Useless Meanderings

Indie original character. Penned by Thompson. Established 2/16/19.

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Nothing that he knows can explain this circumstance. Sure, he’s an immortal being who’s been around for over six hundred years, but this? There is know way in Hell that he can make sense of it.

Well, not without asking.

Steeling himself, he approaches the newcomer and clears his throat. “Excuse me, was that...was that your pet?” He inquires, speaking gently as to not cause too much alarm. Earnest curiosity is obvious on his face, even though there is an edge of fear.

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Things I like to know about rp partners!!

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i like to be called: Thompson.

my favorite color is: Green and earthy tones. 

gender: Rather not say.

one thing you should know about me: Making aus, headcanons, and whatever else with my roleplay partners is one of my favorite things to do! Expect that a lot from me.

one thing you should know about my muse: Diodore is one of the most stupid but intelligent people you will ever meet. He has a certain vigor for life but he tends to go into things without thinking.

first language: English

second language:  I’m currently learning Russian.

HIGHLIGHT:

preferred age range: under 13 | 14-17 | 18 - 22 | 23 - 25 | 26 - 29 | 30+ | 70+ (I’m 20, just so you know)

am i okay with nsfw?: yes | no | sometimes but not for this muse

my favorite/most common thing to rp is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | other

oc friendly?: y e s | no | depends

rp blog:   does | doesn’t  contain ooc posts

TAGGING:

tagged by: @empathicstars

tagging: All of my followers!

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// @noriaki-hipster-kakyoin

Golden light...?

Pausing mid-stride, Diodore looks on in utter awe. Hand poised to grab the leather-bound sketchbook that resides snugly in his right pocket, he waits a moment before making any sudden moves.

Indeed, there is light. It appears to be in some sort of slit shape; a hole in the fabric of the universe. In all of his many yeasrs, Diodore has yet to bear witness to such a bizarre thing. Then, to his heightened amazement, he notices a figure’s silhouette among the bright lamination. 

“H-how...can this be?” he murmurs, sweating slightly from his consternation.

[erebussociety]

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//I’m so sorry to everyone having to deal with Diodore. This man drinks dumb bitch juice with every meal. Pray for him.

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@metalmended

“Ah, yes...I...” Diodore held up his arm so Sid could see it easier, a smattering of red splotches all over it. “...I seem to have made a mistake.” Medical grade disinfectant stung his nostrils as he sat in the medical bay, and although his attempts to smile were well meant he could only manage it by force due to severe discomfort. 

In his haste earlier, some chemicals had splashed onto his forearm which resulted in this subsequent skin inflammation. As much as he wanted to make light of the situation, this was serious, and he was glad he hadn’t made contact with something more acidic. It still itched and burned, though. Breathing somewhat raggedly through his nose, Diodore did his absolute best to put on a show of good sport. In his opinion, making a scene would not only look foolish but it would probably heighten the problem at hand.

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// @misstheground

Venturing into the engineering department wasn’t one of Diodore’s usual tasks, but after reports of an unusual compound being found within a chemical vat flooded his office, the Lieutenant Commander felt some necessity in doing this.

“Miss Shoya, I apologize for bothering you in the middle of your duties,” he began, somewhat anxiously, “but I was wanting to figure out what the issue with one of the chemical vats is. After one of our routine checks, some unusual compound was found among the normal results and my department is concerned that it may become...”

He trailed off, trying to find a euphemism for “a catalyst to destruction”, and he glanced skittishly up at the ceiling for some kind of answer. Not to mention, Shoya gave him slight jitters just because of her intimidating appearance. He would like to befriend her someday, but that was for a less worrisome time. “Unstable,” he settled on, at last, his accent becoming noticeably more French due to partially withheld apprehension.

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// @empathicstars

“Hello, Miss Moore! I hope this does not offend you, but I was curious about your empathic abilities and wanted to understand them a bit more.”

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@useless-immortal ( starter call // accepting )

“You said you head up the chemistry department? I, uh… I always wanted to be better at chemistry… I’m usually a little too clumsy with the vials.”

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Blue eyes flick their gaze away from a report as his mouth curls up into an admittedly goofy smile. Diodore is always content to speak be struck up with conversation, and this time is certainly no different.

“Ah, chemistry is a bit tricky but I’ve always thought that engineering is an entirely different realm of difficulty. All those wires and whatnot,” he replies, continuing to smile at Barclay. “And to the tell you the truth, I’m a bit clumsy myself. You can best believe I’ve had a couple mishaps in the lab, but luck is on my side!”

Laughter, hearty and warm, bubbles up from his chest and the chemist seems wholeheartedly amused by his past failures. That’s always been Diodore’s philosophy, though; even through mishaps one can find success -- assuming that one doesn’t die in the process. Carding his fingers through soft brown hair, Diodore clears his throat and returns his attention back to the Lieutenant. “Would you like me to teach you a couple things? When I have more downtime, of course.”