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Dilovar lowers Gloucester a bit and flashes Ames his usual gentle, radiant smile.
"Awwww are you sleepy?" he asks with a deep chuckle.
"We can continue playing tomorrow," Tyra reassuringly says, carefully placing Cecropia on her lap.
Tour crashed, babysitting ensued
Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld
Their well-needed vacation in New York had come to an end, which is fortunate enough to not be interrupted by their higher-ups requesting backup. The simple getaway brought an unexpected gift: Ames! Now, everyone is heading back to the Sparrowhawk Operations Base via private military airplane, eager to return but not looking forward to the usual military shenanigans.
Once Ames and Marco's team arrive in a forested mountain somewhere in Britain, they head into the base. It feels like home, but its strong militaristic vibe is a harsh reminder that it's far from it.
Eri is eagerly greeted by her team of rebel Ptolemaic Army deserters, and they decide to spend some quality time together. Meanwhile, Nadia chats with a friend over the phone, while the others go their separate ways to tackle a few tasks before their next mission. Ralf, however, stays behind with Ames, well aware that she's unfamiliar with the Sparrowhawk Operations Base.
"Hey, Ames," he says with a gentle smile, exuding confidence and relaxation as he extends his hand. "Would you like a tour of the place?"
*She hadn’t really said much since they arrived, looking up at Ralf when he asked his question*
“U-Uh…s-s-sure…”
*She answered, reaching up and taking Ralf’s hand*
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Glitchy rift - part 2
Roleplay session @beautyinafruitfulworld
A couple of hours after midnight, Dilovar jolts upright with a short, sharp cry. His body is drenched in cold sweat, and he's gasping for breath. Frantically, he scans the room, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. He sits on the makeshift bed in silence, clutching his knees as his body trembles. He hopes the noise hasn't awakened Astras...
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Dilovar
POTENTIAL TRIGGER: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, torture, slavery, child abuse, pedophilia, incest, necrophilia, SA, and human experimentation.
Real name: Dilovar Renatvych Matviyenko (born as Kosmas-9)
Alias: Beast of the Great Jungle
Nicknames: Divo and Niney
Occupation: 1st Lieutenant of Division 6, double agent for the Ptolemaic Army, Captain of the Phantom Strike, and cadet for the P.F. Squad (formerly)
Retirement plans: He has no plans outside of military service because he doesn't believe he'll survive long enough to make it to his retirement day
Special skills: Proficiency in nanotechnology and espionage work, mastery of the jungle, dream walking, and glamouring, negotiating peace treaties, spear throwing, and systema
Abilities: A network of translucent, vein-like tubes, coated with a thin layer of blood, cerebrospinal fluid, and fatty tissue, facilitates the nanobots' movement throughout his body. These tubes connect to his central nervous system, cardiovascular system, and muscular system. Once activated, the nanobots rapidly regenerate torn muscles and amplify his strength during combat, visibly evident by the pronounced bulging of his veins beneath his skin and the intense flexing of his muscles. It enhances his physical strength, enabling him to shatter concrete, crush bone, lift and toss trucks with ease, and effortlessly immobilise and disarm enemies with his immense grip strength. It grants him eagle vision, stabilises his blood pressure, and covers exposed skin with a protective, translucent layer of fleshy slime.
He can vomit acidic orange goo streaked with blood and bits of white adipose tissue by altering the pH levels in the food he's digested. This process involves synthesising pigments to create the orange hue and releasing specific enzymes that break down biomolecules, leading to the production of acidic compounds. The nanobots can manipulate enemy nanotechnology and assimilate incoming nano-attacks by reprogramming them.
He can harness the nanobots to alter his mental state, transforming into a far more menacing, feral, and sadistic persona. In this state, he exhibits erratic behaviour, marked by maniacal laughter, heavy panting, animalistic sounds, uncontrollable drooling, and foaming at the mouth. His physical strength increases, enabling him to tear through skin with his teeth and hands, leap across vast chasms with ease, and snap steel bars with a tightened grip. Despite his ferocious transformation, he retains a semblance of rational thought, enabling him to distinguish friend from foe and revert to a more sane state of mind at will.
