#irrfahrer

[irrfahrer]

What is Your Curse?  Something walks behind you. Something twists through your spine. Something that marks you, mars you-- something you can never be without. You bear a curse. Your Result: The Lantern You hold it up so high that your arms ache. You strain to hear above the winds for the calling of your name, but all it carries is a low and painful moan. This is your light. One day people will come to it, like you have seen so often, those swinging lamp smiles and rolling laughs. You know that a spirit with lanterns in its eyes cannot help but be adored. It hurts to hold it for so long-- the long wick nips at your palms-- but you know that this is in you. You are good. You have the heart of a king. You have to be something But it must look easy, or they will not come-- those who are seen always look so easy. Your arms tremble. You raise the lantern higher.

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[kylo-wrecked]

Anonymously tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them: "Whats wrong with you? A lot, a kriffing lot! But for the sake of beeing short because of course noone listens to the kriffing doctor when they say important kriffery and instead they drown in the ocean of very kriffing important words and only hear what they want to hear- you are not living in an enviorment that allowes you to produce the right amount of Serotonine, so you end up beeing the kriffing grumphy, all black wearing Kriffer that looks like he has not seen a kriffing sun in lightyears. Which, yes, mood, as an albino I can unerstand that, but you have kriffing melatonine, so there are no kriffing excuses: Go and stand in the sun for around two hours a day, get a kriffing plant to grow to sooth your stoneage-instincts to have nature around you instead of kriffing cold wide empty space so that brain would not be in a permanent state of kriffing screaming anxiety, eat something else than random cantina-kriffery,drink something else than caf at best even two litres of kriffing water a day, and occaisonally, you know, if you happen to not be kriffing shot at, take a kriffing nap. Around eight hours a day. Will do kriffing wonders for you, but not that you ask kriffing me, nohohohho, who would ask me." There was a pause: "Also I swear, if you now make a kriffing "short people" joke just because I said I will be short with my words, I will bite off your toes one by one and kriffing eat them infront of you."

@irrfahrer ://

There was a pause. One pause in Ziv's maniacal diagnoses, and in that pause, Ben grinned somewhat and plopped his chin in his hand. (*The pink, puckered hand he'd almost lost to one of the Ren. Who was going to do what with it? Deliver it to Snoke? If one hand was all it took to impress, they must've been in dire straits. Seven knights, one hand—what were the odds? Kriffing incredible.*)

"You know what's wrong with me?" he said sweetly. "You. You're a monster."

But since Ziv offered her velvet ear and paw to his aid, Ben decided he'd ask where he could stand, in broad daylight, for two hours, without getting shot?

[gwiazdowe]

@irrfahrer ziv hisses, not especially loud but more out of protest because protest needs to be Protesten, at the assumption that one could like leaving the temple Archiven to Touch Grass.

We could also touch snow !!! Hopeful big sparkly eyes he is still holding the flimsi

[sithisms]

"Oh, what is that-" The tynnan leaned her elbows on the table next to Exar Kun, but even if the inquistotorseemed relaxed- almost playfully flirty-, her red eyes never left the other, her colourless whiskers where bristled like from electricity and her white ears were perked up as if she was an animal ready to jump and attack at the slightest movement of the other: "I could almost think I know that smell. Kriffing almost at least, considering last time I smelled that scent was when I had to scratch the kriffing bloody remains of some stormtroopers off a kriffing wall, which really is not something I am payed for-not that I am payed at kriffing all, who needs to be payed when the krififng empire is breathing down your neck, nooo, no pay for sweet little me,nooooohohohoo I am glady doing the dirty work, kriffing suuuuuuure- but it still was not exactly a good thing to do, because I really have a lot of kriffing better things to do than ruining my claws by scratching kriffing blood off walls and memorisizing the kriffing stench of the very kriffing stinking Kriffer who crushed that stormtroopers into walls sticking to it." The young woman demonstratively inspected her razorsharp claws that were not at all broken by her work but still belonged to small paws that had become hairless, chemically burned and scarred after years as a inquistotor and using the poisons and chemicals she usually fought with: "Be a sweet little pup and tell me-You happen to know why I had to scratch some kriffing stormtroopers of a wall? Beside work-theraphy to keep me busy,of course. Maybe you could even talk even dirtier to me and tell me why your scent was plastered all over that kriffing murder-scene, mhmm?" She tapped a sharp claw against her pink,almost white nose,showing that the Tynnan indeed could follow scent-tracks like a sleuth. @irrfahrer + feat inquistotor!Ziv

