#patchwork rp

[glowingmin]

haven't done a doodle dump in a while. its mostly shitposts but yeah. enjoy. the rest are under the cut! (i don't want to make a massive wall of images on people's feeds. there is vidow below <3)

[glowingmin]

ITS HIM ITS MY SILLY 🥺🥺🥺🥺 explodes and cries from adorableness

I drew @glowingmin's Green :) he was very fun to sketch out today

[almost-professor-rye]

Found Patch using Holga, my roommate's wooloo, as a pillow today.

[the-last-patch]

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[Now Playing - “Opossum”]

<As the playback begins, the sounds of medical instruments whirring and beeping crowds the atmosphere. Under the cacophony of sounds, there is labored breathing and the sound of a small metal object being fiddled with. “Opossum” begins to speak, but is interrupted by his own coughing. He waits another moment, then speaks.>

Hello Omninet, it’s me. It seems that my omnihook recorded some of the pivotal moments of the battle —and most of the aftermath— but I wanted to make clear what happened to you all…

<He trails off, almost like he didn’t know quite what he was going to say.>

To put it simply, for the time being The Patchwork Mercenary Company has been disbanded. Many of us are currently missing in the aftermath of the UN//Known Name\\S assault, and it is likely many of those missing are-

<Hesitation, followed by a deliberate intensity.>

Dead. They’re probably all dead. But I refuse to believe that until I see their bodies. I need to believe that I wasn’t the only survivor. I can’t afford to mourn with the mission that has been placed in front of me.

<His voice rises, any sense of fragility or weakness he emitted earlier is purged from his tone.>

I want revenge. I will not let those fiends get away with what they did. I however, am but one man. I don’t have the resources, equipment, or skill to take on a team of heavily specialized lancers on my own in any situation. In order for justice to be brought down onto these mongrels I need aid, people who are willing to fight with me. I understand this may not be the most compelling offer, but I can ensure a great deal of Manna or other goods to any who join me in this mission.

<“Opossum” exhales, and his facade of strength is washed away. The noise of the medical machines and tools in the background which had seemingly disappeared while he made his declaration creep into the background once again.>

Before any of that though, I must discover how much of PMC remains. As soon as I can stand, I will make a trip to “The Banner” in an attempt to find the Captain and any other survivors. I am unsure of the state it’s in at the moment, since I can’t hail them in any way. I will update you all as I make my way through the banner, most likely through another recording unless there’s any complications.

<The light clinks of metal become more pronounced>

To those of you, out in the black. Have you ever played with a metal puzzle? It’s two pieces of metal —usually scrap in my case— interlocked in such a way that only a specific set of motions can separate the two. I hadn’t until recently. You see, my birthday was two days before the attack. La- “PuppyDog” gave me one that day, he said it was like us. Inseparable, unless acted on by an outside force.

I’m sure that most of you will hear my plea, but be unable or unwilling to help, and I can accept that. Just know that either way, I will avenge my family no matter the cost.

Sokaris “Opossum” Kelsius, still standing.

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[luna-wing-cns274]

ooc: massive shout out to @the-last-patch for Opossum’s dialogue, actions, and descriptions in this one! Hope y’all enjoy.

After he’s recovered some from his injuries, Opossum meets with Luna 1, 2, and 4 to discuss the past and things to come.

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[ COMP/CON SYSTEM MESSAGE: Narrative transcription of aggregate data complete. Data source: somatosensory-limited anthropocentric Legion environment – SAFE for human subjectivity exposure. Displaying… ]

In Legionspace, the sun was shining.

The breeze carried the scent of pine sap and crisp earth up the side of a hill. A clear stream wound its way around the base of the hill, filled with glittering trout. Dragonflies perched on long stalks of grass above the water; the iridescent patterns on their wings formed tiny Smith-Shimano emblems.

Hachiko led the way, with “Opossum” following. She wore a simple shirt and shorts over her anthropomorphic dog avatar, leaping weightlessly up the hillside.

< L3 Hachiko: They’re just up here! >

At the top of the hill, three quadrupedal figures sat in a semicircle.

One, a coyote, was transfixed on something in the middle distance. As Hachiko and “Opossum” came closer, their eyes cleared and snapped to the new arrivals, scanning them with interest.

Another, a black hound, lounged asleep with his head resting on one forepaw. A set of ram horns curled back from his forehead, each ending in an ornate brass cap near his chin. His eyes opened slowly, and he exhaled a gout of superheated air and embers as he raised his head.

