#aorf

[mrfartpowered]

almost every s1 “AORF”

[shadows-and-science-gone-mad]

STORY: The Anomalous Objects

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AO-001

“Suicide Diamond”

Security Level: MODERATE

Cube of crystallized carbon, 50 centimeters across.

Chemically and physically inert.

Emits constant low-level psionic radiation.

Observed to trigger suicidal tendencies in subjects exposed for greater than five minutes.

Store in soundproof room.

AO-002

“Pulse”

Security Level: MODERATE

Humanoid entity, 2.5 meters tall.

Body comprised of pure dark matter.

Fully sentient.

Claims to be over 12 billion years old.

Demonstrates limited control over electromagnetism.

House in cell containing no ferrous materials.

AO-003

“Phoneoraptor sarcophagi”

Security Level: MAXIMUM

Reptilian creature, 3 meters long.

Uncontrollably agressive.

Dead-end digestive system.

Hyper-efficient metabolism.

Able to maintain high level of activity indefinitely.

Must be sedated and physically restrained at all times.

AO-004

“Julia Connors”

Security Level: LOW

Human female, 13 years old.

Has unidentified medical condition.

Skin flakes off, revealing blue energy field underneath.

Condition is not contagious.

No special security measures required.

Identify condition, develop cure, and release from A.O.R.F. custody.

AO-005

“Plague of Eyes”

Security Level: MAXIMUM

Viral infection, possible bioweapon.

Causes growth of large blisters across entire body.

Blisters then develop into functioning eyeballs.

Resulting sensory overload induces catatonic state in patient.

Highly contagious.

Contain at all costs.

AO-006

“Lifestone”

Security Level: MODERATE

Opal-like gemstone, 10 centimeters across.

Converts raw materials into living beings.

Utilizes any matter it comes into physical contact with.

Store in vacuum chamber, suspended in magnetic field.

[pensunique]

Herringbone design fountain pen from beginning to completion. #artistsatthesheepdip #aorf#warwickshireopenstudios2019 #cafdgg #aitp2019 #rugbyartist #lamporthall #southhillpark #pens #sallyevansevents #fountainpen #fountainpenday #unique #handcrafted #notonthehighstreet #onlybespoke #landmarkartscentre #luxurygifts #herringbone #segmented https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx7xVAKAW1Q/?igshid=d17yig7vwt9t

[sevdiginkadin]

Aorf dem çay içtin mi hiç

Ney dem çay

[devynsketches]

Rest in peace ❤️ • • • • #chadwickboseman #blackpanther #marvel #rip #ripchadwickboseman #potrait #digitalsketchbook #sketch_onn #painting #artzoom #contemporaryart #blue ##marshall #da5bloods #draw #marveluniverse #marvelcomics https://www.instagram.com/p/CEkCdL-AoRF/?igshid=ps5rccdp57j9

[wenzellonestarmeat]

Bison Bacon Burger! Two half pound patties. #bison #bisonbaconburgers #hamiltontexas (at Hamilton, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-ZiMb-AOrf/?igshid=46xo9c1j5f2m

[davidscottphoto]

So much to do. So little time. #slides #transparency (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8ZiEk-AOrf/?igshid=10pwep5qg1qy5

[askwaterwitch-perbear]

“Peridot, hurry up grab all your stuff we’re leaving.”

“Lapis, What do we do about our evolved barn, are we just going to leave the beds?”

“Mhmm. Yeah, just leave’em, you never know when we might wanna take a nap later. Just take the sheets off and fold’em up like you like to do. Grab Pumpkin and let’s be off.”

“Pumpkin come on, We’re taking you to see our new place with Topaz.”

“Ruff! Aorf! Bawa’ruff ruff!”