As Ziv spoke the ancient sith narrowed his eyes. Inquisitors. Disrespectful and disgusting to thoes who wielded the forge on the behalf of the dark side. His cold gray hues narrowed deeply as she spoke. A friend he considered her. But the way she spoke of how she was inevitably treated by one so called Sidius made his blood boil with rage. The sith were once a great threat. Schools devoted to teaching the young in the art of darkness. There were higher up siths yes. But the rule of two was a rule that made him sick. Bane knew nothing of strength in numbers. Not like Kun did.

Even if the sith were to betray each other in the end. It was a use that made them a force to be reckoned with back four thousand years ago. As she dravled on about storm troopers. Kun turned to her. Stopping mid stride as he looked down at her with a huff. His chiseled chin curled into a scowl of disgust. Not towards her. But towards the subject. He wasn't as talkative as she was. He'd speak unless needed and this was a moment he spoke about.

"You follow a weak man. A kriffing mistake who had declared himself a god when he's no more than a weak disease and a disgrace to the sith. This so called 'rule of two' disgusts me. In my time there were no 'inquisitors'. There were Sith. No different to the Jedi. With my own students I had amassed two armies and took control of the galaxy with more than one sith by my side." His fist clenched tightly to the point a droid next to him was crushed in like a tin can." Its infuriating..you are more than cannon fodder. Your a sith. Not a damn slave." He looked to her. The honesty in his tone. He saw her like his old apprentice. As much as he missed him it was like him and Ziv were meant to be there. As short as she was he looked her in the eye." Your not just a sith. Your a person who kept me from losing my damn mind. Don't take at as me being mushy. I'm just being honest."

@irrfahrer

[strongfuck]

@irrfahrer​:

“If I were you, I wouldn´t go any kriffing inch closer to the ranks, because they are really moody and-”, The Tynnans pale ears had turned back, keeping track on the visitor while she watered the pods with lichen she had set up. By the following snarl from the ranks growing along the small greenhouses walls one of her ears flicked: “-ah yes, they bite as you just kriffing noticed. They like to bite, like yes, they really kriffing like to bite.” With a long, irritated sigh as if she was talking to a child the short woman leaned her back against the low table. She talked with a bored tune in her voice as if she had told the same a hundred times before: She did actually, everyone touched the always moving ranks, it was the first thing she did too when she had still been a agricultural student and had seen the plant in a laboratory: “Please do not hurt the plant, I needed months to raise it and no flora is better to filter out the air and give nutrients back into the soil.”

It isn't the first time Rhys has been inside an Atlas biodome. Even before its reemergence into prominence, he's visited enough artificially modified spaces to know the general rule of thumb: you don't touch shit unless you understand what's going on.

Still, he has to admire the Tynnan's dedication to the craft. Much as the back of his mind twinges with a mild annoyance, Rhys knows what it's like to have strangers in your workspace. (It's kind of ironic that he's the intruder now, though.)

"Sorry, Miss, uh... Ms. Odiz'Zee, right?" he starts, hands raised so she sees he isn't touching anything.

"I didn't come here to take any of your work out of the environment. I'm Rhys Strongfork" -- he wonders if she recognises his name -- "and I just wanted to see how things've been progressing here for myself.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?"

[inkedstone]

Answering Your ‘Au where your character finds an injured trueform iros and has to deal with this weird dog’? Because thats JUST Zivs luck. xD