Hobbies: River tracing, smoking his hookah, exploring ancient cities and old temples, reading and playing ero guro manga and video games, and doing traditional Ukrainian folk crafts with friends
Likes: Sleeping with his old, torn, and dirty 36-year-old baby blanket, when he got the chance to test drive the Black Hound and Golden Slug, making friendship bracelets, liquidating enemies, and jungle wildlife
Dislikes: Hilde Garn, child molestation, gruesome sacrifices, people dictating his identity and life’s purpose, and being the Ptolemaic Army’s ultimate killing machine
Favourite food: Holubtsi with roasted bacon strips, jalapeno cheddar cream cheese, iron eggs, and garlic buttered poppy seed bublik
Favourite drink: Kaoliang liquor mixed with kvass
Sexuality: Sex-favourable, demiromantic pansexual
Gender: Male
Age: 15 (in 2022), 21 (in 2028), 23 (in 2030), 25 (in 2032), 27 (in 2034), 34 (in 2041), 36 (in 2043), 37 (in 2044), and 40 (in 2047)
Blood type: B-
Weight: 198 lbs. (89 kg)
Design: He’s a 6’ 4” (193.04 cm) Tajik-Ukrainian mesomorph of Taiwanese, Russian, and Arabic descent with a lean, powerful build, well-defined muscles, chiseled limbs, an upside-down trapezoidal chest, broad shoulders, a subtly rounded midsection, high cheekbones, and a Roman nose. He has copper-toned skin, pale azure eyes with flecks of mulberry, and three distinctive black moles: one near the right corner of his lip; a second directly below his Adam's apple; and a third above the centre of his right pectoral muscle. He has a slightly disheveled orangish-brown bowl cut with prominent curls and eye-covering bangs that fall just above the bridge of his nose.
He bears various scars, most of which he obtained in battle. These scars include: a severe grill burn covering the lower right quadrant of his face; a deep, downwards-curving gash that extends from the left corner of his lip to beneath his ear, revealing a portion of his teeth; whip lacerations and cut marks on his back and buttocks; a jagged scar running from the center of his right deltoid to his left lumbar region; a bullet graze mark on the center of the right side of his neck; and three bullet wounds located on his left kidney. In addition to these scars, his left thumb is entirely missing, the skin on his thighs has been flayed, he has a severed tendon (gastrocnemius) in his right lower leg, and a silvery stitch runs along his thoracic spinal segment. He has the name "Kosmas-9" branded sideways on his left upper arm from "K" to "9", which he attempts to conceal with worn gauze.
His military gear for the Regular Army consists of a metal dog tag necklace with his name, purple mountain majesty gloves, and two drop leg holsters for Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knives with jonquil straps. He sports a mauveine vest with four pockets, its original P.F. Squad logo on the back having been replaced by the Division 6 insignia. He wears a jonquil belt with a silvery white buckle, a sheath for his combat knife, a gun holster for his handgun, and an Islamic green scabbard engraved with the Orion constellation. He wields Zulfiqar, a saif sword with a dark blue hilt and wootz steel blade featuring a double-pointed tip. The weight of Zulfiqar is evenly distributed across the blade and hilt, allowing for optimal performance and enabling him to make swift, precise cuts. The blade is remarkably sharp, capable of cleaving through bone as well as the strongest vehicle and body armour.
He wears a cornflower T-shirt with ripped sleeves and it features a stylised black silhouette of a running, ghostly horse encircling a sunflower with seven male Mikado pheasant tail feathers extending behind it, resembling rays of light. He wears dark green, greyish-brown, and charcoal camouflage army cargo pants, which are tucked into the same boots worn by Walter and Tyra. The pockets of Dilovar’s vest carry around a pearlescent green lighter, a note pad, a blue pen, a pack of cherry-flavoured gum, and two medication bottles for familial hypercholesterolemia (liquid statin and Ezetimibe tablets). The pockets of his army cargo pants carry around his old, tattered, and overused dirty grey baby blanket, a jadeite adder stone, and a flask of arak.
