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[magitekscience]

Send me three names + a number...

fuck, marry, kill

marry, cuddle, sleep with

fuck, take a bullet for, murder

adopt, be adopted by, marry 

kill, betray, have on your zombie apocalypse team

seduce, steal from, serenade

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𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴.

continuing from this list i made earlier!

“ i miss you. ”

“ i don’t think i can do this anymore. ”

“ were you really about to leave without saying goodbye? ”

“ please don’t make me say it. ”

“ i need you. ”

“ please don’t go… ”

“ you know i’m never going to let anything happen to you. don’t you? ”

“ are you… are you afraid of me? ”

“ you’re a good person. ”

“ don’t worry. i’ll stay. i’m not going anywhere. ”

“ …is what they’re saying true? ”

“ i don’t care about any of that. i only care about you! ”

“ i’m here. ”

“ you have no idea how glad i am to see you. ”

“ just… tell me how to fix this. ”

“ please. now is not the time for lies. please, just… tell me the truth. ”

“ you know you can tell me anything… right? ”

“ hey… there is nothing in this world that you can tell me, that’ll ever make me hate, fear, or leave you. please, rest easy in that knowledge. ”

“ i never thought i’d see you again. ”

“ please… you have to understand why i did what i did… ”

“ why didn’t you tell me? ”

“ everyone has secrets, don’t they? i’m sure you’ll tell me yours when you’re ready. ”

“ you’re not alone. ”

“ you can trust me. ”

“ i can’t believe i ever trusted you… ”

“ it’s okay… everything’s going to be alright. ”

“ i…  i  don’t know how to fix this. ”

“ there’s no other way, is there? ”

“ no. absolutely not. no way. i’m not letting you do this. ”

“ you don’t know what it was like. ”

“ for gods sake, don’t do this! don’t you dare make me lose anyone else! not today! ”

“ i can’t lose you… ”

“ haven’t we suffered enough? can’t we have this one good thing? ”

“ you know, i think this might be the first time i’ve ever seen you frightened… ”

“ goodbye, my love/old friend. ”

“ you didn’t honestly expect me to let you do this alone, did you? ”

“ you lied to me. ”

“ you abandoned me. ”

“ promise me. ”

“ you promised! ”

“ please don’t do this… ”

“ we were one hell of a pair, weren’t we? ”

“ perhaps i am a little frightened… ”

“ we’re a team. remember? so let’s face this one together. ”

“ sorry. you’re stuck with me, i’m afraid. it’s part of the whole friendship/relationship thing. wherever you go, i go. ”

“ you… you must know, before anything else happens tonight… you must know that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me. ”

“ i love you. ”

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❛  god , i have no idea how you do this every day .  ❜ ( for her garlean conscript verse maybe? :> )

The answer, he thinks, is easy to give, as he regards Rivah and then continues adjusting the machinery. Finetuning is a complex matter when dealing with forces Verstael cannot perceive, but he has never let himself be deterred. There is so much they do not understand yet.

"Because it must be done, if we are to advance. To know, to learn, to improve!" He replied, glancing at her once again. "I am aware it might be painful, but truly, your mere presence here is a boundless font of advancement. Whenever you are not being sent to the frontlines, of course." He scoffs. "There are no gods here, however. Unless you have acquired the ability to summon primals during your last deployment?" He then asks, looking up from the screens.

Truly, that would be a sight to behold and, more importantly, to study and dissect.

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“Hello, Mr. Besithia! We've been trying to reach you concerning your vehicle's extended warranty. You should've received a notice in the mail about your car's extended warranty eligibility. Since we've not gotten a response, we're giving you a final courtesy call before we close out your file. Press 2 to be removed and placed on our do-not-call list. To speak to someone about possibly extending or reinstating your vehicle's warranty, press 1 to speak with a warranty specialist.”

There is a moment of silence, as the researcher listens to the call. And then, he smiles. It's the kind of smile that unsettles even the researcher beside him, as he notes down the number.

"Oh, do let me speak to a specialist." He settles for, before transferring the call to said underling. And to them, he speaks again. "Do inform the Imperial Security of this call. And pray see if we could not organize a visit to our laboratories." He added, offhandedly.

He'd been running out of research subjects.

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| — . ♕ . — | · · · Ardyn offered a scoff to Verstael’s reaction, actually casting a slight glare at the plates. He hadn’t acted for some scientific benefit. No, the choice to cut away the long locks that he had adorned for literal millennia was his choice, not some damned science experiment!