Ziv had followed the scent like a sleuth- she was still a Healer despite her current position as a botanist and if she smelled something that resembled Adrenaline caused by pain, jumping into action was like an instinct. Accordingly she also promptly went into the role of a healer when reaching Iros, talking calmly to get his attention and slowly inching closer. “...So yeh, not gonna lie, I am pretty kriffing sure that you do not belong to the native fauna or flora of this planet. Not at kriffing all. Like,-” the Tynnan leaned her head back and sniffed in the air again, pulling in the scent that smelled more like burned stone and molten minerals than the smell of blood that she as someone specialised on healingherbs was used to since the first day of her training, years ago. The scent stitched into her nostrils like needles, something that made her whiskers and pelt bristle and automatically she started to rub a small paw over her colourless snout and flews, trying to get rid of the scent that even seemed to now burn on her tounge and down her throat. Something in the back of her mind, the small little animal that had yet not become a apex predetor or even sentient, the small little animal from which Tynnan had developed millenias ago, screamed at her to get away, to run, to bring as much distance between her and the (monster, the small animal in the back of her mind screamed) (danger, the small animal in the back of her mind cried) (death, the small animal in the back of her mind begged) ‘ other’ as fast as possible. Ziv, although knowing better, ignored it for now and carefully  walked even closer, sniffing again despite her disgust for the scent in the air for any kind of pheromones that could tell her about the others state or injuries: “- no kriffing offence there, but you definitive do not look like what I had been studying and documenting the last six kriffing months of my kriffing sorry life, full stop. On a completly different sidenote, though-” The Tynnans fluffy ears flicked up alerted,  listening attentive as she continued to talk and with that still walked closer carefully: “-do you even kriffing understand me or is just the isolation getting to me and I am talking to not sentient lifeforms again? I mean, its kriffing possible, not gonna kriffing lie, happned before and will happen kriffing again, lifes kriffing hard and all.” @irrfahrer

"What the fuck are you talking about." The creature speaks despite not having a clear mouth, though given the amount of black ichor covering the ground, it seems likely there's one in there somewhere. It's quite big too, probably seven feet from front to end. Six tendrils are waving wildly, hooked ends latching into anything they can.

Iros, meanwhile, is feeling like complete shit. Something is wrong, and he's not sure what precisely that could be. The amount of ichore he's vomited makes him wonder if it's something he ate, and if maybe there's something else wrong with him.

The moan he lets out is oddly...human. In fact, his voice sounds like a Regular Guy and not a creature that's currently pathetically trying to get on his feet.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?"

[lightfaithed]

"i wanna take your clothes off… ", Ziv purred sweetly, winking at ObiWan: "- and then replace them with something else because that outfit is going to be kriffing dirty after we are done with the hydroponic gardens." @irrfahrer lol

He almost dropped the pot with the tentacle-wielding northern hibiscus-cactus when he heard Ziv's purr. It was a good thing that he didn't drop it after all, because both Ziv and Obi-Wan had seen what this hibiscus can do when threatened. "But there's a shower in there somewhere too, right? After the gardens and before the replacing." Obi-Wan teased with a chuckle.

[toodamnloyal]

“You’d best start believing in kriffing ghost stories, Puppy. You’re in one!” (Blackwing Outbreak? Or Inquisitor Ziv just beeing an ass with her hallucinogen poisons? Your choice!) @irrfahrer

The young pilot's eyes darted about the space beyond the Inquisitor. "G-ghost...stories?" He managed to squeak out. He wasn't bound, and he didn't need to be. Force User he may be, but Theo was untrained, had been on the run from the Empire since he was a mere handful of years old and Storm Troopers had invaded Corellia at the very beginning of the Purge.

His luck, it seemed, had run out. He was out-matched in skill and strength. Theo's abilities were mere whimsy and games, little tricks he used to enhance his flying and avoiding capture... and he'd failed in that. Fear was what kept the pilot pinned in place now. He had backed as far from the Inquisitor as he could until hitting a wall and now he looked beyond her where, indeed, ghosts lurked.

Shambling forms moved about the room that seemed to have grown and darkened until he couldn't see the edges anymore. His eyes were blown wide and looked to the woman. Even she had changed, flickering in and out of both his eyesight and his meager Force sense, her appearance fair one moment, rotted the next.

Theo whimpered as his senses were bombarded and overwhelmed. Not just his eyes, not just what he felt or saw through the Force either, but even smell. The room began to fill with fumes like long-rotted flesh, infection, putrefaction. He covered his face and slid down the wall to sit on the floor as his eyes watered and his nose began to run. He could taste the decay.

"How does...one...how do I get out of this story?" He asked.

@irrfahrer

[sxbaist]

|| @irrfahrer / @shuuhuu from here.

     "Kriff me," somehow, Vega managed to laugh despite the verbal beatdown, recovering from Ziv's physical assault. A rough sound that erupted from the center of her, unique in that it held an amount of mirth. Safe to say the painkillers were working-- quite wonderfully-- though she'd be just as difficult sober.