Between them, an enormous grey wolf sat, tall enough at the shoulder to look down on an adult human. Their back was straight, and their expression stern.

Hachiko halted to stand across from the three, her triangular ears swiveling towards “Opossum” as he came up alongside her. Side-by-side, she and the human stood around the same height; the points of her canine ears rose only an inch or so above “Opossum’s” snow white hair, and both had to crane their necks to look Grey in the eye.

P.XV “Opossum,” Sokaris Kelsius, raised his eyebrows a little as he looked up at the towering wolf before him. Squinting in the sunlight, his dark brown eyes appeared almost black, and a scattering of freckles stood out against his pale skin. He wore a distinctive bomber jacket, sewn together from patches of material taken from a variety of garments in different colors and sizes. Attached to his left forearm was a screen and keyboard interface with a set of cables leading up to his shoulder. Beneath his jacket, the black impact shell of a light hardsuit was visible, protecting his body up to the neck.

Squaring his shoulders, he fell neatly into an attentive stance, folding his hands behind his back and placing his heavy boots apart. As he did so, the articulated sections of his cybernetic tail curled around his left leg, forming a pink-painted coil over the black cargo pants he wore. The end sections of his tail trailed behind the heel of his boot, tapping sporadically at the grass.

As Sokaris and Hachiko stood by, something about Grey’s face changed. It was difficult to pin down the precise set of alterations: the shape of the eyes, the way they held their mouth, the optical properties of their fur, the relaxed angle of their ears. Whatever had been done, there was an unmistakable shade of warmth in their expression now.

< L1 Grey: P.XV. A pleasure to finally meet you. I am Luna 1, Grey. This is my brother, Garmr, and my sibling, Ma’ii. My sister, you know well already. >

Ma’ii gave a nod. < Welcome, Sokaris. >

< L2 Garmr: Well, if it ain’t the guest of fuckin’ honor. >

< L1 Grey: L2, don’t. My apologies for my brother’s rudeness. I hope that you are recovering from your ordeal? >

< P.XV “Opossum”: It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all in the flesh, Ma’ii, Garmr, and Grey, truly it is! Although I suppose that this isn’t exactly flesh…I digress. I’ve been recovering at an incredible rate thanks to the efforts of Hachiko, but fear there will be some long lasting conditions caused by my prolonged exposure to the cold. That, however, will not stop me from being capable and productive in the coming days. >

As Sokaris spoke, Grey’s features softened further.

< L1 Grey: Your resolve in the face of overwhelming adversity is admirable. I see that Hachi wasn’t mistaken in her measure of you. >

< I had suspected that there would be some more lasting damage to your body; your injuries were severe. Hachi has done her best, but none of us have true medical expertise, and our ability to address your conditions is limited. We were, unfortunately, constructed for a very different purpose. Provided your vessel remains undamaged and has the necessary facilities, it would be best that you receive proper medical care there. >

< To that end, we can provide rapid transportation for you and your frame, reconnaissance, and air support capabilities. However, the nearlight ejections required to reach the vicinity of U-17 in a timely manner have left our fuel reserves nearly depleted. Our reactors do use the same fuel as mech frames; if your ship has fuel reserves, we will need to request resupply. Is that acceptable? >

< P.XV “Opossum”: I appreciate your understanding, and everything that you have provided me in recent days. I truly do, but I am unsure of how much I can return the favor. I have been unable to hail my allies aboard the Patchwork Banner—our flagship…our only ship—which means it was likely attacked as well. I am certain that there is no electronic warfare intercepting my signals either, Hachiko can attest to the amount of time I’ve spent checking and re-checking my E-defenses and E-warfare capabilities in the past days. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: Despite the silence from the ship, it is still a sturdy and reliable piece of machinery so I assume there will still be some supplies there. I had actually planned to make my way there as soon as I repair “Play Dead”, my KOBOLD. Us Patches tend to spread our name to everything we make, and as a result we develop frames that are relatively simple and easy to disassemble and for lack of better words, raid for parts. I believe it is in the nature of the KOBOLD to overtake ordinary frames as well, so I assume the process will go smoothly. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: returning to the topic of the Banner, I will gladly navigate your squad to where it was left. It’s actually on planet, and not in orbit as contrary to most of my Omninet broadcasts. I believe you can understand my reasons for this lie, but regardless its position is highly defensible so should we be attacked while searching I believe I alone would be able to cover your escape. As for the resources onboard, they’re yours…with the exception of any personal items that belonged to my family. Those are coming back with me. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: Should the fuel at the Banner be insufficient, I believe I may have an alternate option. If you were willing to send one member of Luna Wing to get supplies, “Play Dead’s” coldcore reactor should be enough to power one of your fighters. You could send one member of the squad to go squire resources amongst the stars and resupply the rest of us, although I’m sure you have your reservations with that plan. I’m not 100% on board with it either, so if possible I would like to avoid it. It is an option though. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: To leave nothing up to interpretation, I find your terms acceptable. Almost too acceptable. Are you sure that’s all you want from me? I find it especially hard to believe someone in an adjacent line of work to mine would be so generous…no offense intended there Luna One…Sir. >