Over his T-shirt, he dons a Soldier Plate Carrier System (SPCS) with a MultiCam pattern, which carries around his walkie-talkie and ammo for other firearms. He wears three dark brown bandoliers: one over his right shoulder for his handgun bullets, one over his left shoulder for throwing knives, and one above his belt for hand grenades. He has a submachine gun with a jonquil clip-on web sling and a bolt-action sniper rifle slung over his right shoulder. Dilovar carries a purple mountain majesty load-bearing backpack that contains camping equipment, tactical explosives, portable ammo boxes, a canteen full of water, 5 bags of weed (cotton candy, sugar cookie, birthday cake, black cherry, and strawberry), a bottle of kaoliang liquor, a disguise kit, his Ptolemaic Army uniform, a few throwing spears, and a Fire Gun.
It carries a remote-controlled faux Atlas moth that was secretly designed to record conversations of interest. This device is a superior version of the insectothopter, able to overcome light winds due to its heavier size and a gas engine that lasts for 25 minutes. It carries a modified fire gun that’s used to release thick, metallic purplish-yellow clouds of nanobots at enemies. He can alter the properties of these nanobots to either take control of enemy actions for 6 minutes through verbal orders and thought processes or cause organ failure by emitting lethal amounts of methamphetamine, ethanol, and cyanide. It also carries a Pacific cyan hookah, featuring a glass gourd-shaped vase adorned with two stylised golden wheat stalks encircling the centre of the body, a blood red bowl, a puce tray, a dark brown hose, and a pearlescent purple mouthpiece.
He wears two personalised friendship bracelets. One features Walter's name in letter beads, paired with alternating olivine, ultramarine, and red-orange beads. The other bears Tyra's name, accompanied by alternating fuchsia, burgundy, and pinkish-orange beads. He wears red-violet boxer briefs and a medium sea green tank top. On his left wrist, he wears a customised Rolex GMT-Master II wristwatch, featuring purple gold accents instead of the traditional Everose gold or yellow gold.
His military gear for the Ptolemaic Army consists of a black headset to communicate with snipers and bronze-plated sunglasses with pink-tinted lenses. He wears a distinctive mauveine peaked cap, adorned with a pearlescent purple band and a red-violet cap strap secured by two silvery white buttons. The cap features a cornflower visor and a central cockade emblazoned with a golden Chakana. It’s encircled by a black ouroboros with blood red eyes, which is reminiscent of a simple depiction of the ouroboros symbol created by toa267, but with its head positioned above the Chakana.
He wears mauveine overalls modeled after those of the SWAT elite police unit with the pant legs tucked into his boots. His footwear consists of a pair of black combat boots featuring spiked jonquil soles and knives concealed in the heels. He wears a thistle-hued Eisenhower jacket, featuring purple mountain majesty cuffs edged with jonquil and golden buttons that are often left unbuttoned. On his left arm, he dons a magenta haze armband featuring the insignia of the Ptolemaic Army emblazoned in the centre. He wears a gold-buckled leather belt with four silvery white pouches—two on the left and two on the right—which hold sticks of dynamite. Even in this uniform, he still has his bandoliers, drop leg holsters, combat knife sheath, gun holster, Zulfiqar, and other portable items on his person.
Character summary: He feels profound shame about adhering to the religious beliefs of Ptolemaios' cult, which he views as perverted and malevolent. Their beliefs promote aggressive militarism, nihilism, and depravity, and he wants to distance himself from them. Owning Zulfiqar further compelled him to turn to Islam, seeking a more positive and morally righteous faith. However, he keeps his Islamic faith hidden from the Ptolemaic Army, fearing they will label him a traitor and ridicule him for abandoning their beliefs. Internally, he struggles with doubts about whether Islam is the right fit for him, torn between conflicting beliefs and values.
