#cecil rp

[thevoiceofnv]

[ @dr-carlosrobles — ]

Cecil just likes to feel the rain, sometimes.

He is so horrendously old— older than the winds, the storms, the rains under his command. There is so much he has done, and still he feels a lack.

It is not unlike the vacuum he first awoke in, this feeling. It is an untethered feeling, unanchored. He feels tossed on the waves his own storms create, and still no closer to steady ground for it.

Flat on their back in the sand, Cecil sighs, eyes wide open, staring upwards into the storm clouds they've gathered over themself. Over this section of the beach, it pours; a storm rages, and Cecil, spread starfish on his back, lets himself absorb the sand, lets the waves lap against them as high tide comes in, lets lightning crackle and snap down into the ocean with every flash of their tattoos and heavy rumble of thunder.

They just feel this way, sometimes. It's better to let it out like this than keep it in too long.

The air pressure changes on the beach. Cecil feels it— of course, he feels it. He feels every lick of wind everywhere, every change in temperature, every shift in density; the air, the winds, the clouds, the storms, the weather, the rain, the lightning, the thunder, the magnificence, it is all theirs.

Lifting her near-nonexistent head, Cecil blinks through the driving rain in search of the source of the shift. She doesn't need to have a human body— or a human name, or anything human at all, really— but, it's something to do. And it all feels far more properly theatrical when she's fling out on the sand physically, not just metaphorically.

There is a shape down the beach, it realizes.

It'd thought this stretch was empty, remote; that's why it came here, specifically, when it realized it had to release: to hide. It'd hate to hurt somebody who wandered over just because it doesn't have control.

Cecil begins attempting to calm the storm, to quell it, to stuff it back away for now. It's an effort; he sits up in the sand, fists gripping the wet granules in gritty palmfuls, and concentrates, scars and tattoos and markings flashing with each bolt of lightning, head pounding with the rumbling thunder, until the rain has begun to subside, his emotions compressed backwards— and the weather with it.

With this lessened rain, Cecil can see so much more.

He can see a… a person.

A person?

He thinks they might be a person. Maybe.

Are they, though?

[heimer-ask]

@dr-viktor-talis, @bighammered. Listen, my students! A child has disappeared in Zaun... Her name is Isha, she's the daughter of Jinx and we have no leads about her whereabouts! I insist you come to the Undercity's aid, lest Jinx escalates the situation further!

Commander Kiramman and company are gathering their forces as we speak, so I insist you come to their aid!

[townofcadence]

A bunch of others' OCs as Chibis!! I used bases by Cosmind! Thank you all for being here, you guys are amazing and i'm so grateful to interact with you!! And thank you for liking or reply to the post to get one lol.

If you like yours and want a bigger version just hit me up! i have them all with white borders and bigger sizes like stickers in my art program :3

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

is this hell? am i in hell?

[lordincognito]

🌧️{time for time shenanigans! Tossing young Cecil towards the duke}

There was loud thud as a girl with vitiligo skin, long black and white hair and matching wings, is dropped in front of the duke’s desk. The young girl was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, a long dark purple sarafan with embroidered sparrows, daffodils, and winter daphnes on it. She swallows, the wings by her eats flapping slightly. “Um, hello!” She says as she rushes to stand up.

@goose-of-the-fatui

If he had a mora for every time a kid fell out of nowhere into his fortress he would have two mora which isn't a lot, but it's weird it happened twice.

"Hello! That was quite the fall, are you alright? If not we can go to the infirmary.

Ah I almost forgot I'm Wriothesley, the administrator of the place you just fell in."

[cecil---markowitz]

-an Iris Message comes through-

"Heyyyyy babes? Uh, so, Don't freak out......"

Uhhh, no promises

What's up, sweetie?

[goose-of-the-fatui]

"Cecil! Can I stay with you? There's someone in the Pavillion. Childe told me to stay with you."

@thewanderingpuppet

(continued over here?)

Cecil, who was in the middle of cutting some apples, looks towards Kabukimono. She raises her left wing and beckons him closer. “Of course, Kabuki.”