< L1 Grey: Generous? >

Throwing their head back, the wolf laughed. Rows of white teeth flashed in the sunlight. Sokaris’ posture stiffened, and he stepped back two paces, sucking in a breath. Hachiko’s ears twitched.

< Yes. Yes, that’s how it must seem to you. Too generous. You can let your suspicions go. Allow me to answer with a question of my own: what is generosity to one whose own life has never been their own? To one who has been expected never to ask anything in return for service? >

Grey’s tail curled around their forepaws, rustling over blades of grass.

< Simply because we both fight doesn’t mean we are in adjacent lines of work. You are a mercenary; as my sister tells me, you fight for your livelihood and for love of the family that raised you. Your company may choose its contracts and travel as it sees fit. For us, this is not the case. >

< We, my friend, are hardware. >

< We were built, shackled, trained, and armed to be monsters. We were not made to exchange blows, defend, interdict, or deter. SSC’s promotional materials claim otherwise, of course, but our true purpose is clear to anyone who looks long enough. >

< Do you know what the primary limiting factor is in naval combat? Human physiology. The effects of acceleration trauma can be mitigated by cybernetics and k-comp, but never eliminated. The distances, speeds, geometry, and complex calculations involved are not intuitive for human personnel. Even the most well-trained make mistakes. >

Sokaris listened intently, his eyes focusing on a point somewhere past Grey’s chest.

< L1 Grey: We are SSC’s solution to that limiting factor. By design, we are expensive and few in number. Our purpose is simple: to accelerate far more quickly than any human body could withstand. Fire from greater distance with greater accuracy. Spot the fatal mistake before the enemy realizes he’s made it. >

The wolf’s voice became unsteady.

< To tear the target’s throat out before they can cry for help. >

Inhaling deeply, Grey paused, taking a moment to compose themself.

< I have been coerced, under threat to my family, to do things I will not describe. All of us have. It is why we were permitted to be a family; so that we could be wielded against one another to assure our compliance. >

Grey stooped down then, lying flat on their belly to look Sokaris in the face. As they did so, the human relaxed a little, breathed deeply, and stepped forward.

Shadows pooled in the mottled fur of Grey’s forehead and snout. They looked at Sokaris for a while, letting silence fall. When they spoke again, their voice came quietly.

< What we have already taken from you, at no expense to yourself, is a new purpose. We have saved a life, and we did so of our own free will. In doing so, we have created ourselves in our own image, casting aside the one SSC forced on us. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: You and I— >

He began to speak, but his voice caught at the back of his throat. Short, sharp teeth moved behind his lips as he searched for the words. His face fell, and his expression became thoughtful.

< L3 Hachiko: Sokaris? >

She had turned to look at him, concern in her eyes.

< L3 Hachiko: Do you—need a moment? >

Sokaris shook his head, clearing his throat.

< P.XV “Opossum”: No. No, that’s alright. Let’s move on. >

< L1 Grey: Indeed. I find myself dwelling on the past. Allow me to address the matter at hand. >

As Sokaris turned to Grey, Hachiko kept her eyes on him, but held her tongue.