He feels profound sympathy and concern for children who were subjected to abuse and exploitation as well as the victims of the Ptolemaic Army's brutality. He’s quick to offer comfort, while also nurturing his strong desire for justice and accountability, ensuring those responsible face consequences. Although he's intellectually brilliant, his curiosity knows no bounds as he's still learning about many things, ranging from appropriate social norms to current political and ecological events. This is the result of extreme helicopter parenting and being indoctrinated into the Ptolemaic Army's depraved and oppressive ideology with the influences of a strict military upbringing and limited access to knowledge. He despises being called "Niney" in a teasing or joking manner because he finds it insensitive and it reminds him of his birth name, which he feels is dehumanising.
He's calculating and sly, using his wit to get himself out of tricky situations, manipulate targets into cooperating with him, and predict his opponents' next moves through careful observation of their behaviour. He's prudently watchful, staying on high alert for danger, keeping a close eye out for traitors, and taking deliberate action at the right moment to ensure tasks are completed effectively. He's a lively, fairly open-minded person who attempts to mask his inherent pessimism with excessive optimism and a radiant, gentle smile. He has a quirky sense of humour, ranging from lighthearted and hilarious to dark and bewildering. However, it can sometimes border on uncomfortable weirdness.
When he's in a goofy and happy mood, he becomes quite flamboyant, cracking jokes, flirting shamelessly, and engaging in playful antics. When intoxicated, he’s prone to temper tantrums, exhibits overly lascivious behaviour towards anyone who catches his attention, and becomes attention-seeking, extremely clingy, jovial, and boisterous. Despite being incredibly intimidating and capricious, he’s a surprisingly respectful, well-mannered, and affectionate peace negotiator. While he can be compassionate and easy-going, he’s also capable of apathy and has a quick temper, particularly when he feels paranoid. Furthermore, he struggles with uncontrollable aggressive outbursts and flashes of intense arrogance and lust.
He's fiercely independent and often prefers to work alone, but will team up with others when he deems it necessary. He’s extremely obedient and reliable, being able to keep secrets and easily follow instructions without rarely questioning them. Furthermore, he's stubbornly determined and hardworking, tirelessly pursuing his goals and fulfilling his duties. There are rare moments where he’ll rebel, especially when it feels as though things are being taken too far or something might actually put his friends’ lives in danger for no reason. As a thrill-seeker, he’s absolutely drawn to danger, which fills him with exhilaration and a sense of being truly alive. He's a sadomasochist driven by intensely heightened killer instincts and an unrelenting thirst for bloodlust. Additionally, he exhibits occasional voyeuristic tendencies and experiences vivid sexual fantasies that evoke strong arousal and deep-seated confusion.
Despite his unimaginable fearlessness, he has a deep-seated fear of punishment, making mistakes (no matter how minor), and abandonment by those he cares about. He's not particularly fond of people asking about his personal life and would firmly tell them not to ask such questions. However, he'll make an exception if he realises the person is trustworthy or if he believes sharing the information won't have significant consequences. He craves emotional and physical intimacy, but struggles to express his true feelings due to a fear of rejection. Although he often comes across as superficial, he rarely intends to be shallow. Instead, he struggles to genuinely express his true emotions and grasp complex, overwhelming feelings like heartbreak. His ultimate desire is to break free from his obligations to the Ptolemaic Army, discover his true purpose and identity in life, and find people who will love and accept him for who he is unconditionally.
He lives with PTSD, prosopagnosia, and bipolar disorder, which manifests in major depressive episodes that significantly impact his daily life and manic episodes that cause him to disconnect from reality. As a result of bipolar disorder, he struggles with overwhelming sadness, a profound loss of pleasure, and intense anxiety stemming from the fear of losing control. He’s a lucid dreamer that experiences sleepwalking episodes, which involves aggressive outbursts and bouts of crying during his sleep. Despite considering them trusted comrades, he harbours nihilistic, cynical, and indifferent views towards most people in the Regular Army, Rebel Army, Amadeus Syndicate, and Ptolemaic Army as well as humanity as a whole. Whenever he encounters a pair of glowing red eyes, he believes he's being haunted by a restless spirit sent by the Avatar of Evil to carefully monitor his movements. This deeply unsettles him, and he wishes it would leave him alone forever. However, he realises this wish is futile, so he tries to ignore it by pretending it's just a foolish hallucination.