Well, she was a bit more pleasant, watching each bullet clatter in the dish, still marked with her blood with something almost like a smile twitching at her lips. A constant life of violence and action, just as she'd sought out, left little room for regret. Vega deigned to keep it to herself, just how much of a rush slugthrowers gave her in the age of blasters. She suspected the Tynnan would disapprove.

     "Are you sure it's not working?" Inquired languidly, hardly wincing as the healer dug another piece of shrapnel out of her. "You seem awfully receptive."

Was that the word? Basic failed her at times-- when she was out of her mind-- and she wasn't entirely certain that anyone else in the galaxy still spoke her language.

     "But for your knowledge, I was supposed to buy them," the slugthrowers, she meant, "Until the seller stabbed me in the kriffing back. Uh, shot me, in the kriffing back."

[rcvanchist]

cont.

Another deluge of words had the pain in his head spiking, the sexual innuendo flying over his current comprehension capabilities. “Listen uh,” kriff what was her name again, he swore she mentioned it somewhere in the noise but he couldn’t recall, “healer, I just want my head to stop pounding like there’s a herd of panicking bantha in it.” Revan reaches up to rub his temple in emphasis.

Truthfully, he wasn’t sure she could do anything, it was likely the migraine was the result of his torture by the Emperor tearing into his mind and basically using him like a Force battery. He really should have just gone to the Jedi Temple, but he hadn’t wanted to deal with Satele Shan for the sake of his remaining sanity. At the very least the healer could probably just knock him unconscious with something. “I don’t care what you have to do, just please do something.” Revan pleaded, he was at the end of his rope at this point.

@irrfahrer

[irrfahrer]

If You Were A Deity, What Would You Be The God Of? Your Result: flora and fauna you’re friendly and a benevolent force to those who respect you and your domain, but a true force to be reckoned with to those who disrespect or threaten the balance of the natural world. the forest is nothing to fear for those who take care of it, but it isn’t uncommon for people to go missing with only their faces outlined in the bark on a tree.

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[kylo-wrecked]

@irrfahrer sent:// "I sort've hoped you needed me, is that selfish?

{ from this meme }

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Ben scowled at Ziv as if she had two heads and suddenly sprung a third.

"Selfish?" he exclaimed. "Selfish!" he scoffed.

"Are you—" he stopped, held up one finger as if he were reading the wind, held still, and with a satisfied nod: "No, you're serious. Thought you were being a sarcastic little furball."

He continued packing. Or rather, shoving his few personal effects into a canvas bag and an optical case—flimsi, mostly stolen parts, lenses that'd sell for a few week's creds, and more flimsi. Little clothes, one would note.

"Ziv," Ben huffed, pushing the case with his elbow. "I do need you. You know how dead I'd be if it weren't for you? Cats have nine lives, and they're jealous of me. Nobody has ever been so stupidly alive for so long."

Once he was finished, he knelt by Ziv and looked at her. His half-smile wasn't mint, but it was genuine.

"Don't go telling the world, but I'm grateful. I don't want any trouble coming your way, that's all. Is that selfish?"

He thumbed one of her ears.

"I'll come back," he said. "Right after they kick my ass in. I always come back after that."

[gwiazdowe]

|| @irrfahrer | continued​​

The Tynnan laughed amused over the younger boys pout, took one of the long straws of weed and reached out to tickle his small blue nose gently with it.  “Everything is fine, pup.”, she said (lied) (lied with a smile) (lied with a smile and a little friendly chuckle) (lied with a smile and a little friendly chuckle while the Murakami Orchid hanging around her neck in a pendant under her tunic, felt as heavy as a chain.)

“But “, with  huff the young woman stood up, stretched her long back that was aching after th hours she had spend weeding, and while putting the weedstraw behind her ear, sat down before Criz :“-you know, you can turn that kriffing question around.Why are you so kriffing worried that you have to focus on your friends state of mind who is just peacefully weeding a plantbed, to make sure you can focus on them instead of kriffing yourself, pup? Have you been meditating properly? Sleeping well? Eating properly? You know, i would only need to take a sniff from you and our pheromones to know all this about you, but I am asking. ”

As he gets tickled, his nose wrinkles in a silly expression, and he chuckles looking up to Ziv. There is a pause, brief, he measures his friend one last time. The Force smooths like a cloth of silk on his shoulders.  He smiles back. “Then I’m glad you’re fine.”