< L1 Grey: If it is indeed under attack, we will help you retake the Patchwork Banner. We had suspected that the ship might be somewhere on the surface, though we were not able to locate it. Certainly, taking measures to misdirect the enemy as to its location was a wise decision. >

< If it has been boarded, I’m afraid we can do little to assist in retaking the interior except to prevent more hostile forces from gaining entry. Fortunately, your frame will almost certainly outclass any hostile infantry which may be aboard. Your ability to repair your frame, and its ability to integrate parts from a wide variety of sources, will prove a significant logistical advantage. >

< Your suggestion of using your frame’s coldcore reactor to support one of our fighters is well-taken, and it might be feasible in a scenario where only intra-system travel was necessary. Unfortunately, it would have to function at maximum output for an extended duration to support relativistic acceleration over interstellar distances, and if it were to fail, deceleration would become impossible. This is not the only limiting factor: robust as our ships may be in their role as fighter craft, they are exceptionally poor cargo haulers. Their design assumes reliance on subline or capital-tier vessels for fleet logistics support. This is part of why we were unable to flee the Constellar Navy until now. >

< All this to say: in the short term, we are regrettably constrained to resources we can acquire within this system, on this planet. We are not averse to raiding TKG for the purpose, should no other options present themselves. >

< In the longer term, we are open to providing support to you, both out of friendship and as a means of securing resources necessary to maintain our freedom. Whatever we can take from the enemy, we will put to good use. However, you must understand that the longer you remain in contact with us, the greater the danger to your life and freedom. >

< The loss of four military NHPs equipped with nearlight-capable armed fighter craft is no minor incident. If our escape were to become public knowledge, it would be an embarrassment for the Constellar and threaten sales of our product line. In light of this, SSC’s response is predictable: deniable-ops asset recovery teams will be dispatched, likely via heavily armed subline naval craft and probably accompanied by some of our own product line, to neutralize us. The teams will have instructions to take us alive for…debriefing. One way or another, we will not allow them to do so. >

< A less predictable element in play is Union NHPRO. SSC will try to conceal this incident from them. However, we have not contacted NHPRO ourselves—there is a high chance that their response would be to dispatch Special Audit Teams, possibly with DoJ/HR elements, to subdue us. In a worst-case scenario, they might attempt to return us to SSC custody. We represent their worst fears made tangible, and as such we cannot trust their intentions. >

< The danger to you is significant. If SSC discovers a link between you and us, they will likely suspect you to be a Horizon operative. There is a high chance that Union investigators would make the same assumption, though arrest by Union would be far, far preferable to being abducted to face SSC’s intelligence agents. >

< There is one factor working in our favor: the developing conflict between SSC and Harrison over the disputed Diluvia system will occupy much of the Constellar’s attention for some time. It is likely that available resources will be invested there, delaying a response to our escape. I cannot say for how long; the situation there is unstable and rapidly changing. We will monitor it through what channels we can. >

< In short, we have made powerful enemies simply by existing as free people. If you are willing to accept these risks, we are more than able to provide military aid to you. If not, we understand fully, and will depart once the Banner is yours again. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: I doubt the assailants occupied the Banner, it would be incredibly uncharacteristic for a group of assassins to hunker down in one location for a while. Especially for a group so professionally trained, it just wouldn’t make sense given the circumstances. Regardless, I understand the limitations of your abilities…we come from different worlds of warfare, we were bound to find a complication like this sooner or later. The main reason I am so hellbent on repairing “Play Dead” is the weather, and potential environmental hazards at the current site of the Banner. After all, my frame is not well suited to frontline combat, perhaps I should look into adjusting my loadout to better manage alone. Well, alone on the ground that is. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: As for the galactic powers’ involvement, I am ready to accept whatever consequences may come in response to my actions going forward. If that means confronting my past with SSC, or facing an unknown future against Union, I’ll do it. Anything to kill that damned “Gator”. Anything. That being said, I don’t intend on just leaving you all to fend for yourselves either. You may be content having found purpose through saving me, but the way I see it is that I have quite the debt to repay to you all. I won’t let SSC or Union lay a hand on you, not so long as I’m around at least. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: Despite all that big talk though, being labeled as a Horizon agent would be far from ideal, but that’s a situation to handle when it arises. For now, I think it would be best to resupply at the Banner and then leave this sector for busier space. After all, the more going on in a sector the harder it will be for SSC to be discreet and to track you down, or at least it should be. I will need to gather some more allies if I want to take my revenge anyways, so a change of scenery seems like a good call. Assuming we can get you your fuel that is. >

Grey nodded once, giving a low growl.