Due to being able to speak Quechua, it aided him in being on excellent terms with the South Pacific K'antu Q'ente ("bird people" in Quechua) and Brazilian Nina Q'ente ("fire people" in Quechua). He empathises with their struggles of feeling exploited and misunderstood by others, and goes out of his way to assist them. He regards them as family because they welcome him into their community and reciprocate the respect he shows them. He doesn't care about Ptolemaios' deputies because he views them as "blind and moronic dogs" that only serve to please him and satisfy their own darkest desires. However, he secretly admires Anastasia and 1st Lieutenant Wired, viewing them as the most sane and human deputies compared to the others.
He harbours intense disdain for his father, Colonel Hilde Garn, due to the physical, verbal, and sexual abuse he suffers at his hands in private. However, he's afraid to defy him due to the numerous times he has been severely punished for doing so. He simply wishes that his father could treat him with genuine love and not view him merely as a killing machine and an heir to fulfill his role once he's gone. He feels most appreciated and cherished by his father when he praises him for his mission successes and recognizes his capabilities as a great fighter, which encourages him to be his best and try to please him. Strangely enough, this desire to please his father and gain his undivided attention and love has led to him developing a negative Oedipus complex at a young age, which remains unresolved. This fuels his neurosis, filling him with obsessive thoughts about brutally murdering his father and making love to his mangled corpse.
He’s close friends with Walter and Tyra, who were the first people to make him feel human and treat him with love, respect, and acceptance. Around them, he feels comfortable being himself, but if they express discomfort, he respects their boundaries, giving them space or stopping whatever caused the issue because he doesn't want to jeopardise their friendship. He’s fiercely protective of Walter and Tyra, willing to sacrifice his own needs to ensure their safety, happiness, and comfort. With their help and support, he was able to make a couple of friends and acquaintances with people like Gimlet, Allen Jr., and Nathalie. He cherishes every moment spent with those who bring joy and vitality to his life, such as Ralf and Hyakutaro.
Tyra's past abuse at the hands of the Ptolemaic Army evokes deep sorrow and fuels his intense hatred and desire for righteous vengeance against his employers. He’s deeply infatuated with Tyra, drawn to her gentleness towards him, the respectful manner in which she comforts him, and her remarkable bravery and steadfast independence. He’s the most affectionate with Tyra, often showering her with warm hugs and gentle nuzzles, as he feels profoundly safe and unconditionally loved in her presence. He has romantic feelings for Walter, but he's unsure how to express them and fears his emotions won't be reciprocated. He skillfully conceals his romantic interest in both Tyra and Walter, unsure of how to navigate these emotions or determine if his feelings for them are genuinely rooted in romance.
He maintains a neutral stance on morality, recognizing its inherent subjectivity. Nevertheless, he advocates for personal autonomy in determining right and wrong, allowing individuals to draw inspiration from others as needed. He believes that warfare is a futile and destructive tactic employed by political and militant powers to eliminate opposition and impose their national, moral, and personal ideologies. In his opinion, war instills fear in civilians, demonstrating the brutality of violence, expansionism, and capitalist greed. He believes that life and death are inseparable and interdependent, necessary for the universe's continued existence. To him, worldly life serves as a test of a person's moral character, encouraging individuals to accumulate good deeds and avoid evil, lest they face eternal damnation. Furthermore, he thinks that every person's death is predetermined, and upon passing, they embark on a journey into the afterlife, where their soul is ultimately reabsorbed into the universe.
Backstory: Kosmas-9 was born on June 25, 2007 in Kholodnyi Yar, Ukraine. His mother gave birth to him in the guest room of his father’s mansion, which was located in a remote area far from any major Ukrainian cities. His father, Renat Matviyenko, also known by his codename "Hilde Garn”, is a Ukrainian of Russian and Taiwanese descent. A highly respected and feared Colonel in the Regular Army, he possesses unmatched expertise in guerrilla warfare, honed from his experience as a high-ranking mercenary for the Theophylaktos Union. His mother, Farzona Qurbonova, is a Tajik of Arabic descent and a communications specialist and weapons technician for the Regular Army. She secretly works as a masked soldier, serving as a double agent and an expert in ancient technology for Ptolemaios' cult.
