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Starter selection time!

I got this ’here fella and want to do some things with him. I’ve got options!

Want to meet him in the park while he’s still under the weather and mostly armless? Got that in a prior post and it is still open for takers.

Want to be there when he gets the arm back? Can do, just drop me a line so I know who to aim the starter at.

Wanna be the one to tell him he just got isekai’d and get to see his first rounds of culture shock? Hit me up

Wanna do something after he’s got his legs back under him and can actually try to adapt to the new setting he finds himself in? Yeah, lets do it.

//Been playing around in Code Vein and used the nicely robust character creation to nail down A Face.

Behold! a fixer.

Send 💚 for a reason NOT to date my muse

And send 💖 for a reason TO date my muse

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

This is where my story begins

It had seemed like….well, not a good plan. Anyhing borne of enough desperation that one man was trying to steal something from a Corporation was not a good plan to begin with. But it had seemed doable. He knew the location of what he was trying to steal, had a route in and out. Had his escape plan timed out, and would be using the Corp’s own famously reliable transportation to get away.

He’d even had a backup escape plan. They weren’t cheap and he’d only get one use out of it, but the little teleporter would shunt him away from any danger too severe.

It had all seemed to be going so well, till the end. Once he got on the train it should have just been a quick ten second journey before he’d be five districts over and trying to find a buyer for the suitcase-sized box he’d swiped.

It hadn’t been ten seconds. He’d lost count after what seemed like ten days, and by that point some of the other passengers were starting to panic and fights were breaking out among the passengers more and more. Eventually he couldn’t keep himself out of the melee.

He got hurt. Not fatally, but bad enough that the next one might be. The escape device didn’t know where he was, or where it was aiming at, only being concerned with getting him away from the current danger on the train.

Ceryx found himself no longer on the train, which was already a good improvement. He had no idea where he ended up but it was a great deal less violent so he’d at least have time to figure that out.

So I did a thing! There’s not much on the page yet but I have a new character starting to putter around, native to Project Moon’s setting (Lobotomy Corp, Library of Ruina, Limbus Company) but isekai’d into whatever setting I want to interact with people in.

I’ll be putting more up and some kind of starter once I get home from work.

daxwebster​:

The silence was only broken by a quiet metalic creak, as Zero’s hands tried to ball into fists despite resting on his legs. In the background of his mind there were a couple notes added to the Deferred Repairs list, but he was too angered to consciously notice the scrape on the armor or that one of his fingers had strained against itself so hard that there had been internal sparking.

“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I assure you I do. My mission was to facilitate and report on how well Repliforce and Maverick Hunter assets were cooperating. That was, in fact, my business. While I wasn’t going to go around talking about it to anyone, I bloody well knew about it. You were the most promising part of my reports most of the time, you know that? Even without directly interacting with you, you’d pop up, and be a shining example of what could probably be if the problems could get sorted. You worked well with us. Had established a good rapport and friendship with Colonel while still working with our Rank and File.”

He paused, letting out a brief sigh. “My hope was that by finding out a bit more about your connections I could figure out why you were making such promising strides while the friction between our organizations as a whole was still chafing.”

Dax went right back on the offensive, “So yeah. I listened to whoever would wag their chin and I hear yours talking about you taking time off, or being uncharacteristically happy, or not immediately jumping on extra duties, I look into it. Find that there’s a pattern with the times and the rosters. It was not hard math to add up  So ….what the absolute falterdan fuck happened?”

Despite himself, Zero found himself drifting back a little to the happier memories at the recounting. He really hadn’t taken time off before finding he found something…. someone that made him want it.

He’d actually started to smile at the memories before the present reality snapped back to the front of his mind. It just made it hurt more. “It seemed like the only option at that point. We couldn’t go back.”

“You know, I almost get that? ‘We’ve already done this much, might as well go in the rest of the way, huh?’ What a horrid way to base decisions. But I guess it does make a certain amount ot sense. As quick to judge as everyone was I imagine if anyone had pulled their head out their arse to second guess it would have just gotten bit off for the hesitation.” Dax paused a moment, before looking directly at Zero, his face calm and innocent as he tried to dig deeper.

“But you eventually did stop. When was it? It wasn’t when you found out the truth. You’d known, or at the very least suspected, before that. You admitted it yourself. So at what point did you stop? Did the hunters stop? What finally pushed the needle far enough that we had any survivors left?”

Let’s play a drinking game!

For every 🥃 my muse gets– they have to either answer a personal fact about themselves…. Or take a shot!

For those who like to play a more daring version, they have to take a shot AND choose a victim to pass the drink onto (via tagging)!

Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises

daxwebster​:

The silence was only broken by a quiet metalic creak, as Zero’s hands tried to ball into fists despite resting on his legs. In the background of his mind there were a couple notes added to the Deferred Repairs list, but he was too angered to consciously notice the scrape on the armor or that one of his fingers had strained against itself so hard that there had been internal sparking.

“Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I assure you I do. My mission was to facilitate and report on how well Repliforce and Maverick Hunter assets were cooperating. That was, in fact, my business. While I wasn’t going to go around talking about it to anyone, I bloody well knew about it. You were the most promising part of my reports most of the time, you know that? Even without directly interacting with you, you’d pop up, and be a shining example of what could probably be if the problems could get sorted. You worked well with us. Had established a good rapport and friendship with Colonel while still working with our Rank and File.”

He paused, letting out a brief sigh. “My hope was that by finding out a bit more about your connections I could figure out why you were making such promising strides while the friction between our organizations as a whole was still chafing.”

Dax went right back on the offensive, “So yeah. I listened to whoever would wag their chin and I hear yours talking about you taking time off, or being uncharacteristically happy, or not immediately jumping on extra duties, I look into it. Find that there’s a pattern with the times and the rosters. It was not hard math to add up  So ....what the absolute falterdan fuck happened?”

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