goose-of-the-fatui

[goose-of-the-fatui]

”We have plenty. There is the Magnolia festival where we celebrate the blooming of Magnolias, technically Her Majesty’s birthday is lead up to with a festival, and some more that are currently slipping my mind.”

"Honk."

@kitsune-saiguu

”Hello.” Cecil says with a chuckle

[goose-of-the-fatui]

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[goose-of-the-fatui]

”It’s good to know you’ve been doing well.”

"Honk."

@kitsune-saiguu

”Hello.” Cecil says with a chuckle

[goose-of-the-fatui]

“I don’t think what you got, but it would be the mechanical equivalent of a meatball.” She replies with a chuckle as she keeps working on patching him. Her touches were gentle but firn, trying to keep from causing any type of pain even though it was unavoidable with the amount of damage he had.

She then pauses for a moment, looking at the contrasting colors of his pale skin and the clay. A laugh bubbles from her throat and she holds her own vitiligo spotted hand over his. “Look at that, Admetos, we match.” She says with a teasing lit. Cecil then picks up the rag she discarded earlier, using it to wipe away access clay. 

There was a pause as he tells her he doesn’t want her getting hurt and a small smile pulls at her lips. “That’s kind of you, wild child, but I can handle my own. I may look dainty as a ballerina, but I back a punch. In fact I once stole a harbinger’s delusion and got away scot free.” Ah poor Ajax, he has been a victim of her bullying ever since he was in diapers. 

She finishes patching him up and stands. “That should do it for now.” The goose woman hums and stretches her arms up, back popping as he asks his question. “Ah, my granddaughter Megaera and her youngest daughter Pandora. Meg made Dora a few months ago if I recall correctly, life’s just been flying by so I can’t remember.”

replying to @goose-of-the-fatui — ➴ "amnesia."

a broken puppet struggling to piece itself together. amnesia!kunikuzushi.

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"...Meatball?" The boy muttered, clearly confused by her use of descriptions, but nevertheless, he decided to move on from it. As long as he knew he could restore his memories eventually.

Admetos carefully watched as she skimmed through the blueprints. He wanted them back--papers that belonged to him--but he knew better. Admetos needed help whether he liked it or not. His expression only relaxed a little when she gave him the blueprints back to him. He supposed they could be considered medical records... for something like him.

The puppet remained sitting down even as the goose lady began to look around for materials. He wondered where she got them from... if she had any interest in mechanical life, too, or if she's encountered similar situations as him. He knew almost instinctively that he was different. And that feeling of difference implies that he has always been secluded in some way.

It was like he knew things but didn't. He understood his situation and could recognize what he was feeling after further contemplation... it just didn't help that he couldn't actually remember the past itself. Information only seemed to creep up to more he reflects, but not any sources as to where he got that knowledge from.

He seemed uncomfortable when she continued to speak, realizing that there truly is a possibility of him being in danger. He doesn't know how he got into that position in the first place, and he doesn't want to put Cecil in harms way.

"...I can leave once I'm stable enough to do so." Said Admetos, his indigo eyes looking away from her. Concern painted his porcelain face; his mind trying to come up with explanations but concluding with nothing. "So that you won't be in danger for long."

He then glanced over to the materials next to him after she placed them on top of the table. But rather than giving them a knowing look, he appeared just as uncertain as before. It was clear he didn't know anything about how to fix himself despite having his supposed 'medical records.'

// Every once in a while I'll start a new thread of reblogs so I don't bury a ton of posts.

[goose-of-the-fatui]

“Yeah, most people’s brains are made of meat, so meatball.” She says with a half shrug as she finishes cleaning him up. She drops the dirtied rang into the bowl and hummed as she dried her hands.

Silently, she gets to work on patching him up, filing down sharper edges and making a clay paste to patch larger cracks. “The patch job won’t be the best looking, finer details are more of my granddaughter’s work, especially her work making Pandora. Dora is a lovely child, so curious.” Cecil tells him to fill the silence that had built.

