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Rodyle checked the time. Oh, it was getting pretty late. Kvar’s research just made for such interesting reading, it was so easy for the minutes to fly by. Well, he’d better get to the entrance. He’d been hoping to walk through the ranch, make some checks on how everything was running. Well, he could do that on the way back.

He whistled sharply, and one of his dragons came zooming down. As she was landing, he spotted the mismatched speckles along her face and neck. Hypispyle was learning well. He scritched behind her horns absentmindedly, mulling over all that he’d been reading. As he got on her back, he pulled himself back to the present. No doubt his little double agent had something quite useful to tell him. She had every time before.

He flew out to meet her, and noted she did not look happy. Whoops. Well, it wasn’t his fault she hadn’t prepared for the chilly weather. He was grateful his own uniform was more lenient.

“Good evening,” he said as he descended. Hmm, perhaps he should bring a towel or something for her next time. But then, she was just going to get soaked again on the ride back. It would feel better in the long run to just stay numb.

Sunshine and Daisies-- NOT

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Alicia leaned out her bedroom door, checking up and down the quiet corridor to ensure it was empty. She slipped out, gently closing the door behind her before hurrying silently to the elevators. Once she reached the ground level it would no longer require her to sneak so much–the crowds would cover her– but for now it would do well for her not to be questioned at the moment.

The doors opened and she was relieved none of the waiting crowd were coworkers. Slipping in the swell of tourists, she let them cover her as she made her way outside and into the park. On the beach she kept to the surf walking with the night swimmers between herself and the booths that were still open. 

She got to the base of the bridge leading off the island and waited. A shadow moved in the water and she backed up instinctively even knowing what it was. A dragon broke the surface a moment later, fixing her with a curious, almost hungry look, before turning with a grunt and letting her climb aboard. When she was seated, the dragon moved back into the water. It stayed close to the surface now it had a rider, making sure Alicia was above water enough to breathe easily.

The ocean was frigid and by the time they reached the little island close to Altamira, Alicia could hardly feel her legs. She slid off the dragon– lacking the grace she had possessed when climbing on. Shivering, she twisted her skirt, wringing some of the icy water out of the fabric. Then, looking around, she sighed to see she was here first. It wasn’t easy to sneak out so often, the least he could do was arrive first– especially when his dragons were the ones sent to fetch her. She hated standing there alone with such a large carnivore. Eyeing it suspiciously, she took a few more steps away from the creature.

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└ (I forgot you have a picture of Kvar dramatically falling on his ass after he's stabbed on your blog, I'M MAD.)

Rodyle jokes again, and Kvar gets Fuckin Pissed(TM), stabs his bitchass

Kvar tapped away on the keyboard. The whole of the plan was coming together, and still he tapped, tapped, typed in equations and compiling details. Rodyle waited in a chair for him to finish. He was feeling pretty jubilant himself, but he knew Kvar wouldn’t feel like any kind of celebration until he had run through all his calculations again. Every so often he would pause, reading the output.

But soon! He would see. He would see that everything’s already fallen into place, and now all they had to do was wait for it to come to fruition!

Rodyle leaned his head back, letting the sound of Kvar’s typing drift over him. He didn’t know how much more he still had to go before he was satisfied, he had never paid much mind to some of Kvar’s more tedious habits. He had just learned to live with them. 

Just think of the results! They’d be in, and then the two of them would have control over Cruxis. And once that settled out, and the Desians conceded to the new rule of the two of them, then he could--

“Grrhk!” Holy hell, what?! Blood poured out of his mouth, out of his neck. Kvar was standing above him, face blank. Kvar was holding the knife in his neck, staring down at him. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t even try to ask why.

The question must have showed on his face. “Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Kvar asked, maintaining his hold on the knife, seemingly heedless of the mess for once. “Your little thieving games are at an end. The program you used was far too obvious.”

Damn it, could this guy ever not talk like a college professor talking to a dropout? The man had a knife in his neck, and he was waxing poetic for heaven’s sake.

“What, no witty retort?” Kvar asked. Oh, he was toying with him now? It hurt to breathe, and Kvar was making fun of him for not having a comeback. Then, horror of horrors, Kvar smiled. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” He yanked out the knife, and Rodyle blacked out. Had he known what happened next, he would have been grateful he wasn’t awake to experience it.

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So there I was, minding my own business, when he comes outta nowhere and stabs me in the neck! What am I supposed to do now?