He shifts, folds his legs on which he was sitting into a cross-legged position, leans back on his hands. He supposes it is only fair that he is asked the same question. ”I’m eating.” He announces. “And sleeping. And I meditate.”

“Properly…” 

He licks his lip.

“... At least I think so? It’s not the same without… well… my master or the temple.”

And then he adds, very seriously. “I would advise against sniffing me, I need a shower.”

[sithisms]

"Silver tounged and alluring?"ziv looked up to exar with to thin slits narrowed eyes, her ears pinned flat against her head and her fluffy pelt put smoothly against her as if damp:

"Kriff, those kriffers had never heard you screech an undead screech or went into the kriffing kitchen at 3 am when you are going at a pack of transfusion- blood. Thats anything but silvertounged and its definitive not kriffing alluring. In fact its "i never kriffing ever want to Touch another person ever in all of kriffing time because my libido had been kicked dead, revived and than kriffing brutally beaten into a dusty dark grave for good measures to make sure it never twitches ever again"-kind of not alluring." @irrfahrer

"I assure you back in my time I was far better with my words than I am now. Being trapped on that planet for as long as I have. Alone. It tends to make one...mentally unstable." He sneered slightly towards her comments. His pale skin showed his sickness but he was dismissive of it either way. He was rather silent when it came to his past as a jedi. He was happy to brag and explain the ways of the ancient sith way that's been long since been abandoned.

Bit his master and his friends back in the jedi academy was another story. His grey eyes narrowed. Sharing his silent tongue. Till he looked back down at her." Tell me of your master Ziv. Your relationship with them?" He asked as he frowned. He was silent and cold. Willing to listen to her as he crossed his arm over his chest." I'm sure it was....swell." he bit his lip to the point it bled. He was bitter. And visibly envious.

[apexulansis]

“Helloooooooo there, very kriffing big and very kriffing threateningly looking alien-” Ziv leaned her elbows on the table beside the Kariian and fluttered her frostwhite lashes up to them without an ounce of shame:  “Medbay is about to run out of antibiotica so a very kriffing friendly,  very kriffing amazing and so very talented botanist - me, I mean kriffing me- said she would leave the base and get some healingherbs to stock up the medbay. However people seem to think I am not able to watch out for myself, which a kriffing lie, I could maul everyone here in ten kriffing seconds, but what-kriffing ever, thats not the topic or important right now.” The Tynnan pinned her fluffy ears back like a Humanoid would frown, before she continued with a big smiled that showed all her small, sharp teeth: “Sooooou, what-kriffing-ever,  what do you think about spending the morning walking after my amazingly sweet tail, looking threateningly, and picking some flowers?” @irrfahrer [ Hello! :D ]

“Hello.” Talon greeted placidly, at first not even looking at who was speaking to him.

After a moment, his eyes shifted to the side and... down, very down. He blinked at the alien that had approached, feeling somewhat surprised; species that weren't even half his size tended to not go near him. If they did, it was related to protection or a job they couldn't do. He puts two and two together long before she comes to the point, and spends the time idly wondering what kriffing meant; a sentence-enhancer clearly, but what was the etymology of it...?

What he did expect was that this job would have something to do with killing people or protecting them from people who wanted to kill them, not picking flowers. He supposed that could have to do with the latter, but if it was far enough into the wilderness he would be dealing with hostile fauna and flora, not people. He blinked again and looked up at the sky; gloomy but not cloudy enough to rain, late afternoon, the remnants of an earlier downpour coloring the world grey. Perfect weather for perusing the plant-life, which would be more lush than ever. While usually the Hunter would consider that this could well be a trap or a trick, the offer was tempting enough for him to take it without any consideration of payment. It sounded nice.

“Actually, that sounds lovely. May I keep a few of the herbs?”

[strongfuck]

"Awww, don´t listen to what the Kriffers says, they do not have a kriffing wisp of good taste. I like your mustache too. It looks like a Tynnans Whiskers!", Ziv, flashing a grin full of razorsharp teeth, pointed to the vibrissae along her snout. @irrfahrer

"That's... actually a really cute way of putting it, Ziv." Rhys chuckles, rubbing lightly at the side of his neck. "Thanks.

"I think your whiskers are pretty damn sweet, too."