#baribus

[mantleoflight]

As the ship, (Fastion suspected it belonged to Darius' Father or the father's friend), approached the Tower landing zone, Fastion busied himself speaking to a cluster of concerned voices over the radio. Well, Branson did most of the talking and supplemented what the poor ghost was trying to convey in his panicked squeaks. Echo had handled piloting and she set the ship down with such a gentle touch that he barely felt it settle against the tarmac.

Fastion stood from his seat then and gestured for her to intercept the crowd of medics gathered outside and took himself back to the crew quarters. "Darius." He murmured and stopped in the doorway. His friend was huddled about the body of the brother. Mathafew was just as much an adult as the rest of them, but he was small and it gave the impression of youth, and with Darius huddled about him, it also spoke of frailty.

"There's healers outside." He said pointedly and then waited a moment before adding, "They alerted this world's Baribus also. His ghost is here, and he likely is also. They're going to want him." He wasn't certain if the boy was conscious or not- rather hoped that he wasnt in case this went poorly.

Already he wasn't certain whether to encourage this attachment that Darius had or caution against it in case some catastrophe happened in this world also. But, his short piece said, the weapon moved back out of the doorway so that Darius would hopefully take the boy out to the medics otherwise they'd have to come in and take what Darius refused to hand over.

@sundanceofapache

It was a mess. The mission, their fireteam, the whole thing. Still, being the more experienced of their crew, Salem and Echo managed to calm the tide of people wanting to get in and help. So many people, so many thoughts, there was no way Mathafew was ready for so many people at once.

"Easy there! Only a few at a time! Medics only!" she shouted before spotting the grim figure of Baribus Thatch. He marched his way up, his features set like the grim reaper itself as he stepped onto the gangplank.

"Where are they?" he asked, his voice cold and forceful. "Where is my son?"

Stoat appeared beside his head, a little cloud of pixels dissipating behind him. "He wants to know where Mathafew is," he said helpfully, looking over at Echo.

Echo looked at the two and canted her head. "Which means you're probably his dad, right? Hunter, Baribus Thatch?"

"Yes," Baribus replied briskly. "Now where is my son?"

Echo looked over as Salem glanced up the gangway. "He's this way," she said, waving him along as she jogged up the gangplank. "You're not going to like what you see, but he's alive."

She led him through the ship and to the cramped crew quarters of her ship. It was lucky she'd recently gotten an upgrade or she never would've been able to transport them all. With a few taps on a wall keypad, the door to the ship's quarters opened, revealing the three figures of Fastion, Darius, and Mathafew inside.

Echo frowned and led Baribus in, glancing back at him uncertainly. "Salem did his best to fix him up... but Warlock Light can't do much for fixing things after a psychic attack..."

A chill entered the room, weighing the air heavily as Baribus stepped inside. His golden green eyes took in the scene like a hawk surveying the horizon. It seemed they had just finished talking as the Titan turned to leave and found him standing there. Baribus didn't recognize him, most likely a new light caught in the frenzy of the mission. The second he recognized, though only by his jacket and armaments, was the one who helped Mathafew bring him back.

He didn't spare a glance for either of them though, his focus drawn to Mathafew, curled up in the man's arms like a child in the throes of a night terror. His expression softened as he knelt down, reaching over to stroke his son's hair. "Oh, Mathafew," he said gently.

"He can't walk," the young man murmured softly. "We didn't know the Egregore would affect him like this..."

"It's a psychic fungus that feeds on death," the hunter said darkly, "your commanders should have known better."

The other man's jaw clenched at his words but he didn't say anything. Instead, he kept his gaze on Mathafew, pointedly avoiding looking at the stony-faced hunter. Gently, Baribus slipped his hands around Mathafew, as if to pull him away, but he seemed to hold fast, pulling himself closer to Darius if possible. Perplexed, he loosened his grip.

"You must've had quite the impression on him," Baribus said, his tone soft and quiet as he too gazed at Mathafew. "I've never seen him hold onto anyone like that besides me."

"I had a little brother before I came to the tower," the young man said softly. "I guess you could say we connected over that..."