Rodyle paced. So, something had gone not quite right. Rodyle had put up a front of doing some research on cures other than the Unicorn Horn for being an exebula, but it was just that: a front. It was full of junk science that looked complex and technical, enough to pass for legitimate to the untrained eye.

And Regal, untrained eye that he was, had been suitably impressed with the false theories. Unfortunately, he had very trained hands, into which he had taken the matter with some speed. Rodyle had tried to detain him, insisting that the work was not complete, but Regal was persistent.

Rodyle hoped now that Regal would run into a metaphorical wall with the garbage solutions, and simply give up, figuring perhaps he did not have the scientific know-how to make it work.

Gah, he had too much to think about to get stuck on this loop. He decided to inspect the ranch. It was a good building, sturdy and secure, but it never hurt to check all the moving parts. Kvar probably would have a routine inspection, but routines... They got humdrum, and when you forced yourself to do boring stuff, you weren’t as careful. That’s why spontaneity was better.

He was just coming back up to the walkway when Regal appeared. He did not look happy. In fact, he was fair storming over to where Rodyle was standing before Rodyle even had a chance to speak. He was holding something red.

“Do you see this?” Regal asked, shoving his hand at Rodyle. Ah, it was an Exsphere. Clearly worked on, but unusable in its current state. “Tell me what’s wrong with this picture.”

Rodyle had just been about to ask to look more closely at it, so he could get more information, when he felt pain. It was sharp, it was cold, it was unforgiving in his side. His words mangled, and came out as a startled choke.

“This is Alicia’s,” Regal growled, boxing Rodyle in between the arm with the Exsphere and the knife he held in his other hand. Was the Exsphere bloody, or was Rodyle’s vision blurred? “Your cure didn’t work.” He punctuated by retracting the knife, causing another sear of pain. Rodyle was fairly sure he made another noise, but he could hardly tell. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t explain, couldn’t make another excuse.

Regal said something else, and stabbed again. Rodyle couldn’t make out the words, but knew he had gotten louder. Damn it! This was not how he wanted to go. Foiled by some go-getter with both too much and not enough intelligence to parse through his bogus plan.

His whole side, then his back, was pain. His hearing and vision were both on the blink. Then they were gone. He was gone.

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!!!

I realize that, after 3 years of hiatus, most of you probably thought this blog was completely abandoned. So did I, for a while there. But things have gotten more manageable for me, which means I can get back into RPing, which I have wanted to do for a while. 

I can’t and won’t promise any kind of consistent schedule. I will sometimes go for days without even looking at my computer, which I like. I’ve been mostly on my personal blog, since that’s the one I’ve been using on mobile, but I won’t try to update this one from my phone. Texting is not very comfortable, and I don’t want to try to do paragraph responses using that method.

I will likely not continue many if any of the threads I have in my drafts from before unless someone really wants to do one that they know I have. But I am open to more! Just understand I am likely to be very slow about responding.

If you want more details about my life since I left, feel free to ask, and we can probably find another form of contact that’s a little more stable.

Let’s have fun, okay?

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The human baby girl lets out a soft cooing sound as she is handled by her new caretaker/parent.

Rodyle hummed lightly, rocking her slowly back and forth. She was healthy, and for that he was incredibly grateful.

Her stance as a human complicated things a little. It simply solidified that he would not be able to ask anyone for help in raising her, though he had established that he didn’t really want any of his coworkers involved in the raising of a child anyway, at least not one for whom he was responsible.

Kvar, although Rodyle’s favorite for company, would not make a suitable parent. He was a grey rulebook of discipline when it came to being responsible for others. Pronyma was too devious to be left alone around the child, lest she plant seeds of doubt and mischief that would only cause trouble and hurt. Forcystus, while caring enough, was either excellent at something or quite inept, and that was a 50/50 he wasn’t willing to take in this case. Magnius… no, allowing Magnius around a baby was unthinkable. He could singlehandedly fling Rodyle across the room when agitated, and that much of a loose canon would be nowhere near suitable for child care.

As things stood, he would be raising her alone. Being a single parent was not a situation Rodyle ever really wanted to be in, nor did he expect to, but he was still willing to try. He would have more resources than his mother had. He had a stable, well-paying job. He had a safer living space, though that would likely not be of much impact for just her. She was a human, so while it would be safer for her unattended once she was old enough, he could not leave her in the daycare that any of the Desian facilities offered. It would be difficult, though not impossible, to keep her with him while he was at work. He would just need a fairly spacious, sound-proof area to keep her when anyone was around.