As he mentioned leaving, she shakes her head and flaps the wings by her ears. “I was mostly saying it just to give you a heads up in case someone jumps you out of the blue. You don’t have to leave if you don’t feel like it, Admetos.” She tells him, gold meeting indigo. “Besides if someone barges in with weapons drawn, they’ll regret it. I may not look like much but I can sure put up a fight.”

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replying to @goose-of-the-fatui — ➴ "amnesia."

a broken puppet struggling to piece itself together. amnesia!kunikuzushi.

please read my account info & rp rules.

"...Meatball?" The boy muttered, clearly confused by her use of descriptions, but nevertheless, he decided to move on from it. As long as he knew he could restore his memories eventually.

Admetos carefully watched as she skimmed through the blueprints. He wanted them back--papers that belonged to him--but he knew better. Admetos needed help whether he liked it or not. His expression only relaxed a little when she gave him the blueprints back to him. He supposed they could be considered medical records... for something like him.

The puppet remained sitting down even as the goose lady began to look around for materials. He wondered where she got them from... if she had any interest in mechanical life, too, or if she's encountered similar situations as him. He knew almost instinctively that he was different. And that feeling of difference implies that he has always been secluded in some way.

It was like he knew things but didn't. He understood his situation and could recognize what he was feeling after further contemplation... it just didn't help that he couldn't actually remember the past itself. Information only seemed to creep up to more he reflects, but not any sources as to where he got that knowledge from.

He seemed uncomfortable when she continued to speak, realizing that there truly is a possibility of him being in danger. He doesn't know how he got into that position in the first place, and he doesn't want to put Cecil in harms way.

"...I can leave once I'm stable enough to do so." Said Admetos, his indigo eyes looking away from her. Concern painted his porcelain face; his mind trying to come up with explanations but concluding with nothing. "So that you won't be in danger for long."

He then glanced over to the materials next to him after she placed them on top of the table. But rather than giving them a knowing look, he appeared just as uncertain as before. It was clear he didn't know anything about how to fix himself despite having his supposed 'medical records.'

// Every once in a while I'll start a new thread of reblogs so I don't bury a ton of posts.

[goose-of-the-fatui]

She just honks at her. It is far more fun the sneak around the shrine and steal the fruits

The goose of geese was in the shrine once again, stealing fruits off the table

@goose-of-the-fatui

Saiguu looks at Cecil stealing fruits off the table and just laughs.

"At this point Cecil you can just ask for them with a honk and i'd give them to you, but i guess it's more fun to steal them isn't it?"

"Hehehe..."

[goose-of-the-fatui]

“Yep. All the important info is stored in the meatball that is our brain with its various slimes.” She says with a hum. Cecil watches him as he ruffles through his pockets and pulled out his blueprints. 

“Huh, so you carry your medical records on ya.” She says jokingly as she she gently takes the papers. Her wings twitch as she carefully reads over the papers, muttering to herself about what she will need and what she will have to substitute. “Okay, I think I have most of what’s need to patch you up.” She tells him and gives him back the papers.

She then walks away, busing herself gathering the materials. “I wish we knew what you were doing to get yourself into this situation, Ademetos, if only to make sure there isn’t anyone coming after you. I would hate to wake up in the middle of the night with a knife in my chest. That’s not really what keeps someone alive.” She says in a cheerful tone, just trying to make conversation. Once she got what she needed, she sets them on the table next to him, mostly for convenience and to let him look through the materials in case his instincts says to distrust them. She then goes and grabs a pitcher of water, a bowl, and a rag before returning to his side. She sets the bowl down, filling it with water and wetting the rag. She then sets the pitcher to the side and gets to work gently cleaning away the blood like substance on him. Honestly, she figured out he wasn’t human when she had realized his blood didn’t smell of iron, but she wouldn’t judge him for being nonhuman. She isn’t exactly human either after all.

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replying to @goose-of-the-fatui — ➴ "amnesia."

a broken puppet struggling to piece itself together. amnesia!kunikuzushi.

please read my account info & rp rules.