Baribus frowned and ran his thumb over Mathafew's brow. He could sense the man was dodging his statement, or the implications of it anyway. Before he could say anything, the young man leaned forward and whispered to the young psychic.

"Mathafew," he said, his voice soft and gentle. "Mathafew, it's alright. It's okay to let go."

To the hunter's astonishment, his son obeyed, his fingers slowly uncurling from the young man's clothes. In moments, Mathafew released the young man, allowing himself to be pulled into Baribus' arms. Stunned, the hunter looked down at him and then at the young man beside him. Now that he saw him properly, he couldn't help seeing the remarkable resemblances Mathafew had told him about. The narrow eyes, long nose, and contour of his cheeks. Yet there were other traits, one's so familiar yet he couldn't put a name to them.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice a low whisper.

The young man pursed his lips, his uncertainty plain on his face. "I'm..." he paused, struggling to find his words, before heaving a sigh and shaking his head. "I have so many answers to that question, so many things to say that could explain..." He closed his eyes, grimacing as he fought with the pain of his decisions. "I an anomaly. You could say I'm like the Stranger on Europa... Someone from a different timeline, who came to make sure this one didn't end up like theirs. Like mine..." The young man looked away, his expression so much like the hunter's when he brooded on thoughts he didn't want to voice. Vague, roundabout, not wanting to confront whatever it was that tied them to this supposed time traveler...

Baribus hardened his gaze. "Your name," he said sternly, drawing up the young man's gaze. "Tell me your name and if we have qualms as what I suppose we do, considering how you hedge yourself, we'll say no more of it."

The young man blinked at him as if he'd grown two heads, but quickly regained his composure.

"Darius," the young man replied hesitantly. "My name is Darius."

Baribus felt his shoulders fall.

Darius. His Darius. his young, bright-eyed lad who caught fish to show his mother. His spry, dark-haired son, who ran amongst the tide pools, kicking up water while chasing crabs and sea birds, whose long nose and blue eyes looked just like his while his cheeks, chin, and raven hair looked just like his mother's.

"Darius?" he asked, reaching for the young man, his throat strained and dry. "My Darius?"

The expression on the young man's face lit up, recognition breaking through his nervous facade like sunlight through clouds. In an instant, Baribus had him by the shoulder and pulled him in for a tight hug which was returned with equal fervor. His boy, his son, his sea skipper lad, was returned to him!

[leerofthevinegaroons]

Been nice knowing you Baribus, Commodore won't be happy his fledgling is locked in a dungeon.

“It’s not a dungeon,” Baribus replied pointedly, trying to appear as stone faced as possible. “I’ve merely relocated his things from his room upstairs down where neither he will be harmed nor will anyone else when he has his fits. It is the best I can do for him, given the circumstances.”

Two truths and a lie, though whether his new handler will be able to discern which one is the lie will probably determine if he gets his throat ripped out.

The compromised Videre is not eager to test the waters…

[mando-of-esverr]

“   something  tells  me  you’re  not  satisfied .   ”

Baribus Thatch narrowed his gold and olive eyes until they were pale golden slits behind his leather visor.

"Indeed," he said tersely. "With all due respect, Master Kenobi, this whole war, namely the use and creation of Republic's very own clone army, has been so divisive that for the first time in two Esverran centuries, a factional split has emerged on Esverr. Two hundred years of unity sir, split because of the underhanded dealings of the Republic members."

Baribus took a breath and regained his composure. He was a tall, lean, man with dark hair and an ornate uniform of dark blue with pale gold accents. Though cut in a more archaic naval style, the colors and embroidery marked him as the liaison of a Noble Esverran Household, namely the Heraldy Household, a lower Viscount but powerful merchant family of Esverr.

The man took another breath and leveled his gaze with the jedi.

"Our people have been friends of the Jedi for longer than our world has been in the Republic. However, if the Republic cannot rectify this situation with the clones, I fear the divide may worsen and lead to factional alliances with the Republic and the Separatists. Their Royal Majesties have already issued petitions to both sides for a peaceful resolution. But if the conflict continues..." He frowned deeply, making his long face seem longer. "I fear Esverr will become bloodied with a deadlier siste-civil-war to the one you are fighting now."