None the less, he narrowed his eyes and dropped a handful of the sheared burgundy hair onto the glass plate, not even taking it from him. Whatever Verstael wanted it for, it was undoubtedly something outside of Ardyn’s realm of easily understanding. Though, the same could be said for a majority of the words Verstael prattled on to him about.

“What idea?” he questioned, anyhow, arching a brow as he reached for another handful of his hair, cutting the length away with a few poorly precisioned snips. · ·

There was precious little, according to Verstael, that was not or could not be considered a science experiment, much less in the laboratory complex that was his abode. In time, would that he knew it, even those fragile lines would be gone. The world was his to understand, to improve, to play with. Right now, to teach as well, for he had not yet lost the faintest hope that Ardyn, as the foremost subject of Verstael’s research, could understand his passion.·

Not that it was necessary, but it would be practical.·

“I shall show you.” He spoke, and his voice had adopted the faintly absent tone that meant but that the scientist was now focusing on far too many matters at the same time, planning and thinking even as he moved. And so he took the hair, moved it to a modified microscope of his, then separated some strands to move them to another machine.·

“I imagine you have wondered, at some point, ” he began, as he prepared his work with the shade of a smile in his voice,·“how an infected body differs from a healthy one. Have you never wanted to see for yourself? To see the boundary between man and beast, between the sick, the dying and the living? Between you and the rest of nature, for now?”

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A quick note about activity

Because I forgot: I’m currently playing FFXIV Endwalker. I won’t exist here until I finish the MSQ, so as to avoid any and all spoilers. 

Afterwards everything will be tagged, but just so you know why I’ve disappeared :3

[magitekscience]

❛  if you have something to say to me , spit it out already .  ❜ (twosidedsoldier)

@twosidedsoldier

The scientist doesn't speak, not immediately. Instead he paces, the rustles of cloth and faint metal accompanying each and every one of his steps.

"Oh, there is just so much I have to say." He settles for, however, his voice but a purr. He's hardly seeing the man under the armor, he doesn't particularly care too much about him, so long as he does not flee to Lucis with his technology. But oh, how practical it is to have him there.

"But first I must ask," he continues, and would that there were a single drop of concern in his voice. "How did the armor feel?"

It edges a line he isn't entirely certain he wants to cross wholly, the whole technology of this particular armor. And yet, the results speak for themselves.

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| — . ♕ . — |         Ugh… How terribly dull. Ardyn wouldn’t complain of that aloud, however. No, not when Verstael and his research had been the means for him to reestablish his foothold in a bizarre and foreign world. As tedious as it could be, he would cooperate– at least, as much as his patience would allow him to endure.

“That sounds terribly dull.”

… Alright, perhaps he couldn’t keep his thoughts to himself. Well, at least the initial intention of doing so had been there.

“Plasmodium Malariae?” Oh, how he wished Somnus could have been present to hear that. The Scourge was not a curse, but a sickness. For how long had his dear brother berated him for his attempts to cure the ill, claiming that it was a lost cause? Ah, but that period of his life was over, wasn’t it? None of that truly mattered any longer. The Ardyn that he was now was no longer who he was then.

“I see,” he mused, picking up a few other items along the countertop, investigating them– pens, a calculator, a pair of scissors. For a long moment, golden hues lingered on the shining silver shears, contemplating. Without so much as a warning, he raised them up in one hand, taking ahold of the long strands of his hair in the other… then began to cut, slicing the length from them a few locks at a time.    

Dull, Ardyn spoke, and Verstael regarded him as unimpressedly as he could and for the entirety of a second, before the screen changed and he soon moved to check the new lines of data. It was poorly presented, at the moment, yet functional enough. 

“It must truly sound alien, given your origins.” He mused, although most of his mind was otherwise occupied, and he didn’t even stop reading as Ardyn spoke again, functioning on autopilot mostly as he opened a file and updated his notes. “Although yes, a parasitic pathogen that...” He turned to glance at the other man, and then both mind and words halted, if only for a breath. “What are you doing?” He found himself asking, his voice completely emotionless. “Do not... or yes, do.” He changed his mind. “Bring that hair, put it... here.” He added, taking a few clear plates from a cupboard nearby and pushing them towards Ardyn with a hand, while he began typing with the other. “I have an idea.”

@magitekscience​ || as discussed 

| — . ♕ . — |       After a certain point, the formalities of invitation and manner became overshadowed by the novelty of intrusion and the illusion of entitlement. Without so much as a knock, Ardyn let himself into Verstael’s laboratory, humming quietly to himself as he strode toward the other end. By that point, he was quite accustomed to the layout of the establishment. 