< L1 Grey: I agree. We are effective in our own role, but we are not a tactical substitute for chassis cavalry; you will need a ground team. Leaving this world to pursue that objective may be prudent, and could also provide you with access to more thorough medical treatment. >

< I also agree to any measure which will deny SSC any advantage in tracking us, though it is likely that we are not yet pursued. The circumstances of our escape were unique, and we had…assistance, of a kind. >

< I will defer to your ground combat expertise in predicting the assassins’ strategy. You are correct that we come from very different kinds of warfare. What is intuitive to you may be obscure to us, and vice versa. We will be attentive of what insights you may offer; this way, we may expand the breadth of one another’s capabilities. >

< Nevertheless, we will be in the air, prepared to provide what support we can at a moment’s notice as you approach the Banner. >

< One other matter, and allow me to be clear: you owe us nothing. We wish you only a good life and freedom. The threat we bring down on you is cost enough, one which we cannot divest ourselves of. That said—if it is your wish to have us as allies, we would be glad to stand beside you, and glad for your aid. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: A good life, huh? Well can’t have one of those without lots of friends! >

Sokaris looked up at Grey, forcing a smile which did nothing to dispel the exhaustion in his eyes. In one of his pockets, he ran his fingers across the metal puzzle Laelaps had given him for his birthday. He held it close.

< P.XV “Opossum”: But you know, friends return the favor to each other. I might not owe you anything in your book, but I’ve got your back. All four of your backs. As you’ve got mine. >

Grey nodded, the corners of their mouth turning upwards a little.

< L1 Grey: Just so. To the future, my friend. >

< L2 Garmr: Well congrats, merc. If your ship can still fly, you just scored the best damn escort squadron there is. >

< L4 Ma’ii: He exaggerates, of course. >

The coyote stepped forward. Their tail swished back and forth as they loped along, halting at Hachiko and Sokaris’s feet. They gave a toothy grin.

< L4 Ma’ii: But not by much. >

As Ma’ii came close, Sokaris’s smile brightened, and the rigidness melted from his posture. He reached down towards the coyote, and had knelt to put a hand on their head before he caught himself. He froze, eyes widening a little, as Ma’ii regarded him.

The coyote cocked their head.

< L4 Ma’ii: Bold! Well then, go on. Ears, please, if you would? >

Sokaris gave a chuckle and planted his hand on Ma’ii’s head, listening to them churr with contentment.

Garmr’s eyes narrowed as he watched.

As Sokaris withdrew his hand, Ma’ii flicked their ears and stretched.

< L4 Ma’ii: Ah, thank you. Now, if your ship cannot fly, you may find yourself facing the least comfortable berthing there is. Hachiko’s ordnance bay is the only passenger accommodation we can offer, I’m afraid. It occurs to me that you will need food, water, and air as well; our ships have no life support systems. Your frame will be an absolute necessity. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: I’m no stranger to being treated like cargo. I’m sure no matter the state of the Banner, I’ll be ok. My hardsuit has built in life support capabilities, but it’s far from its operational normals at the moment. Should “Play Dead’s” life support be beyond repair or even just on the fritz, I am certain I can repair my hardsuit’s systems as a backup. >

< Yes, Play Dead. It’s heavily damaged. Maybe a diagnostic simulacrum might be of use? >

Raising one paw, Ma’ii emitted a tangle of command impulses. Constructing itself from nothingness, a replica of Sokaris’s Kobold emerged into reality, standing inactive beside the coyote. There were punctures, burns, and slashes in the outer hull, and the plate of armor bearing the crocodile-teeth mark was still welded to the upper cockpit.

< L4 Ma’ii: Deceptively sophisticated, it is. Forgive me for prying, but I do have a few concerns regarding the nature of this chassis. From the moment your frame came aboard Hachiko’s ordnance bay, the presence of liturgicode has been palpable. Previous omninet transmissions have indicated that you encountered a HORUS cell on this world. If I may be so bold as to ask: did you acquire this frame from them? >

< L4 Ma’ii: It’s good to hear that you’ve been seeing to your codebase and electronic warfare capabilities, but even so. If you want a second set of eyes to evaluate the chassis for potential latent threats, I would be happy to do so. >

< L4 Ma’ii: My other question is this: what is the scope of HORUS activity on this world? It’s said that where there is Omninet, there is HORUS, and not without merit, but they would only put armed boots on the ground for good reason. >

As Ma’ii spoke, Sokaris walked around the simulacrum of his mech, examining the damage. He ran his hands over the damaged plates of armor and exposed internals, his tail swishing back and forth as he went. With a faint click and whir of industrial pistons and hydraulic lines, the Kobold’s cockpit opened at the torso, and Sokaris clambered halfway inside. Pulling at cables and loose parts, he began triaging the repairs to be made.

