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Accountable Science: Part 11

Askier stood in the empty doorway to Jorrus’ hotel room.  His golden eyes peered around as he entered, searching for any left behind traps or clues to where the Viera was heading next.  Askier found neither. The Garlean rabbit had left the room remarkably sterile and devoid of anything useful or dangerous.  Clearly the man had been living out of a bag. Askier snarled and picked up a chair before he hurled it against the window.  The glass cracked and the chair splintered in several pieces as it fell to the floor. “Askier.” Tray called, running to the door. He was panting from taking the stairs and sweat was on the red-haired miqo’te’s face.  “One..one of muh little birds got word to me.  Seen someone lookin’ like our man going north.  Rented a chocobo from him.” Askier turned and marched for the door, moving down the hall, expecting the more muscled Tray to fallow him.  Askier’s coat billowed behind him as he walked. “North Limsa, huh?   Figured he’d be heading for a ship, not further inland. He knows we’re after him and that there’s no way off up there…”  The Garlean paused as he opened the door to the lift and stepped in.  Tray muttered something about ‘Should taken the lift’ but Askier wasn’t listening.  Rather he was recalling something.  Something personal. Running north was basically running into a cage.  Ocean everywhere, rough terrain, and few people.  But six years ago, when Askier had been a Garlean agent himself, one of his escape protocols had called for the exact same maneuver should he be cornered in Limsa.  The idea was that anyone on your tail would spend too much time searching the docks for you assuming you were going to escape by sea when the real escape was… “No.” Askier chewed his lip.  “There’s no way the Garlean’s would still be sticking to Adonis’ plan from that long ago…”  How could they? Adonis’ shadow network had been a personal creation. It had no official connection to the Garlean military.  Could someone from Adonis’ network have passed word on?  Had someone just happened to copy his idea?  Or… Askier hadn’t had time to think about it but now that he did, could someone else have come along and taken over Adonis’ old network of shadows and agents?  Certainly, Osric and his allies had seen to the dismantling of all of Adonis’ work this side of the sea, and rumor was Adin Adonis’ family had been crushed by political rivals during their moment of weakness after the patriarch had died at Osric’s hand; but had the cancer somehow survived?  Had one of Adin’s agents managed to survive the purge and regrown the shadow network? Tray’ju had said the Monetarist Frandrin Mandrin had been in the pocket of a Garlean organization after all and that someone called Mr. Blue was pulling the strings.  Was it mere chance that Jorrus, Askier’s former apprentice, just happened to be working for the same shadowy figure that had pulled Mandrin’s strings? Or had Jorrus been chosen?  The Oriensang would certainly earn whoever managed to gift such a  weapon to the Garlean military a great deal of respect, but its development had been highly classified and secretive.  Not many would know about it.  Could it be that this Mr. Blue, having learned of the Oriensang from Adin’s records, appropriated Adin’s former shadows like Jorrus as his own and slowly rebuilt the shadow network over the years?  That could explain why the escape plan was exactly the same for Jorrus as it had been him.   Askier stepped out and began walking quickly. “Where we goin’?” Tray asked.  “I need tuh ask for more info.”   “I think I know where he’s going, Tray.” Askier answered, flicking his tail as they headed for the stables. “How?” “Cause it’s where I would be heading.”  @cfs-melkire for mentioning his char :D

#Askier Mergrey #Tray'ju Estinoch #Osric Melkire #Jorrus oen Ursus #Mr Blue #Adin Adonis #rp #Balmung #plots #old stuff coming back up hehe

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Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there. 

Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses. 

I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship. 

While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads. 

#Honestly this should be the norm...just saying.

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Angst Meme: Jorrus oen Ursus

been cheated on | been bullied | told a horrible lie | stolen something of value | overdosed on drugs | been drunk | passed out | cheated | bullied | punched someone in the face | been beaten up | broken a bone | been admitted to a hospital | had a near-death experience | been drugged | done drugs | smoked | kissed someone you weren’t attracted to | bled severely | killed someone | had an attempt on your life | made an attempt on your own life | lost someone| loved someone | gone without food for over three days | gone without sleep for over three days | been tortured | been slapped by a parent or higher up | been abused by someone who should have loved you | had a panic attack | been in a car accident | had sex | had sex with a stranger | been raped | felt raped | passed out from pain | cried yourself to sleep | spent a whole day in bed | hurt yourself | taken your anger out on yourself | taken your anger out on someone you love | been used | felt used | used | been terrified | played a cruel game on someone | been dominant | been submissive | been forced to smile | been misgendered | felt too many things at once | laughed when you felt like crying   Tagged by:  @ssytxiv Tagging: @repose-and-run @chantokahkol @theduplicitousdame @aigaiap @rei-sekiro @koko-works @doodling-fiend @this-idiot-vs-everything @whispersofawindwitch @afreesworn @everyoneneedsmorefranz @nightbearers