[its-a-full-galaxy]

OOC || Second free thoughts from school

//So, thanks to their mixed ancestry of Miraluka & Esverran Natives, modern Esverrans also have unique visual abilities that have only been traditionally unlocked via the training and the "Scourging" that the Videre go through which changes their eye colors and structures.

//These abilities range from enhanced sight abilities (Scourmen) like night vision, extended range vision, and even seeing through some organic objects; to those abilities plus mild telepathy and amplified empathic awareness (Truemen).

//This means all Videre are seriously drilled on how and when to use their abilities. They're drilled on etiquette, muscle control, and proper boundaries regarding how they use their abilities around other people. Respect and propriety are strictly enforced in inner Videre culture, with the rules and code of conduct codified within the Vidor code. Because the Videre were seen as trusted people within the Esverran society, the conduct of a Videre was vigorously scrutinized since the abilities they had required them to have Character Beyond Reproach. That didn't mean they had to be perfect, but they couldn't be people of Disrepute. (Think George Washington's rules of civility and the higher expectations of aristocratic behavior)

//This is actually one of the reasons why Darius adheres so tightly to rules whereas others in his Covert would treat things more loosely. As a Videre, he had a strict code of conduct which was also taught and enforced by his father, Baribus, who was also a Scourmen Videre.

//It's one of the things Tajur has had to work with him on in hopes of making him less high-strung as a Mandalorian. Darius still struggles with it but has been learning how to manage his standards and expectations vs accepting the reality of things regarding himself and others.

[mantleoflight]

would you ship this: echo and calus

Echo gazed at this suggestion with abject horror.

“My dear grey face in the light, HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT HE DOES WITH PEOPLE WHO SIDE WITH HIM!? WE STILL HAVEN’T FOUND THE BONES OF MATCH, HIS DEVOTED PSION, OR ANYTHING MORE THAN A BROKEN GHOST SHELL FROM HIS SHADOW OF EARTH. DEATH FOLLOWS THAT MAN LIKE A PLAGUE!!!”

(Hhhhh I actually would’ve possibly shipped it in Season of Opulence, with Echo being such an impressionable young guardian. But Season if the Haunted!Calus? Oh boy howdy, he be grosser than a rotten mushroom there ><;; A BRILLIANTLY written villain, but not someone who’d draw Echo in. ><;; )

[leerofthevinegaroons]

@toodamnloyal

Classic sea shanties like:

"I fucking hate this ship and I cannot wait to get off."

"I got off the ship on the dock but I know I'm going to get back on the ship when my leave is up. Fuck."

"Storm."

"Big storm."

"Is it just me or does this ship have like. Really clean lines. Like damn. Okay. Not saying I'm feeling attracted to the ship, per se, but. Damn."

"Sometimes you see weird shit that you cannot explain and you just kinda have to shrug and go. Welp."

[leerofthevinegaroons]

Bari: -sees Theo about to be taken prisoner by Black Beard-

Bari: Welp looks like I'm going pirate hunting.

Vini: How exciting! I'll get my things.

Bari: My lady, no.

Vini: My lady, yes! I am not losing an opportunity like this!

Bari: My lady, I can bear protecting you from bogles and fiends on your expeditions, but pirates my lady???

Vini: Yes, now let's get going!

[red-flight]

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-Favorite RP character of mine

Well, I am very attached to my boys here. But the character that I've had the longest is @toodamnloyal I've had Theo for close to 9 years now. My first indie rp character was a child OC named Sky, she started off as a Firefly OC and then grew from there. I also really love my Mandalorian OC named Tajur Jaing, I'd love to do more with him as well.

-Favorite of someone else's

That is honestly easily Baribus Thatch from @leerofthevinegaroons Baribus is so well thought out and wonderful, I thought he was a canon muse for a very long time. He's a personal favorite of mine to write with and most of my muses have threads with Bari

-Favorite RP ship

Honestly.... i don't really ship much. I have been exploring shipping with Tycho a little bit over on discord. But usually I am so shy about shipping as it makes me personally uncomfortable that I just don't do it much

-Favorite ship of someone else

This goes back to Baribus, I love Baribus' relationship with Lady Lavinia. It's all unrequited and quite adorable.