[kaio-jj]

長年、maresのプラフィンを使ってきた。 3足使い潰したところで、日本では定番のフルフットゴムフィンに変えてみた。 GULL のブラックワープ XL 。 噂では最高と聞いていたが… なんせ、足首が痛くなる… なんか重い。疲れる割にそれ程速くない。 といろいろ悩んでたら、同じ様なこと言ってる投稿を発見❗ 限定、オリジナルというフレーズに釣られて購入❗ メーカーの物とゴムの素材が違ってフロート素材のゴムを使用。してるらしい 硬さはワープのホワイトレベル。らしい しかも安定性を考えてオリジナルカットをフィン先に加工したモデル。らしい さぁ、早速海で確かめてみよう❗ で、いつ海に出るの❓ 今でしょっ❗ というわけにいかない… いつでしょっ❓ ていうのが現実…(*ﾉ∀＜) #kaiomarinephotography #canon #scubadiving #scubaphoto #scubalove #underwaterphoto #underwaterphotography #underwater #diving #divinglover #ダイビング #ダイビング好きな人と繋がりたい #水中撮影 #水中写真 #写真好きな人と繋がりたい #撮影好きな人と繋がりたい #gull #fin #ワープフィン https://www.instagram.com/p/BuEEvm-AorF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=698mptjlulou

[okieapache70]

#Godisnotdead #Jesus #Jesussaves #Christian #Worship #kingofkings #HolySpirit #Christianquotes #quotes #believers #trueGod #salvation #help #hope #love #Christiantothecore #instachrist #instapray #thecross #Christianworship #God #HolyBible https://www.instagram.com/p/BtbHFQ-AOrF/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1cy2wkzsgccjx

[shadows-and-science-gone-mad]

70-100, Pulse. Have at it, fucker ;D

thankyousomuchcalumyoureamazing

You guys seem to really want to know more about Pulse lmao

70. What about your oc’s lifestyle would they change if they had the ability? Why?

Well, first of all, it’d probably like to not be in a prison cell all day.

71. What is your oc’s go-to for offense? What weapon, what style of fighting? Or are words more their weapon of choice?

It can psychically manipulate electromagnetism, so it generally tends to default to that in any combat situations.

72. What is your oc’s ideal environment like? Urban or natural? Fancy or rustic? What’s the weather like?

It likes floating in the void of space, just watching the universe pass it by. It’s one of the few things that actually seems to calm it down.

73. If your oc were to be arrested, what would it most likely be for? Is it justified? Have they actually been arrested before?

Wrecking that brouscari freighter kinda drew a lot of attention, which led to the AORF capturing it and containing it within their facility. It’s currently being held in a cell within the Facility, monitored by security cameras at all times.

74. How would your oc act when drunk? What about when really, really tired?

It doesn’t need to drink or sleep, so probably the same. Maybe a bit grouchier (if that’s possible)

75. What would your oc’s dream home be like? How big would it be? What sorts of rooms would be in it? Where would it be located?

It isn’t really a “home” sort of being. As I said, it actually prefers just floating aimlessly through the emptiness between planets. So, I suppose its “dream home” would be unrestricted freedom to do that for as long as it wants (which, given how ancient it is already, is probably a really long time)

76. What is/was your oc’s relationship with their family like? Was it happy, tense, or abusive? What living family does your oc currently have, if any?

It doesn’t have a family. It just sort of...coalesced out of the nothingness one day.

77. Does your oc like to wear any particular accessories? Hats, jewelry, scarves, etc.?

It wears a collar to dampen its electromagnetic abilities, but it doesn’t particularly like wearing that, it just has to.

78. How socially skilled is your oc? Are they good at understanding social cues? How charismatic are they?

It talks a lot, but it doesn’t particularly enjoy talking. Mostly, it only talks when it really has to. It understands social cues enough to exploit them into making everyone else uncomfortable. It is super charismatic in the worst possible way: it commands attention and you can’t stop listening to it, but GOD do you want to.

79. For what reason would your oc turn into a villain? And if they’re already a villain, vice-versa?

I think the only thing that would stop it from being a complete jackass to everyone it encounters would be if it came across someone it genuinely enjoys speaking to, and establishes a degree of mutual respect that it feels comfortable with.

80. What is your oc’s handwriting like? How easy to read is it? Can they write/read cursive?

Very scratchy and difficult-to-decipher.

81. How good is your oc at drawing? What is their preferred art medium, and what is their artstyle like?

It doesn’t really have any motivation to draw, so it probably isn’t very good.

82. What would be your oc’s ultimate dream vacation? Where would they go? Who would they take with them? What would they do?