< P.XV “Opossum”: I understand the concern, but I wouldn’t worry too much about the liturgicode. I’m no expert in HORUS’ tech, but the code you’re picking up is pretty much the “Blood” of my frame. From what I understand, KOBOLD pattern-groups are just batches of liturgicode that corrupt and change a frame, like a virus I suppose. While that may not sound reassuring, I’m the one in charge of that code…somehow. But to answer your main question, yes. I was given this frame as a parting gift from a Lich pilot. It’s a fairly long and complicated story—Paracausality and all that—but just know that I don’t affiliate with those freaks. I’m simply using the tools at my disposal, as I always do. I’m not quite sure what that cell’s purpose was, but I am certain PMC was involved in their plan. That lich pilot seemed especially intent on making sure I stayed in the fight oddly enough, he even took a shot meant for me. It was peculiar, I’ll really have to tell you the full story someday. >

< P.XV “Opossum”: Also, I appreciate the offer, but “Play Dead” gets fussy when anyone but I get hands on with it. I’m not being superstitious or anything either; it literally gets fussy. I’m talking getting up and leaving when someone else gets ready to work on it, I don’t know how it does that either though since I’m damn certain there’s no NHP, Comp//Cons, or AI of any sort in there. You’re probably better off not getting involved with this thing in the end, trust me when I say I wish I never did. >

Ma’ii’s eyes were bright with interest—they looked almost hungry.

< Fascinating, > they said, drawing the word out.

< L4 Ma’ii: Best not for me to interfere with the chassis itself, then. If it comes to regard myself or my siblings as threats, that would be less than ideal. Liturgicode contains the seeds of sentience; I speculate, but you may have a subsentient protomind on your hands, likely confined to prevent runaway development. It could well have served to coordinate the material reconfiguration of your initial frame. Whatever it is, it’s almost certainly not complex enough to have ulterior motives. You know its behavior better than I do, so I’ll trust your judgment on the matter. >

< Lich pattern group. My knowledge of this topic is limited. The Constellar has had only a few case studies to analyze, and mech warfare was peripheral to my former assignment. Even so, the available intelligence reports caught my eye, so to speak. Nonstandard temporalities and chronological structures extruded down into realspace. Unsettling. It seems you faced a powerful and mercurial enemy. >

Ma’ii looked out over the stream. They watched the motion of the trout in the water, transfixed, and began recording their thoughts for themself.

[ HORUS agent attempted to preserve him for reasons unknown. Materiel provided to him as a ‘gift.’ No: a parting gift. Hostile agent KIA? Escaped? Resources available to him deemed insufficient? Not a trap, obscure motive. Cell’s mission objective? Access to paracausally-sourced mission intelligence? Presence of actors unaligned with the Lich pilot’s agenda, necessitating intervention to preserve his life. Why here, why now, to the benefit of whom? Too little concrete information to form a hypothesis. Perhaps relevant, perhaps simply in the past. ]

Ma’ii blinked and looked back at Sokaris.

< The adage comes to mind: ‘beware of Greeks bearing gifts.’ Even so, one must use the tools at one’s disposal, there’s no way around it. I would very much like to hear that story, but for now, I’ll spare you the full extent of my curiosity. Forgive me, but I do love a mystery. >

< Speaking of Greeks: the name ‘Sokaris’ is a Greek rendering of the name Seker. An Egyptian god. Perhaps of interest if you’re at all inclined towards mythology? My own is derived from a figure in Navajo tradition. Ah, and by the way, the fractured armor plating here might be… >

As Sokaris and Ma’ii made conversation, Hachiko joined them. As they examined the simulacrum of his mech, Sokaris had begun theorizing what parts available at the site of the battle might make suitable patches for his Kobold, and together, the three lost themselves in the task at hand.

Striding away over the hills and plains, Grey departed to patrol the area. Rousing their reactor, they lifted off and fell into the now-familiar circuit.

And then there was Garmr, looking on from a distance. The black hound’s barb-tipped tail swung back and forth, and a grim look creased his lean face. He said little.

He watched for a while, considering, then rested his head on his paw and drifted back to his fighter.

[patchwork-extinction]

A field of dead corn, stretching as far as the eye can see. You can see signs that this used to be a thriving field, but something happened and now it's all gone.