-Favorite RP ive been in

Any time I get to have long involved plotted out storylines. I love things that don't happen in a vacuum, being able to have lots of interacting characters and stories etc, I am a sucker for being able to talk about characters who my muses know even when they aren't directly involved in a thread. Things like that.

-Wishlist

I really, really want to do things with Tycho and Hobbie during their time with the empire and the immediate aftermath of their defections. They had such drastically different means of finding their way to the Alliance and trying to put their lives back together after lots of tragedy.

[mando-of-esverr]

//Been thinking about Darius in Destiny and how I'd actually really like an Osiris to take him as his student - not to teach him but maybe to study him, to put him on the right path to avoid becoming Wrathborn again. Bc in one of my ideas, Darius does become a wrathborn, consumed by vengeance over the murder of his father and brother by the forces of the Hive Goddess of war, Xivu Arath. So he goes out to try and root out any Wrathborn or Hive of her broods he can, unwittingly following the very path that gives her strength.

//At the end of the line, I imagine he might become more Wrathborn than himself bc of how much of his mind his vengeance has taken and how much influence of Xivu Arath's cryptoliths would have in changing him without him knowing before it's too late.

//I actually imagine Osiris knowing his father, possibly having worked with him at some point, and having gone out to investigate the Cryptoliths only to find Darius there as a Wrathborn. Little does he know that killing him mercifully doesn't work when one's life is being powered by that of a Wish Dragon, and a father's wish that takes life from another to revive your own.

//Osiris would've learned that firsthand and probably would've been quite alarmed and astonished when Sagira revived him and he found Darius mostly healed through his borrowed Light. Darius would've been horrified upon waking up and finding himself *healed* by another's Light. Fortunately, not even a Wish can take a Guardian's full light and Sagira was able to revive Osiris. But seeing a wrathborn cured and mostly restored from their mutated, mindless form--it must certainly be something worth investigating.

//I

//Have a lot of thoughts about this but I'm not quite sure what to do with them so have them as they are. ><;;

[leerofthevinegaroons]

Baribus reached blindly about as he was guided to the chair, his only knowledge of it coming from his own master's drifting thoughts. Those he let drift anyway. Even so, the young man's head hurt all the more as he tried to keep his mind focused. But the brush of his mentor's mind soothed the ache, and he quickly reached out for it.

It was a strange and frightening thing to wake up in a past that was so like and unlike your own. Like going to sleep and waking up in a dream real enough to think you were awake. This had to be a dream. this couldn't possibly be anything else.

"B-because I've already been scourged," Baribus answered, the headache making it difficult to speak or even string words together. "I was chosen as a scourman... but now I wake up to find myself becoming a trueman..."

He turned his head, blind, covered eyes aching as he tried to look beyond his eyelids at the figure beside him. "I think this is a dream," he said in a soft voice. "No... I'm almost certain of it... none of this could be if it wasn't..."

The more the young videre thought about it, the more the dream theory made sense. But then, how did he intend to wake up? And how could he do it while he was still asleep? Yes, he'd roused himself plenty a time when he felt himself lucid dreaming. But this... this was another matter altogether and he wasn't sure if he was really dreaming or not...

Markathew listened to his apprentice, he focused his eyes and his mind on the young man and his concern only grew. It was strange to watch thoughts and memories try to slip their way out of a mind he had always known to be keen and quick. Stranger still to see years added to the very young face that was turned toward him and through both the blindfold and closed kids it was still possible to see the older man with sharp features and odd golden eyes.

“Why shouldn’t you have been scourged?” Markathew felt a cold pit in his stomach as he anticipated the answer, but forced himself to ask anyway. He guided Baribus to a chair and then sat himself opposite, leaned forward and folded his hands. Worried that the young-old man would become more distressed without contact to anchor him in blindness he made sure to brush his mind against his apprentice as he peered into the swirling thoughts and memories.

It was only after asking that he had realized yet another change. Of course over the short year he had known the young man, his accent had lost many of its hard edges. He’d become properly educated, and had been working hard to adopt a new persona. Yes…yes that was what had been strange… The gentlemanly figure that his apprentice had been working so hard to craft, he was looking at it realized, perfected from many years of work until that was the only Baribus to exist….