As he slowly approached the area where he expected the young scientist to be, his humming silenced itself. It wasn’t so much that he respected enough to worry on hindering the other’s work, but more that it enabled him to center his own focus on whatever ‘experiment’ or work might be in progress. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, eyes immediately scanning whatever Verstael might have laid out on the counters or tables.   

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50 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎   ,   𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 . (  an assortment of dialogue prompts for roleplay purposes ! feel free to edit the prompts to fit your muse if required . )

❛  was that a friend of yours ?  ❜ ❛  quick ! this way , before they see you .  ❜ ❛  is this what you wanted ?  ❜ ❛  you look like you’ve just seen a ghost .  ❜ ❛  i’ll still be here when you wake up , i promise .  ❜ ❛  may i borrow this for a short while ? i promise i’ll return it !  ❜ ❛  you’re late .  ❜ ❛  none of this would have happened if you’d just listened to me !  ❜ ❛  give me one good reason why i should believe you .  ❜ ❛  someone’s in a good mood today , i see .  ❜ ❛  if you have something to say to me , spit it out already .  ❜ ❛  you’ll be no help to anyone if you run yourself into the ground .  ❜ ❛  i never thought i’d see you again .  ❜ ❛  i’ve lost so many people . i can’t lose you , too .  ❜ ❛  may i have this dance ?  ❜ ❛  don’t treat me like a child .  ❜ ❛  i’m really not one for crowds .  ❜ ❛  tell me it’s not true , [ name ] . please tell me it’s not true .  ❜ ❛  you don’t have to hold my hand , you know .  ❜ ❛  i need to step away for a bit , i’m sorry .  ❜ ❛  i can’t do this without you .  ❜ ❛  this isn’t our fight , [ name ] . it’s my fight .  ❜ ❛  don’t come any closer !  ❜ ❛  i would never lie to you . to others , yes , but never to you .  ❜ ❛  rough day today , i assume ?  ❜ ❛  that is not an appropriate question to ask someone you just met .  ❜ ❛  hey ! what was that for ?  ❜ ❛  god , i have no idea how you do this every day .  ❜ ❛  you’re such a coward , aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  why don’t you just kill me ?  ❜ ❛  i’m not leaving you , [ name ] . not now . not ever .  ❜ ❛  i know i’m not the person you want , but … i’m here .  ❜ ❛  is that my shirt you’re wearing ?  ❜ ❛  who the hell invited you ?  ❜ ❛  you knew ! you knew , and you didn’t tell me ?  ❜ ❛  you’re going to get us killed .  ❜ ❛  you’re terrible at flirting , you know .  ❜ ❛  i see a lot of myself in you .  ❜ ❛  i didn’t realise you were in so much pain .  ❜ ❛  you should have thought about that before you engaged in a fight .  ❜ ❛  why can’t i come with you ?  ❜ ❛  what are you doing out here by yourself ?  ❜ ❛  no more lies . no more secrets . from here on out , we’re honest with each other , [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  stay with me . just for tonight .  ❜ ❛  trust me , these people are not your friends .  ❜ ❛  how many more people need to die before you are satisfied ?  ❜ ❛  i know you better than you think i do .  ❜ ❛  you know … you’re really cute for someone with such a terrible personality .  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to see you smile again .  ❜ ❛  being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting that you’re in pain .  ❜

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| — . ♕ . — |       As Verstael had implied, no matter how attuned Ardyn was with the ‘subject matter,’ the content on the monitor’s screen was akin to gibberish. It should have alarmed him, just how fascinated the other was with all of this, but he was beginning to grow accustomed to Verstael’s hyperfocus and unconventional methods.

“Strains?” he questioned, repeating the word with a curious, if mild, interest. An eyebrow rose before he looked away from the computer, then took a seat in the nearest chair without invitation. As he sat, the wheels of the seat shifted the whole thing backwards several inches and he somehow managed to suppress a slight flail, gripping the arms to stabilize himself. Who in their right might thought it a wise idea to place wheels on a chair?

“And… what, pray tell, do you mean by ‘concerns us?’” Concerns you, he nearly corrected, but held his tongue. For now. He would allow the man a few moments to prattle on about whatever fancy had engrossed him before Ardyn exposed him to his developing flavour of sass.

Leaning over, he picked up a beaker from the nearest surface. It was filled with some sort of ominous-looking liquid, which Ardyn brought to his nose and sniffed without concern. He scrunched his nostrils, then placed it back down. Whatever it’s contents were, it wasn’t as particularly interesting as he might have hoped.