Currently, its big goal is to just get out of the Facility. Once that’s taken care of, it’d probably find some dying star to watch collapse by itself. When you’ve been alive for as long as it has, “vacations” kind of lose all meaning.

83. What is your oc’s favourite trait about themselves? What about their least liked? What would others like and dislike the most about your oc?

It has such a monumental ego that it refuses to acknowledge any personal faults whatsoever. Though, of course, everyone else hates how much of a jerk it is.

84. Is your oc more masculine, feminine, androgynous, or something else entirely?

It identifies and presents as neutrally as possible.

85. What would history remember your oc for? How would they become famous? Or are they the sort that would really only be appreciated long after their death?

I mean, the aforementioned brouscari incident was a pretty big deal. It was pretty much the first time anyone had ever successfully attacked the brouscari, and the fact that it was an individual entity that caused such havoc was especially noteworthy.

86. What would someone assume about your oc based on their appearance? Would those assumptions be correct?

Given that it looks like a charred skeleton with glowing eyes, most people would probably assume that it’s crazy evil. Then, they’d start talking to it and realize that it’s not evil, just a dick.

87. What are some of your oc’s physical weak spots? What about emotional/moral ones?

Physically, those scrawny little legs are probably fairly easy to knock out. One good leg sweep should at the very least disorient it. And it takes so much to damage its ego that nobody’s really managed it yet.

88. Does your oc hold grudges? For how long? Does your oc have any rivals?

It knows the name of every single person who has ever wronged it, and it will. Not. Forget.

89. What does your oc’s laugh sound like? How often do they laugh? Are they easily amused?

idk, a mix of condescending and maniacal maybe? I haven’t really thought about this one too much.

90. Does your oc have any objects they could never give up? Why is it so important to them? Do they have any family heirlooms?

It likes that rubber ball, but only because that’s pretty much the only thing to distract it from the mind-numbing boredom of life in the Facility.

91. What is your oc’s typical posture like? Do they slouch, or stand straight? How much space do they usually take up, both physically and figuratively?

It stands about 6’6”, though it does slouch a lot. It will utterly dominate any conversation it partakes in.

92. What trait does your oc appreciate or admire the most in others? Why?

Keeping quiet. Because it doesn’t like having to talk about itself too much.

93. What is your oc’s preferred learning style? Observation, hands-on, instruction? Do they take notes or memorize?

Definitely hands-on. Why just read about something when you can experience it firsthand?

94. Does your oc rely more on a logical or emotional mindset? What situations would this be the opposite?

It is a being almost purely driven by emotions. Mostly spite.

95. How is your oc about keeping someone else’s secret? Are they the gossiping type, are do they hold true on their promise to keep things quiet?

If it respects the person enough, it will not relay their secrets to anyone. Otherwise, it will keep the secret until the end of that conversation, then broadcast it as loudly and widely as possible.

96. Describe your oc in three words. What three words would they use to describe themselves?

“Rude Void Person” and “The Fucking Best”, respectively.

97. How old is your oc physically? How old are they in mental maturity? When are they most mature, and when are they the least?

As it is hewn from the very fabric of the cosmos itself, it is at least 7 billion years old. Possibly older. It behaves as if it were 16 or 17, for the most part, though it has shown some moments of greater wisdom or empathy.

98. Is your oc the type to have a lot of fairly good friends, have a small group of close friends, have one or two best friends, or have no friends at all? Who are they closest to?

As I’ve mentioned throughout this and the last post, there is one other person who it likes and respects, but I’m still working on what her deal is.

99. What is your oc’s morning routine usually like? What do they eat for breakfast (if they have breakfast)? What time do they usually get up in the morning?

Pace around its cell until the lights come on, practice tricks with the ball, answer any questions the scientists want to pester it with, repeat until AO-003 decides to escape again, at which point listen to the screams coming from the floor above it.

100. Does your character ever swear? How often? How vulgar is their swearing?

Oh, it curses like a fuckin’ sailor.

[pensunique]

Rainbow fountain pen made from dyed Rippled Maple. #fruitdebois #aorf #rugbyartist #lamporthall #upstairsgallery #rugbyartistsandmakers #unique #pens #handcrated #rainbow #rainbowpen #warwickshireopenstudios2019 #aitp2019 #sallyevansevents #notonthehighstreet #onlybespoke #fountainpen #fountainpenday #landmarkartscentre #maple https://www.instagram.com/p/BxcqswXjqjq/?igshid=1vlva1vw8fam0

[daily-jojoanimals]

!!!!!!!!Aorf!

