be killed once again just because he couldn't control them?

[*Chainmail is slowly put on, plate armor being strapped on soon after, the flexibility tested extensively.]

This Garb is causing a rebellion in his midst by taking the things people care about and thinking that nothing will happen of it.

May the horse's ass have gut problems when it shits on that guy's grave.

[theprometheansoul]

you may wish to speak to eliot later

Oh?

It must be that Victor's rallying support against the blue fuck or the associate they both share, that or someone made Eliot look into worker's rights.

[*Ithas begins to stand.]

It's time to prepare for war it seems.

Now where's my damn armor.....

[theprometheansoul]

Could you make a functioning hook shot?

Unfortunately I'm not an inventor that could make something like that, it would be more likely that the vessel known as Piter could make it.

[*Carefully, Ithas set aside a journal filled with schematics regarding swords, spears, shields, and what looks like to be a re-]

[*Snap!]

I could however, assist in the parts of making such a device.

[theprometheansoul]

garb didn't like how fiesty and hard to control rowan was, rowan went rogue when garb tried sending him somewhere, and rowan was the one to retrieve victor's soul from gaster's void for garb to use it

[*Notes were taken once again!]

Much appreciated, maybe next time I'll understand what the ongoing rat race is for the man who deserves to be forgotten and his whims.

[*More plans and more insults, and one singular and embarrassing depiction of Garb are made.]

[theprometheansoul]

rowan's kinda close with mercury

Thank you for that information anon.

[*The notepad makes its return once more only without the bystander of a pen but the bystander of the pencil.]

Time to figure out how this damned thing works again. More fickle than some stories of the fae I swear.

[theprometheansoul]

I should probably ask someone Rowan likes to give em' a wellness check, I just know Garb still tormented the kid somehow.

[*Ithas begins the painful process of finagling with their phone to contact someone.]