He’s the ninth attempt at a perfected clone for Colonel Hilde Garn because the previous ones were deemed failures. Due to visible deformities, high levels of defiance and impulsivity, and severe psychosis, they were terminated and improved upon in subsequent clones with the goal of creating one that more closely resembled its parent. Although Kosmas-9 was born with a couple of physical differences due to his mother’s DNA slightly mixing with Hilde Garn's dominant genetic code, his father considered him a success. He was glad that his plan to model the perfect heir was now in motion after eight failed attempts. Farzona would aid in Hilde Garn's plans for Kosmas-9, seeing him as a potential asset for Ptolemaios' ambitions.
As a result of inheriting his father's inhuman genes, he proved to be a remarkably intelligent child, despite lacking certain physical characteristics typical of a Tuatha Dé Danann descendant. At just two months old, he uttered his first words: "tato" and "maty". By the age of 1, he could identify all European countries without referencing a map and accurately pronounce their names. When he turned 4-years-old, he would sneak into his father's private office to read books on war history and a rare volume featuring international gun catalogues. Before his 7th birthday, Dilovar demonstrated a profound understanding of the philosophies surrounding morality and war as well as distinctive perspectives on life and death. At 8, he began seeing a pair of glowing red eyes and believed he was being haunted by an evil spirit, but he kept quiet about it, fearing harsh scolding.
Not wanting to continuously call him Kosmas-9, Farzona gave him the name Dilovar Renatvych Matviyenko in honor of his remarkable bravery and his lineage as the direct biological son of a well-seasoned military officer. She treated him with profound tenderness and consistently love bombed him, making him feel extremely special. She rarely scolded him for the mischievous and disturbing things he did, such as drawing on the walls with crayons and breaking the neck of a wounded wood lark she had brought in to care for. This was because she believed he could do no wrong and sought to shape him into the perfect servant for the Avatar of Evil. At midnight, she would sneak into his room and inappropriately touch him, claiming it was okay and that she was only showing him affection.
Hilde Garn was the exact opposite, preferring to address him by Kosmas-9 because he sought to distance himself from his son until he proved worthy of the name his mother had given him. However, on occasion, he would affectionately refer to him as Divo, particularly on days when his son exhibited good behaviour and successfully completed his assigned tasks. He was cold and distant, reserving praise and physical affection for instances where his son performed flawlessly. Despite this, he took his son's military training seriously, teaching him valuable skills such as hand-to-hand combat, safe handling of dangerous weaponry, survival techniques, and basic first aid. To broaden Dilovar’s experience, he often brought him to classified meetings, providing a glimpse into tactical planning and high-level military briefings. At the age of 5, Hilde Garn taught Dilovar all the Slavic languages, Taiwanese, Chinese, and some Arabic, which he quickly grasped without major difficulties.
When Farzona was away at work, his father would often subject him to physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. He would viciously berate him, using derogatory terms to belittle him and unleashing wrathful, long-winded lectures. These tirades would focus on his perceived inadequacies with his father berating him as a disgrace and pathetic for failing to follow instructions, particularly during training sessions on handling weapons or completing everyday tasks like chopping vegetables or doing laundry. When he became extremely angry with Dilovar, he would throw him into his bedroom, lock the door, pin him to the floor, and either smash his head with alcohol bottles or strangle him to the point of difficulty breathing during the sexual assault, while also verbally degrading him.
On one occasion, Hilde Garn caused his son to suffer a grill burn by pushing his face into the flaming hot grill when he became frustrated with Dilovar's struggles to flip an expensive steak. He also carved Dilovar’s designation name into the skin of his upper arm with his mother’s ceremonial dagger as a constant reminder of his perceived identity and purpose. He would manipulate his son into believing that the abuse was a sign of love and care, attempting to normalise the behavior, but Dilovar intuitively knew it was wrong.