#Jorrus oen Ursus #hehe angst for a bunny boy #like just...i can't take it THAT seriously lmao

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Accountable Science: Part 10

“Smug? Me? Never.” Jorrus laughed, giving Nick a huge grin as the Eorean handed the Garlean Viera the codes.  Tenderly, almost reverently, Jorrus eyed the small, silver driver full of lines of code.  This was it, the final piece of the Oriensang.  Once this reached the shores of the Empire and was installed into the weapon, Eorzea’s fall was assured.  The Oriensang was unstoppable; just like Jorrus felt.  The viera licked his lips and laughed as he walked to the large window of his room overlooking Limsia’s harbor.  He gazed down at the gathered ships moored at the docks.  There, the vessel that would carry him across the sea rested. He’d ride the ship to Doma, and from there he’d cross the lines of travel back to the Empire and present the item to Mr. Blue.  Jorrus had spent years assuring the shadow master that everything would be worth the large, financial investment he’d placed into Jorrus and his research. “You did well, Nick.” Jorrus said, taking a large inhale. He was shirtless and the muscles of his torso rippled beneath his tanned flesh as he dropped his hand to the belt of his trousers and the holstered pistol.  In a snap, the Galrean spun and drew.  Nick died before he could react, Jorrus’ firearm splattering the Erozean’s brain across the wall. “But I can’t afford loose ends.  Not now, not-” an explosion ripped the harbor apart and Jorrus turned and stared.  The galleon meant to depart on the next tide with him aboard was a smoldering ruin.  The viera’s eyes went wide in surprise as black smoke and flames rose into the sky as the ruined vessel began to sink.  “What the fuck...did her powder- no...”  Jorrus narrowed his eyes as he saw a familiar figure standing at the docks in a  freakishly red coat. “Askier.”  Jorrus muttered his former teacher’s name like a curse as he immediately turned.  He pulled his grey coat over his bare chest and slipped his backpack of weapons and supplies onto his back as he stepped over Nick’s dead body and out the door. He made for the stairs as he pocketed the Oriensang codes. Nick had said Askier was dead!  But now... Jorrus paused and took a long, deep breath.  He hadn’t had a further back up plan.  The ship had been his plan.  He didn’t have anything further. He stepped into the street and began to slip in among the people as he hastily wrapped a grey turban around his head to hide his long ears. There was nothing for it.  He was going to be short on time, especially if Askier was able to track him down to the exact ship he was going to be one and remove that ship publicly. He moved rapidly as he pulled out a pear and spoke into it without putting it into his ear, knowing the people ont he other end would hear. “This is Operative Earring.  Request activation of emergency extract protocol CQ-213.”  He put the pearl pack into his pocket and wrapped his fingers around the data drive. “You should have stayed dead, Mergrey.” Jorrus grumbled.  “Now I hope you live long enough to see your own creation consume your new nation.”

#Jorrus oen Ursus #Askier Mergrey #Tray'ju Estinoch #rp #plots #Balmung #viera #Garlean #Accountable Science