Markathew sat up in his chair and stared at the young man across from him with a new understanding in his own white eyes.

@leerofthevinegaroons

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[pawnshopsouls]

//Boy my brain is all over the place tonight. From bouncing around wolfwalkers and peter pan au ideas with my boy Baribus and my buddy's character Mathafew ( @sundanceofapache ), to thinking about Salem in different contexts and situations (especially that Bond of Fire comic. Him waking up as an ash knight and being like "Huh well this is new. This must be what Bonely feels like waking up as somethin' different everyday."

//But also thinking about Hazbin Hotel (a series I've only touched on and sort of viewed from afar since I've been on different kicks) and how both Salem and Bonely would appear in their skeleforms and are probably only there bc someone successfully did the "demon sacrifice" thing but instead of being killed, he literally just got sucked into hell as a kind of indentured servant or something. Idk, still thinking on it.

//But you can see where my brain is bouncing and not staying on one topic long enough to write anything down. So I don't think I'll be writing any replies tonight but I'll def be up for chatting!

[its-a-full-galaxy]

//Saw a vampire prompt earlier and got to thinking about Darius in the vampire scene and the funniest Scenario came to mind.

//Like, picture this: Darius and his father are in the Bodugyard business. A guy wants to contract Baribus's services but since he's already contracted with Lord Heraldy, the offer goes to Darius. Darius, thinking he's scored a good contract, heads out and does his best to be the best damn bodyguard this guy has ever had.

//And he succeeds! The guy is actually impressed and says something along the lines of, "You know, you've given me such good service, I think I'd like to retain you for the next few centuries."

//Darius, who thinks this is absurdist humor, laughs. "Heh! Yeah, if you can afford my contract that long. Retention gets pretty expensive after the first half century!"

//To which the guy just grins at him. "I think I have the means to manage."

//Cue the next scene of Darius waking up in a coffin just, "Wtf???" and the guy grinning at him like, "So, about that retention fee."

[mando-of-esverr]

@sundanceofapache

[mantleoflight]

Darius Lieur || Nightmares

Darius panted and shifted in his sleep, the battlefields of his dreams rising and falling like blackened tides. He held his sword, its long, curved blade striking and cutting between chitin and carapace. Black and purple and red spilled from the shapeless enemies that faced him, their gangling, grasping arms ever reaching to stay his limbs, to try and hold him prone for the fiends ahead of him.

He let out a gargled cry as his own blood dribbled forth from his raw throat, yet still he pursued.

"OH, MY WARRIOR OF DEATH, MY RED BLADE, DEVOUR OF DRAGONS AND WISHES. YOU CLAIM THIS FRAIL, HUMAN, MORTAL FORM WHEN YOU COULD BE HERE, IMMORTALIZED IN THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES! YOU WERE ONCE OF MY BROOD, MY MARK STILL SEARS YOUR SOUL! COME! RETURN! RECLAIM YOUR CHITIN SWORD AND GILD MY ALTARS WITH BLOOD!"

"NOOO!" Darius roared, swinging his sword toward the voice but finding himself alone, empty-handed in a dark room.

Soft footsteps padded outside as the door creaked open, a tall, golden-eyed hunter gazing in through the crack. Baribus leaned in, his golden gaze sweeping the room. "Darius? Are you alright?" he asked, in a low voice.

Darius twisted in his bed and quickly ran his hands through his hair, the strands slicked back with his sweat. "Yeah-yeah," he said breathlessly. "Just-just a bad dream."

Baribus frowned and knit his brow. "Would... you like to come out? Perhaps drink some tea to settle your nerves?"

Darius looked at Baribus, his eyes glinting balefully in the hallway light. It wasn't his father, not the one from his timeline, but it was still him... somehow, even now in time when the man himself was risen and a guardian with Mathafew as a psychic son, Baribus Thatch was still himself.

"Yeah," Darius said with a wavering smile. "Yeah, I think I will..."

[leerofthevinegaroons]

What herb cures all ailments?

Baribus pondered a bit, stroking his chin before looking over at Theodore with a cocked brow. “Thyme?”