He thought about his office. He thought about the layout; the adjoining rooms; the noise levels that she, any people from work, and the dragons would or could make; what it might cost and how long it might take to install a space for her without drawing attention. There were a lot of things to consider. He focused back on her. They were worth it.

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In truth, Rodyle had ended things out of fear. He could tell that things were getting out of hand, or rather that he was in Yggdrasill's palm. If he clutched too tight, Rodyle wouldn't be able to breathe, let alone move. Of course, he had not provided that reason, or Yggdrasill would have gripped even tighter.

However, his decision had given him anything but peace. He had been seeing less of Yggdrasill around, but when they did encounter, it was not a pleasant experience. Every look was full of resentment and hurt, anger and confusion. His tones had been curt, with some commands passive-aggressively menial. And at the end of every time they'd had together since, there had been a period of silence, and either staring or a deliberate lack thereof, that had not been there beforehand. Every encounter was full of the kind of cold that you feel when something warm is taken away.

It was not safe, Rodyle decided. Not only for the discomfort of their interactions, he feared what Yggdrasill might do if left in this unstable emotional state without an outlet. In addition, he could not deny to himself that there were feelings he could not quell. It hurt more than his sensibilities when the angel who had been his looked sidelong at him, eyes telling a story of betrayal taken very personally.

So when he felt Yggdrasill's arms around him once again, it was a strange mix of resignation and relief he felt. He knew he was trapped, but he was mostly okay with that, and he was closer to safe now. 

So when Yggdrasill spoke again, vaguely promising a greater risk if he tried to leave again, Rodyle's heart sped up. He snuggled closer to disguise the fact, in case Yggdrasill noticed.

"You don't have to worry about that," he said, and hoped the same applied for him.

"I'll never leave you again."

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Mori no Yami:

indie multi-muse roleplaying/ask blog (each muse is housed on its own sideblog off the main which functions as a directory)

muses: Cruxis era!Mithos Yggdrasill, heavy AU!Yuan Ka Fai, and Julius Kresnik

aside from Cruxis!Yggdrasill, very flexible in roleplaying any timepoint

multi-fandom, oc friendly

defaults to multi-para style but also does one-liners and para

SFW blog (though Cruxis!Yggy might push at that with violence)

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((Going away for the week.))

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Rodlye took a step back, surprised. Upon hearing her words, he paused, then laughed to himself. So this was the famed Martel. After all these years working indirectly for her, he couldn't help but feel... disappointed. She was so like so many he had met. Perhaps it had been in error that he assumed a woman worth putting the world on hold, and in danger for, would be markedly different. Well, she still had a chance to show something else. "But dear girl, don’t you see? This is to prevent bloodshed,” He said, still smiling. “Or do you think your personal blood is worth saving the spill, even if it means countless others, and this world itself, starving out from mana deprivation?” He watched her face carefully. If she was even half the honest, pure-loving person Yggdrasill described her to be, she wouldn't be able to hide what she was thinking or feeling very well. 

"Killing you is the only option."

Martel always tried not to take a fighting stance against someone she didn’t wish to hurt, but Colette’s memories of this man set her on edge. He was not one to be reasoned with… Especially not with her back into a corner like this.

"There is always a way to prevent bloodshed, but if you will not back down, know that I don’t plan on losing my life again any time soon." with that, she raised the chakaram she’d been training with. Muscle memory was on her side, as well. Thankfully.

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mori-no-kangae replied to your post:mori-no-kangae replied to your post:mori-no-kangae...

:3 they probably are. well i love spamming your inbox. <3

Nice. Thanks, man.

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mori-no-kangae replied to your post:mori-no-kangae replied to your post:↓ i pretend...

dyli you’re fine. do things at your own pace. you know that i am more than happy to wait however long you need.

I'm glad of that, as always. About half my drafts are to you. At least, I assume they are. No one fills my askbox like Sam.

wittyresponsecoming replied to your post:mori-no-kangae replied to your post:↓ i pretend...

yes, it’s fine dyli.

Thank you too, Blu. Or do you prefer Yoms? I can never keep track. D'you remember when most of our interactions were crack, and didn't end in threats or violence? Honestly either's fine, but it's a little harder to do the serious stuff. ^^;

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mori-no-kangae replied to your post:↓

i pretend that my 30 something drafts don;t even exist. what drafts?

I feel kinda bad about that, because as far as thread involvement, this is the busiest I've been. But it's just a hobby, so it ought to be fine. Right? Right. Yes. 

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