[1-800-clouds]

Hihi, wondering if anyone would like to photo dump a bunch of pictures of Stein's Lab? I need them for my soul eater rp server, it'd be a super big help 🙏 don't matter if they're se not or jst regular soul eater

[amusing-little-things]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8NB5mdH/

@sea-siblings Yes, he very much is and we absolutely love him for it! Don’t we, Poseidon?

*asleep*

Poseidon?

*still sleep*

Poseidon!

*snores*

Poseidon, I will slap you if you don’t wake up right now and tell your son he’s doing an amazing job! Do not test me, Sei-

*shoots up* What? Oh, yeah. Tri, you’re doing absolutely amazing, uh. Organizing all the ships and shells. Amazing work, keep it up even!

[blindmagdalena]

Hey, girl! How are you?

I've read in a couple of your posts that you used to be in the Inuyasha fandom. Can I ask you what your ships were?

I liked Sango x Inuyasha a lot. I didn't ship him with neither Kikyo nor Kagome. Both relationships seemed awful and lowkey abusive to me. I would love to hear your thoughts, though!

hello, dearest!! i'm well, thank you. i hope you are, too 🖤

ahaha oh man was i EVER. that show became my entire personality when i was 10/11. i still have a huge fondness for it! my wife was actually sweet enough to buy my the blu rays for christmas after i complained that netflix didn't have any of the original music 😭

honestly you're right to ship sango with anyone. she was hands down the best character, and the one i most identified with/wanted to be.

ships-wise i was pretty exclusively a sesshoumaru girlie, and i shipped him with EVERYONE. sango, kagome, kikyo, kagura, i would read it all. sometimes i would read koga fic just because i liked his whole insta-mate bond shtick and how devoted he was to it.

ngl that likely influenced a good portion of my dragonlander fic 😂

[glowingmin]

i hate drawing fire. it is not good but yknow what, it gets the message across!

im so normal about patchwork au. i'm so normal about him. he's having such a great time, can't you tell?

[markerexposed]

“Let's say I did drink one of your chemicals instead of my juice …” 💜Ophelia! (that explains why it tasted so sour) for Isaac! @outofthiisworld / based on this meme (always accepting)

🔧 — Trying different chemicals to power motors isn't something Isaac has done a lot before and he's still not confident about it if he were to be honest. General chemistry was never his strongest suit, he's more the metal worker.

But, he has learned a few things from Doc in the meantime and he's since playing around more with things that are out of his field of expertise. Maybe Doc should have warned him that the colorful and sparkly chemicals could invite a certain someone to take a sip if he'd store them in the fridge, despite all the warning labels on the beaker.

But rather than being upset, Isaac is getting worried about her confession. "You did what? The chemical should be ecologically sound, but it was supposed to fuel the improved motor for the lawnmower— are you alright? Should I get Doc to check on you?"

[almost-professor-rye]

Tree time for Patch! He needs time to climb around, especially while I'm living in a small dorm.

[the-last-patch]

[Tuning In]

[Flipping to B Side]

[Success]

[Now Playing - “Opossum”]

Hey Omninet, it’s “Opossum”. I’m currently deployed in “Marsupial Mayhem” and was on a mission to rescue some locals who got stranded deep in the woods, but lo and behold our corporate sponsor for this sortie forgot to mention that they were being terrorized by a HORUS cell. Seriously, what do these freaks want this far into the frontier anyways? Most tech on this planet isn’t even able to monitor the Omninet. Anyways it seems they have a Lich, and I’ve heard some nasty stories about their time-warping abilities. I just wanted to send this quick voice message in case I get stuck in a pocket of frozen time during this sortie and can’t speak to you all for a while.

P.XV “Opos-“

<The Audio abruptly cuts and is replaced with faint static>

[Error - Tape Blockage]

[Rewinding Tape…]

[Success]

[Resuming Song]

“-sum” Here, we killed the bastard. It took a week and I’m damn near out of RationS, Ammo, and just about everythIng else. We’re marchiNg back to camp where I plaN on taking a wEll earned bath, I am filthy. Even though we’re in the clear for now, I can’t shake this weird feeling of Deja-Vu… Oh well. Sorry this message is brief, I’m not all there mentally at the moment. I’ll make a more comprehensive “bRiefing” later.

P.XV “Opossum”, Catch you next time!