He kept pushing and pushing, dragging himself through the dense cold. The blizzard engulfed the world with its swirling bite, blanketing the puppet and adding weight to his black and red kariginu. A wooden kasa hat was lying nearby, clearly discarded and half-buried beneath layers of white.

Where was he going? He didn't know. He didn't know where he was, much less which direction he should be going. He felt like he should know, that he did know, but no matter how much he tried--his mental efforts alone weren't enough.

He couldn't remember.

But then--suddenly--he heard a sound. A distant profanity and a subtle gasp before the voice grew louder; footsteps resonating in the snow. The puppet glanced to his right, propping himself on his only elbow that didn't ache.

Almost immediately, his mechanical body tensed up even more, alarmed and on guard. His indigo eyes darted to her silhouette; the rippling snow causing a haze in his vision, unable to see her clearly until she neared closer.

"What..." The boy mumbled; his voice shaky and uncertain. He scooted back, wary of her approach.

A stranger, out in the middle of nowhere? With wings sticking out of her head, no less? Not that he had any right to comment... since he, too, was a stranger and not human.

"...I don't know." How was he supposed to answer? He felt the need to shut her down--to protect his pride from this embarrassing situation--but what else was he supposed to do when the blizzard threatened his life?

There was a trail of blood behind him from where he crawled, leaking from the cracks in his synthetic flesh. And although he had twisted his limbs back into place, they were still damaged with tears and rips. He could feel everything--every ache and sharp pain that consumed him. Yet he didn't have the instinctive reaction belonging to humans. Didn't know how to stress or convey the agony he was feeling outside of subtle groans and unnoticed tears.

// I have no idea what I'm writing or if any of the last paragraph makes much sense.

I'll respond again tomorrow at the earliest. CT timezone.

[goose-of-the-fatui]

”One of them is Ajax’s child, I know she will be just a treat once she is walking.” She says with a chuckle “And sadly I haven’t caused any mischief yet, but expect me to come to the shrine as soon as I can. But enough about me, how have you been?”

"Honk."

@kitsune-saiguu

”Hello.” Cecil says with a chuckle

[goose-of-the-fatui]

“Not sure?” She asks, brow raised. Her hold was gentle but secure enough to make sure he wasn’t jostled around. “That’s not good, you may have a head injury then if you can’t remember your name. I guess we should give you something temporary to call you then.”

Once at her door, she sets down her firewood, reaching into her pocket and pulls out a key. She quickly unlocks and opens the door, pocketing the key once again before picking up her firewood and steps inside. She shuts the door behind her, kicking off her shoes.

Her home was quaint, warm and full the scent of drying herbs that hung from the rafters. Her large stove was roaring quietly, filling the house with a deep warmth. “What do you think of the name Admetos, stranger? It means wild or one that cannot be tamed. There is also Dusan, it means soul.” She says, walking over to her dining table and carefully deposits him into one of the chairs, careful as can be to not jostle him as much. She then goes near the stove, dropping the firewood beside it and shucks off her coat, hanging it on a hook placed on the white clay oven so it will dry.

Cecil returns to the puppet’s side, gently taking his arm and studying his wounds to come up with a plan. “Mm, patching you up maybe difficult cause I don’t know what exactly you are made of and I don’t know if the conventional ways of patching up people will help you or if I gotta get out my kit to repair stone porcelain.” She admits, a frown pulling at her lips.

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🌧️{I’ll take a look at them and I don’t got an idea of where to take this rn. I am just going with the flow}

replying to @goose-of-the-fatui — ➴ "amnesia."

a broken puppet struggling to piece itself together. amnesia!kunikuzushi.

please read my account info & rp rules.

He kept pushing and pushing, dragging himself through the dense cold. The blizzard engulfed the world with its swirling bite, blanketing the puppet and adding weight to his black and red kariginu. A wooden kasa hat was lying nearby, clearly discarded and half-buried beneath layers of white.

Where was he going? He didn't know. He didn't know where he was, much less which direction he should be going. He felt like he should know, that he did know, but no matter how much he tried--his mental efforts alone weren't enough.