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Accountable Science: Part 9

Grief. It was Tray’s ever-present companion. From the moment he rose from his bed every day, it followed him. It was unwavering in its suffocating attention to his mind and soul.  It squeezed his hart, cracked his mind, and harmed the very meat of his body. He was a ruin of a man, wasting away as he drank and smoked himself into a numb stupor. His muscles were shrinking, the twinkle in his eye was gone, and the confident man had long since left to leave a ruin of a man behind.   He sat now, as he did most days, at the edge of a cliff near his home, drinking and smoking and trying to keep his mind lost in a daze.  He couldn’t focus on the loss of his son. He couldn’t.  It hurt too much!  He put the bottle to his lips and took a long, hard pull of the whiskey before he took a long drag of moko and looked back at the ocean. “Twelve fucking, you look like shite.”  came a gruff, hard voice.  Tray rolled his head and saw Askier Mergrey, standing in all his red-coated, metal-armed wonder.  Those golden eyes were piercing Tray’s and he had too look away. “Fuck-hic-fuckyewant?” Tray slurred, taking another drink.  Askier took a long inhale and shook his head. “Fuckin hells.  This what you are gonna do with your life? Piss it away?” “Don’t tell me what tuh do..” Tray growled. “This won’t bring your son back.”  Askier said calmly.  Tray shrieked in rage and rose to his feet, throwing the bottle at Askier’s head.  The middle-aged garlean side-stepped the bottle with ease and began walking towards the red-haired smuggler. “Ye shut yer whore mouth, ye-“   Askier seized Tray by the collar with one of his magitek hands and slapped him with another. “Tray.” Askier said calmly, seeing blood oozing down Tray’s cheek from the blow.  “Grow up.  This is pathetic.”  Tray said nothing, he just hung his head and sobbed as the walls of numbness fell from Askier’s physical blow. “Just kill me.” Tray said, utterly broken. “I got muh son killed.  The damn Garleans that worked for Frandrin-“   “Oh shut up!” Askier rolled his eyes.  “Shut up and look at me!” Askier paused and then repeated: “Look at me!” Tray did so reluctantly through his tear-filled eyes. “You wanna drink your life away or kill the bastard that killed your son?” Tray blinked. “Huh?” “I know who did it you dumb git. And I can’t find him without your help cause I don’t have allies like you do.” “I-“ Tray’s mind was so drugged, he was having trouble processing all this. “We don’t have time for you to act like an idiot, Estinoch. Your contacts and us have a short window before he gets out of Erozea with the Oriensang codes and then it’s too late!” Tray gurgled a snot bubble and Askier shoved him to the ground as he made a disgusted face.  He knelt there, motionless as tears kept falling from his chin as he hung his head. “Estinoch, I ain’t got all day. Either you in or you out!” Askier yelled. Tray suddenly threw up, all over Askier’s boots.  The Garlean tensed, snarled and turned to leave. “Wait.” Tray gasped, bile dripping from his nose as he rose shakily to his feet.  He looked between the curtain of his unwashed hair at Askier and there was a new light in those eyes.  Eyes of hate. “Ye sure yuh can give me this bastard?” Askier shrugged. “I can give you the name and appearance.” “All I need.” Tray growled as he began to stagger down the road, Askier following behind, still trying to clean the vomit off his boots by dragging his boots through the grass.

#realm rebron #rp #balmuda #Jorrus oen Ursus #Tray'ju Estinoch #Askier Mergrey #new rp

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“Rest assured, Mr. Blue, there is nothing science can’t do.”

#Jorrus oen Ursus

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When you are derping around and make your bunny boy with the South Park creator...lmao.

#Jorrus oen Ursus #South Park #Rp #Garlean #ooc funs #Derps

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Sweet, been looking for an image for what I had in mind for Jorrus’ shotgun.  Not as magitek as I’d like but it’s damn close and badass!

#Jorrus oen Ursus #weapons for the bunny boy #hot gamn yes #he's used these bad boys a few tim #so much fun #Garleans #Villians #yaaas

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“We are born nameless.  Then, we are given a name and told to build up that name.  To earn prestige for it so all the world might bask in our achievements and praise us.  Yet, when we die, that name and all its glories fade from lips.  Our names fade from the pages of histories as the ink dries and cracks.  And one day, even the names and likenesses that are carved upon stone shall be erased.  We are as the sands of the deserts.  Gorgeous and wondrous to behold as a collective, but meaningless and utterly beneath contemplation on our own.  Any who feel otherwise are children lost in fables.” -  Jorrus oen Ursus on life and purpose.

#Jorrus oen Ursus #thoughts #Rp #Balmung #IC character philosophy

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“I’ll be there in a minute...I need to brood first...scientifically brood.”

#Jorrus oen Ursus

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Choices were made… Can’t wait for the BunBuns already! T^T

#love for the Kumiko arts! #always a win #awesome rper and person! #bunbuns unite! #even my garlic male one....lol

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What's something weird about your character?

Something weird about Jorrus? Well, he’s got a couple but I’ll only tell one for meow. XDSo, the Garlean bunny wonder has no tail. Rather, he has a socket at the base of his spine where a tail would go.  This socket allows him to connect these synthetic tails he buys (for a rather expensive sum) and control them using the bio-electrical impulses from his nervous system.  He uses this both to pass as other races, like a miqo’te with his big fluffy, leopard tail, and personal enjoyment at home with some of his more bizarre tails (like a big poofy fox tail).  He’s gotten to use them in a few rps and it’s been fun to have him swap them out based on his mood or what’s going on.Thx for the ask!