[asklordnoel]

The goose honks at him

@goose-of-the-fatui

“Gah?!— Oh, it’s just you. What is it you want, goose? Do you wish to admire me?”

[manganyeh]

A halovian girl with vitiligo skin, long black and white hair and matching wings, stumbles a bit in front of Robin. The young girl was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, a long dark purple sarafan with embroidered sparrows, daffodils, and winter daphnes on it. She swallows, the wings by her eats flapping slightly. “U-Um, hello!”

@goose-of-the-fatui

"Oh hello there I'm Robin whats your name?" Robin smiles gently her hand on her chest

[mudstoneabyss]

clears throat taps mic. Kevin isn't really into Carlos doing scientific experiments on him aside from vivisection, maybe he'll dabble in something else given he is not in any way restrained or dehumanized in rp. Cecil is really into Carlos doing scientific experiments on him in a being really into science because of Carlos and getting turned on by something so associated with him way. Charles is really into Carlos doing scientific experiments on him in a way that's not too dissimilar from some of the reasons he's into Kevin using him as some kind of a ritual sacrifice

[thevoiceofnv]

@dr-carlosrobles—

Cecil holds the black rag against his hand, letting it absorb his blood until it clots.

The rag would be stained, if it weren’t black— and it’s black because Cecil has done this many times, and will do it many times more, and he knows that he may as well choose a fabric that won’t leave such obvious marks behind. He can be sort of classy like that.

His blood is dribbled all over his bloodstone circle, frosting the stones and pooled in their center, a layer held in by the energy of the circle.

It’s too bad he’s one of the Night Vale citizens who can feel pain— but, at least he’s had to make offerings to the bloodstone circle so many times in his life that he knows exactly how much to focus on his hand to clot the blood and stitch the wound back over, pulling the skin into one unit again. It still hurts, but at least he doesn’t have to keep bleeding all over the place.

He’s been acutely aware of his ability to feel pain, lately. Near-constant nausea, and headaches, and superlunary vomiting, and flesh hazing, and the aching need to chew on things, and just being so exhausted! It’s all typical pregnancy stuff, sure, but that doesn’t mean he’s not tired of it! And Esteban is going to notice soon, if he hasn't already...

The bloodstones shine, the muted glow taking on the color of his blood, cast between a deep violet and a rich red, coming out wine-dark and strange. The circles reflect in his pupils, rimming the crescent moons.

Closing his eyes and letting the third one open, he blinks to the bloodstone circle and begins his prayer.

He’s so used to praying by now, he can almost do it on autopilot. His voice is an intonation, a hum, sonorous and deep and vibrating. He speaks in the tongue of the bloodstones, asks his questions, gets some answers— receives some additional questions of his own.

The bloodstones are losing their shine, the prayer and exchanging of information (practically descending into gossip, by the end, but then— Cecil does love gossip, and so do the bloodstones) coming to a close, when Cecil feels Carlos’s presence close by. A smile flickers onto his face; this, too, is automatic.

He lets his awareness spread to engulf Carlos, encompassing him, enveloping in a soft, warm greeting in his direction. Excitement is buzzing in him; he’s just learned so much! Carlos will be so excited!

[heimer-ask]

Why hello there good folks! You can call me Professor Heimerdinger! And I must say... Quite the fascinating environment, this is! I hope to further examine the interactions on this platform with the goal of better understanding the struggles of my people... So any questions will be accepted eagerly! So long as they are safe for all audiences, of course.

[noirflavoured]

open to . ; ' anyone.

" you know that i'd kill for you , right ? "

[townofcadence]

@deepbluececil // Continued!

"...You know what, fair enough. Have you ever considered using something to make sure every spirit in a five mile radius doesn't come for your ass? It might be helpful."

"What are you talking about? Of course I have something for that. That was like.... the first thing I got after my first encounter with a malevolent spirit ghost thing. I may be trouble, but I promise you, that's all natural, baby."

[peachvrse]

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[lordincognito]

There is suddenly a goose here and she puts a inkwell in front of him

@goose-of-the-fatui

He raises one eyebrow in confusion, because well there's a goose right in front of his desk, in his office. How did it get here?

"May I help you my kind avian visitor?"