He couldn't remember.

But then--suddenly--he heard a sound. A distant profanity and a subtle gasp before the voice grew louder; footsteps resonating in the snow. The puppet glanced to his right, propping himself on his only elbow that didn't ache.

Almost immediately, his mechanical body tensed up even more, alarmed and on guard. His indigo eyes darted to her silhouette; the rippling snow causing a haze in his vision, unable to see her clearly until she neared closer.

"What..." The boy mumbled; his voice shaky and uncertain. He scooted back, wary of her approach.

A stranger, out in the middle of nowhere? With wings sticking out of her head, no less? Not that he had any right to comment... since he, too, was a stranger and not human.

"...I don't know." How was he supposed to answer? He felt the need to shut her down--to protect his pride from this embarrassing situation--but what else was he supposed to do when the blizzard threatened his life?

There was a trail of blood behind him from where he crawled, leaking from the cracks in his synthetic flesh. And although he had twisted his limbs back into place, they were still damaged with tears and rips. He could feel everything--every ache and sharp pain that consumed him. Yet he didn't have the instinctive reaction belonging to humans. Didn't know how to stress or convey the agony he was feeling outside of subtle groans and unnoticed tears.

// I have no idea what I'm writing or if any of the last paragraph makes much sense.

I'll respond again tomorrow at the earliest. CT timezone.

[goose-of-the-fatui]

”I’ve been well, got busy cause I have two new charges to watch over in the Agapov family.”

"Honk."

@kitsune-saiguu

”Hello.” Cecil says with a chuckle

[goose-of-the-fatui]

"Honk."

@kitsune-saiguu

”Hello.” Cecil says with a chuckle

[goose-of-the-fatui]

“You are a kid to me.” She immediately replies, used to saying it when Anton would get annoyed by her coddling. Everyone of the Agapov family was a child compared to her 600 years of life. Her wings twitch and hides a grimace as he fall back from leaning to far. Underneath her coat, a pair of lager wings twitches, and she ignores them.

“You may not want help, but you do need it.” She expertly replies and hums as she looks him over, thinking hard. It will be tricky transporting him and the firewood but she cab do it. At least she isn’t stuck as a goose doing this.

She watches him think over the situation, patient as can be. Her cyro vision allows her more protection from hypothermia then most after all. The black and white haired woman then gently chuckles at his huff and second thought please. “This may hurt a bit and I apologize for it.” She honestly, gently taking a hold of his arms. She has him wrap them around his neck while she slips her right arm underneath his knees, shifting so most of his weight was leaning against her.

She then slowly stands up, keeping him secured against her. She uses some cyro to form a block beneath her bundle of firewood and pushes it up so she could easily grab it with jostling the puppet. With him and the firewood in hand, Cecil begins her treck through the snow once more and towards her humble izba. 

“You got a name, kid?” She asks him as snow crunches beneath her boots, pushing through the howling wind and shaking trees. “Can’t call you kid forever after all. As for me, my name’s Cecil.” It isn’t long before her humble home comes into sight, smoke drifting from the chimney.

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You’re welcome! Also good to know for the future and stuff. Also they are in Snezhnaya

replying to @goose-of-the-fatui — ➴ "amnesia."

a broken puppet struggling to piece itself together. amnesia!kunikuzushi.

please read my account info & rp rules.

He kept pushing and pushing, dragging himself through the dense cold. The blizzard engulfed the world with its swirling bite, blanketing the puppet and adding weight to his black and red kariginu. A wooden kasa hat was lying nearby, clearly discarded and half-buried beneath layers of white.

Where was he going? He didn't know. He didn't know where he was, much less which direction he should be going. He felt like he should know, that he did know, but no matter how much he tried--his mental efforts alone weren't enough.

He couldn't remember.

But then--suddenly--he heard a sound. A distant profanity and a subtle gasp before the voice grew louder; footsteps resonating in the snow. The puppet glanced to his right, propping himself on his only elbow that didn't ache.