Woauf Woauf BarK!!! BORKBORK!!! (hello!!! friend dance iwasuke??? pleas??)-Iwasuke (daily-jojoanimals)

“people might’ve been stabbed but this is the best ball so far!”

@daily-jojoanimals

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[shadows-and-science-gone-mad]

Containment Breach

Trigger Warnings: gore

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*ALERT*

*ASSET OUT OF CONTAINMENT*

*ALL SECURITY PERSONNEL REPORT TO LEVEL THREE IMMEDIATELY*

*ALL OTHER PERSONNEL EVACUATE TO DESIGNATED SAFE ZONES*

Hawkins groaned as he heard the alarm. Of course 003 broke out. If any Asset was going to try to make a break for it, it’d be that one. 001 wasn’t even animate, and 002 was smart enough to know that escaping was a waste of time. 003, though? Hawkins had seen a lot of strange and dangerous things in his time, but he’d never seen a living thing express that level of sheer, unbridled hatred until he’d locked eyes with 003. He’d warned the lab-coats that it’d be safer if it was euthanized on the spot, but they hadn’t listened.

And, now, it was loose in the facility. And he had to get it back in its cage.

He stepped in the armory, finding Burke already there, loading up her tranq rifle. She looked up as he entered, giving a small smirk when she recognized him. As Hawkins grabbed his own rifle and began loading it, she spoke: 

“So, 003, huh?”

“I’d noticed,” he responded tersely.

Burke finished loading her rifle, cocking it once in an overly dramatic fashion. “I bet the lab-coats are wishing they’d listened to you now, don’t they?”

“I can imagine.” Hawkins was too preoccupied with getting his gear together to feel like much of a conversationalist. He knew that Burke wanted to be his friend, but years of working in security had taught him that close relationships were a bad idea. You never knew when one of your friends would end up eviscerated by some monster, or thrown out an airlock, or forcibly converted into a robot, or countless other possible gruesome fates.

Luckily, it seemed that Burke had taken his hint that he didn’t want to talk, and the two went about suiting up in relative silence. Soon enough, they had set off for Level Three. They didn’t know what exactly was waiting for them when they arrived.

But they knew it couldn’t be good.

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“Help me!”

Burke’s cries echoed through Level Three’s narrow hallways. Some bizarre aspect of the facility’s architecture resulted in her desperate screams reverberating for far longer than they would have in any normal structure. The echoes took so long to fade that they were interrupted by her next screams of pain.

“Hawkins, help me!”

Hawkins barely registered his surroundings as he ran through the corridors. They’d only been on Level Three for ten minutes, yet they had already gotten separated and, by the sound of things, Burke had encountered 003. Fortunately, her tracking bracelet was still functional, and Hawkins was able to use its link to his HUD to find her in the maze-like facility. If he survived this experience, he’d have a serious word with the architect who designed this floorplan.

“Oh god, Hawkins, help!”

He was getting close now. Just another 10 meters, and he should be right in front of her. Nobody had to die today.

8 meters now...

5 meters…

3…

2…

1…

“Hawkins!”

He turned the corner, his rifle primed to fire on the monster that was attacking his coworker. But, when the scene of carnage before him stood fully revealed, he suddenly found himself unable to act.

Hawkins’ path was blocked by 003, its 3-meter body filling the cramped hallway. Its body, an oily black patchwork of humanoid and reptilian parts, shimmered in the flashing alarm lights. Its jagged yellowed teeth protruded from its bulldog-like jaws at grotesque angles. Hawkins could see that they were stained with blood.

Clutched in one of its thin clawed hands was a severed human arm. The skin-tone matched Burke. A tracking bracelet beeped softly around its blood-stained wrist.

As Hawkins tried to process the flood of information, 003 opened its jaws. Its long neck shuddered as a strained sound escaped from its lipless mouth.

“Hawkins! Help me!”

Then, with a swing of 003’s clawed arms, Hawkins met an untimely end.

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