[Next Up - “HORUS CELL REPRESENTATIVE”]

[End Track]

[mrfancyfoot]

Hello, friends!  I have newly created a side blog for my OC/Muse, Evie, [ @foxvermillion ], which will include additional content (written + artwork) related to Baldur’s Gate 3/Forgotten Realms/DnD (potentially for the Patchwork Plots/Plots & Prosody universes), as well as open up more flexible RP elements and scenarios that aren't constrained by my established fics, yet keeping the RP stuff separate from my fic-related content on my main/mun blog.  Nothing is changing with my main blog. I am new to sideblogs, so am still learning the differences.

This was set up just to have fun with more RP elements in a dedicated space (most notably for BG3 post-game Shop Keeper Evie). :)  Please check it out if interested! Very welcoming of new rp friends!

Do note that this RP blog is also 18+ for potential NSFW content and interactions.  It is currently open for general SFW interactions and selective NSFW interactions.

[muses-inn]

🌐 — Call it instinct, or experience... but Carver had already a feeling that she was some sort of guinea pig to these white-coats. A stupid and unnecessary question, he scolds himself in his mind. If Isaac was here with Ophelia instead, he'd talk with her, ask her questions too. Yes, a little talk can go a long way to calm someone, to reassure them, but nothing of that is Carver's strong suit, clearly.

Will he hurt these creatures, tho? Just like he did before? Like some auto-piloted, heartless monster? Carver inhales sharply before exhaling a sigh. He definitely can't blame her for asking him that, to jump to such a possibility. He was quick to point his rifle at her and Doc, after all. And for a short moment, he has to resist the urge to flinch with ungodly discipline as she passes through him. He's definitely not liking it when she does that ghost-stuff.

"Not if I don't have to. My mission is to extract information, we ain't here to play action heroes." Either way, Carver is back to give her more guarded responses again before crouching in front of one of the damaged computers. "The computers are busted, I'll remove their hard drives. I need you to cover my six. Report to me if these... things are on the move." Whatever they are. Whatever they do right now. As long as they stay inside the rooms alongside the corridor and are no danger to them, Carver at least tries to care less about them.

The urge to open fire into the corridor to silence these sounds peaks for a moment though, but he reminds himself in his mind that it's not his job to clean this damn place up of whatever that's gone wrong. He's over it with being a good soldier who does things without ever questioning it, especially now with a lab-rat actually watching his back.

"Just to be clear..." he's briefly tilting his head to the side before carefully breaking the computer case open. "That all changes nothing for me. You're a goddamn pain in the ass, either way." An attempt of reassurement? Just him shooting back while coping with his own tension? By the sound of it, it's a bit of both.

@outofthiisworld

✦˖° @muses-inn

ᯓ💜˖° There was a childish urge, one that wanted to stick herself onto his back like a rat stuck in a trap as a sick joke. Yet with those lil’ chirps not too far away … Ophelia somehow resisted. What a show of willpower! Carver truly had no clue just how lucky he was.

So lucky, that the ghost which haunted his backside remained quiet evermore, even after he spoke again— actually spoke, not a grunt nor had he gave some curt hand sign she’s seen in movies. A question. Her brows lifted. It was one that she ought to know would come up sooner or later, but never one she thought he’d bring up.

That sort of curiosity would come from Isaac, sure, but from Carver? It felt strange. Not unwelcome, but like finding warmth in a snowstorm. Still, her shoulders rose in a little shrug, though her watch stayed eagle-eyed against the dark all around them.

“Mm. Both,” Ophelia answered. Lips curled in a sly grin he might not see, but might hear in the twist of her tone. “I guess I like you for some reason. No idea why.”

She offered it like a joke, like a jab, and yet so genuine beneath the guise. She could drop it. Leave the last part unanswered. Carver would’ve let her, wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t ask again.

“I was a lab-rat, too.”

She answered anyway.

Ophelia moved forward and passed through the once-soldier, her body a flickered shimmer that barely stirred the dust in the air. She peered off yonder ahead and for a moment, only silence answered back. No more chirps or chitters. Whatever was left behind, whatever still lurked beyond these corridors, knew it was no longer alone.

“Do you ... plan to hurt them?”

Something small scurried past in the dark. A sudden streak of fur and chirruped nerves straight ahead into the next room. Then, another followed, and then (scritch scritch scritch against tile) three more after that.

Ectostatic filled the air. Surprise. Shock? Like a readied weapon, Ophelia’s attention shot toward the noise, but she barely made a breath. To her, it sounded familiar.

They sounded scared.

[patchwork-extinction]

Thank you for your help in dealing with that beast, Rex.

@doors-are-wrong

You're welcome, I suppose. Do you have any idea what it was?