Almost immediately, his mechanical body tensed up even more, alarmed and on guard. His indigo eyes darted to her silhouette; the rippling snow causing a haze in his vision, unable to see her clearly until she neared closer.

"What..." The boy mumbled; his voice shaky and uncertain. He scooted back, wary of her approach.

A stranger, out in the middle of nowhere? With wings sticking out of her head, no less? Not that he had any right to comment... since he, too, was a stranger and not human.

"...I don't know." How was he supposed to answer? He felt the need to shut her down--to protect his pride from this embarrassing situation--but what else was he supposed to do when the blizzard threatened his life?

There was a trail of blood behind him from where he crawled, leaking from the cracks in his synthetic flesh. And although he had twisted his limbs back into place, they were still damaged with tears and rips. He could feel everything--every ache and sharp pain that consumed him. Yet he didn't have the instinctive reaction belonging to humans. Didn't know how to stress or convey the agony he was feeling outside of subtle groans and unnoticed tears.

// I have no idea what I'm writing or if any of the last paragraph makes much sense.

I'll respond again tomorrow at the earliest. CT timezone.

[goose-of-the-fatui]

She carefully drops her bundle of firewood to the side before crouching down. “Shit, you look like you were mauled by a bear.” She says, golden eyes raking over his body.

Cecil then looks at his face again feels a pang in her heart. He looks so young, around the age Anastasius and Menalus would sneak out with Ulysses’s stash of firewater, having to circle back to return young Ajax when he chased after them. Around the age she lost her own Nikolai during the fall of Khaenri’ah. “Fuck, you’re just a kid.” She says quietly, ear wings trembling slightly. Her gloved fists balled up and she takes a breath.

“You’ll catch your death out here, kid. Either from blood loss or hypothermia. My home’s not too far, if you would be okay being taken in by a stranger.” She says calmly. A part of her just wants to scoop him up so she can get him help but she beats it down. Who knows what he would want, hell he may just want to be left here.

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🌧️{No worries I think I got the gist}

replying to @goose-of-the-fatui — ➴ "amnesia."

a broken puppet struggling to piece itself together. amnesia!kunikuzushi.

please read my account info & rp rules.

He kept pushing and pushing, dragging himself through the dense cold. The blizzard engulfed the world with its swirling bite, blanketing the puppet and adding weight to his black and red kariginu. A wooden kasa hat was lying nearby, clearly discarded and half-buried beneath layers of white.

Where was he going? He didn't know. He didn't know where he was, much less which direction he should be going. He felt like he should know, that he did know, but no matter how much he tried--his mental efforts alone weren't enough.

He couldn't remember.

But then--suddenly--he heard a sound. A distant profanity and a subtle gasp before the voice grew louder; footsteps resonating in the snow. The puppet glanced to his right, propping himself on his only elbow that didn't ache.

Almost immediately, his mechanical body tensed up even more, alarmed and on guard. His indigo eyes darted to her silhouette; the rippling snow causing a haze in his vision, unable to see her clearly until she neared closer.

"What..." The boy mumbled; his voice shaky and uncertain. He scooted back, wary of her approach.

A stranger, out in the middle of nowhere? With wings sticking out of her head, no less? Not that he had any right to comment... since he, too, was a stranger and not human.

"...I don't know." How was he supposed to answer? He felt the need to shut her down--to protect his pride from this embarrassing situation--but what else was he supposed to do when the blizzard threatened his life?

There was a trail of blood behind him from where he crawled, leaking from the cracks in his synthetic flesh. And although he had twisted his limbs back into place, they were still damaged with tears and rips. He could feel everything--every ache and sharp pain that consumed him. Yet he didn't have the instinctive reaction belonging to humans. Didn't know how to stress or convey the agony he was feeling outside of subtle groans and unnoticed tears.

// I have no idea what I'm writing or if any of the last paragraph makes much sense.

I'll respond again tomorrow at the earliest. CT timezone.