“Really, you went and told everyone that? You dick!”

#Jorrus oen Urus #lulzim basha #I take my chars so seriously lol #rp #Balmung

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Mun talks about the Muse

Send one of the following to ask the mun…

✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse? 👀Favorite thing about the muse’s appearance? 🧥Favorite outfit for the muse? 🌌Favorite alternate version of the muse? 💕Favorite ship for the muse?  💔Least favorite ship for the muse? 💢Something about the muse that annoys you? 😈Worst thing you’ve ever done to your muse?  😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse?  💡 What inspires you to write the muse?  📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse? 📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory?  📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse?  😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore?  🔮 What do you see in your muse’s future?  🔥 Unpopular opinion about your muse?  💭 Favorite memory of the muse?  😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse?  ⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse?  🎭 How similar are you and the muse? 

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Accountable Science: Part 8

Askier threw open the door to a vault he’d not thought he’d see again.  Dust from the Thanalan desert fell as the heavy door screeched open.  Immediately a series of dirty, electric bulbs flared into life and bathed the room in a faint, blue light.  The darkness retreated to reveal a small, metal room filled with magitek parts and half-built items.  The room was icy cold despite the desert heat outside of the rock wall and the Garlean strode inside, almost panicked.  His boots clanged on the metal floor as he ground his steel-toes as he moved.  The garlean came to a small safe and knelt, immediate twisting in a combination into the lock. “How many of these places did you build in Eozea, Askier?”  Nick commented as he and his two fellow mercenaries followed Askier. “Not enough.” Askier muttered, licking his lips.  He was too distracted to pay his hired hands any mind and nodded at the workbench. “Should be some gil in a shelf, that’s yours for doing this for me.” Nick went to the drawer as mentioned and slipped it open.  He gave a small whistle as he peeked in side and saw how much ‘some’ meant to Askier.  The hyur gave his fellows a please smile and then watched as Askier opened the safe and pulled out a small, metal object maybe three inches long and two wide.  He blinked. “What’s that?” Nick asked.  “We came all this way for that?”  Askier nodded, grunting as he rose to his feet. “Aye.  As for what it is-it’s” Askier lurched back as Nick suddenly surged forward and slammed his fist into Askier’s face with one hand while snatching the hard drive from Askier’s hand.  The miqo’te went tumbling backwards as the hyur turned and made for the door as his subordinates drew their weapons.  “Sorrry, Askier.”  the hyur said as he stepped to the door of the vault.  “But this is where it ends.  Afraid the Garlean rabbit hired us to play you and have you lead us to this.  Don’t worry, you’re worth stabbing in the back.  Kill him.” Askier rolled over and pulled out his pistol, shooting one of the mercs in the head.  The other took covered behind a desk.  Nick was gone and Askier could hear his chocobo riding off into the desert.  The miqo’te yelled in rage and pulled out a grenade. *** Ten minutes later, Nick crested a dune and looked back.  Black smoke was pouring out of the vault and several explosions had rocked the air briefly before.  Whatever had happened, Askier was nowhere to be seen and Nick smirked. “Jorrus.” Nick said, pressing a pearl to his ear.  “I have the drive.  You have my money?” “I do.” Jorrus said, elated. “See you soon then.” Nick grinned, pleased that his cut was now much larger.

#Accountable Science #Jorrus oen Ursus #Askier Mergrey #rp #Realm Reborn #Balmung

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Ok, I’m not a big fan of these kinds of posts, but lately, I’m becoming more and more disheartened so I need to know if you’re out there. 

Please reblog this post if you are willing to write with ‘un-shippable’ muses. 

I’m talking about those muses who are perhaps elderly, who are married/taken and not liable to affairs, muses who are asexual/aromantic, or even just muses whose muns don’t really want to ship. 

While I’m always happy that anyone would want to write with me, sadly, over time I have realised that my older/married/ace muses are very rarely (virtually never) requested. So please share this on your blog so that people know they can throw their muses at you who are not going to wind up in ships or with smut threads. 

#heck yeah #stories are awesome with all types are chars!

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When your RP partner is way better than you and you have to write your reply

#Always a reblog #gods feel this all the time #;_;

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#Jorrus #for some reason this made me laugh aloud lol