“Tell me, do you ever leave this facility? Surely it must be dreadfully dull to hole yourself up in such a manner.”      

“Strains, indeed.” He began, his gaze settling on Ardyn only for the moment it took him to be certain he was not sitting on any particularly inconvenient place -not that the man would have cared, Verstael thought- and very much not raising an eyebrow in subtle and unimpressed befuddlement.  Then again, he supposed it was to be expected, in a way. 

“What many call the Starscourge is a strain of Plasmodium Malariae, a very particular one. Studying it in comparison to other pathogens of the same genus or even species, on different hosts, is worth the effort and expenses.” He explained. “And everything has proceeded according to my predictions so far.” He added, his voice growing just a shade more smug, atop the usual arrogance generally coating his words. “Including comparisons to present company.”

He often believed he spent his life explaining his research to politicians and aristocrats who did not make much of an effort to understand it, and truly, he cared less than expected. There were many discoveries, many advancements to his name, and he meant to go further than anyone had ever gone. 

He had little need to leave his facility for that, and so he regarded Ardyn with the faintest of huffs as he spoke again, secretly grateful that he had not sniffed anything that could be particularly toxic. Although, all things considered, he could definitely run some tests in such a way. Yes, of course he could, and of course he would. 

“I certainly do.” He replied, nevertheless, far more focused than annoyed. “There are many tasks I would not delegate to another, although for now my research is here.”

@magitekscience​ || as discussed 

| — . ♕ . — |       After a certain point, the formalities of invitation and manner became overshadowed by the novelty of intrusion and the illusion of entitlement. Without so much as a knock, Ardyn let himself into Verstael’s laboratory, humming quietly to himself as he strode toward the other end. By that point, he was quite accustomed to the layout of the establishment. 

As he slowly approached the area where he expected the young scientist to be, his humming silenced itself. It wasn’t so much that he respected enough to worry on hindering the other’s work, but more that it enabled him to center his own focus on whatever ‘experiment’ or work might be in progress. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, eyes immediately scanning whatever Verstael might have laid out on the counters or tables.   

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SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY

feel free to elaborate as much as possible !

[magitekscience]

It was not the humming but the silence after it ceased that alerted Verstael, and by then he could recognize Ardyn's voice easily enough. And the other was, in truth, one of the very few people who could just waltz into Verstael's laboratory: the building itself was one of the most secure facilities in Niflheim (or so he believed, having designed its security systems himself) and handpicked soldiers patrolled the area.

Before him, one of his computers projected values and calculations, as well as the simulations he was running before proceeding to the actual test.

As Ardyn arrived he turned his face, his smile grew sharper, more pleased.

"Welcome, Ardyn." He spoke, far too focused, far too excited to reproach him his manners. "This is but something you should know intimately well," he added, gesturing towards the screen "for it is but a preview of the parameters of what Lucians call the Starscourge. Of course, not in a format you would be familiar with."

Ardyn's presence -or better said, his particularities- has allowed Verstael to keep advancing his models and simulations. Enough to consider further tests, once the containment area was ready once more.

"Here you can see the expected estimates for the changes in a cell after the first milliseconds, for humans and animals both, considering both the particular strain that concerns us and some other potentially synthesized strains." He began, gesturing towards the different calculations, the different models,  as he spoke, his gaze alight with pride.

@magitekscience​ || as discussed 

| — . ♕ . — |       After a certain point, the formalities of invitation and manner became overshadowed by the novelty of intrusion and the illusion of entitlement. Without so much as a knock, Ardyn let himself into Verstael’s laboratory, humming quietly to himself as he strode toward the other end. By that point, he was quite accustomed to the layout of the establishment. 

As he slowly approached the area where he expected the young scientist to be, his humming silenced itself. It wasn’t so much that he respected enough to worry on hindering the other’s work, but more that it enabled him to center his own focus on whatever ‘experiment’ or work might be in progress. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, eyes immediately scanning whatever Verstael might have laid out on the counters or tables.   

[magitekscience]

“With your strength on our side, we could finally put an end to the gruesome war with Lucis.”

[magitekscience]

Small guidelines update!

After reading other people’s guidelines I’ve added a small patch to my rules, stating my age and also a small addendum for my own comfort.

I, the mun, am 23 and have been RPing for almost a decade now. I go by Nay (she/her and they/them).

For my own comfort, I won't interact with people under 18. If you are underage, I ask you don't follow me.

[magitekscience]

Private, independent, canon and headcanon based young Verstael Besithia (and clones) from FFXV, as written by Nay. Established 15th of November.

See here for guidelines and here for about and verses. 

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Tag dump

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