[goose-of-the-fatui]

🌧️{Gonna have Cecil adopt a puppet again.}

[goose-of-the-fatui]

Cecil had been pushing through the storm, a bundle of firewood wrapped in elk hide to keep dry hanging on her back. The wings by her ears were wrapped around her mouth and nose, keeping them warm as she pushed through the snow. But through the blowing and roaring winds, she could make out the shape of something moving over the snow.

“The fuck?” She mutters, golden eyes narrowing as she tries to figure out exactly what she is seeing. She walks forward to get a better view through the snow, only for a gasp to leave her lips as she sees the puppet crawling.

She shrugs the bundle on her back to her left shoulder before pushing through the snow, moving as fast as she could. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She grumbles as she makes her way over to him. “How in the Tsarista’s tits are you still alive in this weather?” She asks as she reaches him.

an open roleplay starter. — ➴ "amnesia."

a broken puppet struggling to piece itself together. amnesia!kunikuzushi.

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Location: Dragonspine or Snezhnaya. Your choice.

The wind howled with a blistering cold. Clouds covered the sky in thick greys as the air was lined with stripes of snow. The sun couldn't be seen; nor could the mangled body of this broken puppet with its hands digging to emerge from the snow.

He didn't know why he was here. Didn't know why he was covered in layers of heavy white. All he knew was that his mechanical body was screaming with signals disguised as pain. His electric nerves tingled with numbness that felt like fuzzy static each time he moved.

A groan left his lips as he reached his arm forward, feeling his synthetic muscles ache and on the verge of ripping from the awkward twist. It was like he was digging himself out of his own grave while also attempting to unravel his own disfigurement. A body and self that he can't seem to remember, searching through his blurry mind to piece together what he may or may not look like.

There was a burn that coursed through him, different from the elements that surrounded him. A sort of... emotion that he was familiar with yet could not name. The sort of emotion that erupted an urge to destroy. Yet all he could do was clench his fist and squeeze the snow for stability.

In one swift movement, the puppet ignored the pain and pushed himself up into a sitting position. Almost instinctively, he began to awkwardly pull his arms back straight despite the friction of his internal skeleton. He hissed and wheezed with each yank before focusing on his legs, correcting the proportions of his body using a manual he knows yet can't seem to recall its origins.

He doesn't know who he is or where he came from. All he can faintly recall was the rage in his chest and the need for revenge. But revenge against who? Against what? He didn't know.

Despite his mind being birthed anew--he felt stupid. Weak. Like he shouldn't have allowed himself to be in this position. All instinctive reactions, yet he couldn't pinpoint the cause. Why was he like this? Why was he out in the middle of nowhere, halfway buried beneath snow?

The blizzard continued to roar around him as he tried to collect his muddled thoughts. He fought against the dense wind and kept himself upright, feeling urgency due to the icy temperatures. His movements were slow and stiff, but he deemed it as self-punishment; an obstacle that he must overcome in order to feel right again.

He couldn't stand even if he wanted to. Just because he snapped his limbs back into place didn't mean that his injuries were suddenly healed. His artificial flesh was cracked with a red liquid akin to blood seeping out of him, staining the snowfield beneath him. Not to mention the internal damage from... being crushed? Was he crushed by something, or was it from blunt force trauma?

He couldn't even answer his own questions; his head throbbing from the loss of memory. So, instead of walking, he chose to crawl. Dragging himself through the thick heaves of snow, he felt determined to find... to find, well, something. He didn't know what he was searching for.

The only thing he could truly understand was that if he didn't find warmth soon, he was afraid he might freeze to death. Not from hypothermia, but from the cold killing his electric wires. He would need to physically defrost if he wanted to move more fluidly--because right now, his body creaked and stiffened with each shift.

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[goose-of-the-fatui]

”You’re welcome.” She says, gently pressing more kisses against his cheek

Cecil presses a kiss against Diluc’s cheek “Happy birthday, dear.”

@goose-of-the-fatui

Diluc leans into her touch, closing his eye at the contact of her lips against his skin. "Thank you, my love."

[goose-of-the-fatui]

”Says the man married to my mom.”

👕 Loki and Cecil @goose-of-the-fatui

"Well... there are worse people" Loki sighed