Although he didn't fully trust his mother due to her non-consensual touching, he found the most comfort in her. She was the only parent who showed him affection, even though she never intervened to stop Hilde Garn's abuse. Whenever his father was away, Farzona would praise Dilovar after he successfully completed a task, adorn his hair with flowers, and bake delicious desserts with him. She also sparked his interest in arts and crafts, which led him to try traditional Ukrainian crafts that his mother had taught him. His mother had learned these crafts during her time in Ukraine. Notably, he was able to replicate each craft with very few errors. Farzona taught him about ancient cultures and technologies, the esoteric beliefs of the Ptolemaic Army, magical disciplines that fascinated him, and how to efficiently complete his chores.
His parents heavily restricted him from leaving the Matviyenko mansion, fearing that outside influences would undo their hard work and change him into a completely different person. However, he was permitted to venture outdoors and walk around the courtyard and backyard. The only visitors he regularly encountered at the mansion were Hilde Garn's aide-de-camps, Lieutenant Colonel Macba and 1st Lieutenant Wired. He harboured a strong dislike for Macba, who frequently subjected him to aggressive teasing and snarky comments. In contrast, he found Wired tolerable because he treated him with respect and kindness, despite his stoic and weary demeanor.
His mother would mysteriously disappear from his life, filling him with dread as he didn’t want to be stuck with his father. However, Hilde Garn managed to manipulate him into believing that his mother abandoned him because she never truly loved him. He also told Dilovar that his mother was only manipulating him, so she could use him for nefarious purposes, potentially planning to sacrifice him to a malevolent deity or condemn him to the "slave pens" when he reached early adolescence. This revelation deeply shocked him, who was grieving and struggling to accept her disappearance. He became disdainful towards his mother for taking advantage of him. As a result, he grew more accustomed to his father and learned to somewhat love and appreciate him, grateful that he hadn't abandoned him and was actually taking care of him. His father also became somewhat less abusive and more affectionate, although he remained somewhat aloof and would occasionally distance himself from Dilovar.
Shortly after the Ptolemaic Army's detrimental failure against the Regular Army in the Arms Deal Barrage, Hilde Garn introduced Dilovar to Ptolemaios. Although Ptolemaios was initially distrustful, he came to respect Dilovar as the biological son of Hilde Garn, one of his official deputies, and Farzona, one of his trusted and well-liked masked soldiers. As the son of a masked soldier, the cult lavished him with affection and praise. They believed he was worthy of their attention due to his supposed innate "sacred connection" to the Avatar of Evil, which was a result of his birth to a fertile and dedicated masked soldier. The cult would complete the indoctrination process his mother started during his young child years, fully immersing him into their beliefs and values. To achieve this, they isolated him from his father and potential comrades by taking him on a weekend retreat to a secret compound located on the outskirts of the Soursop Jungle. They taught him Quechua and introduced him to the Nina Q'ente, which would lead to a strong mutual bond with the Brazilian tribe.
Seeing great potential in him, Hilde Garn would be granted permission by Ptolemaios to put him through scientific experiments. These experiments included testing the nanotechnology that the Ptolemaic Army received from the Martians. His memories of these experiments are very hazy because he was often drugged with hallucinogens and anesthesia to distract him from what was happening. He can only recall that they injected nanobots into his spinal cord and the muscles of his thighs, and it was incredibly painful. It felt like his blood was flaring up, his skin was being crudely peeled off, and his muscles were painfully spasming. After the experiments were finished, he was put under rigorous training to hone his mastery over nanotechnology.
During his time in the Ptolemaic Army and Phantom Strike, he was utilised to eliminate traitors, conduct investigations into potential strategic locations and threats, breed new cultists and soldiers, and satisfy the sexual desires of the masked soldiers. His exceptional tactical prowess, strong work ethic, and fierce independence earned him a swift promotion to Captain of the Phantom Strike. Many of the female masked soldiers took a particular liking to him, citing his impressive physique and masculine charm. One of them even gifted him Zulfiqar as a sign of genuine respect and a gesture of admiration. Rumors circulated within the Ptolemaic Army that Zulfiqar was either a divine gift from the Avatar of Evil or the result of an abandoned Martian experiment in swordsmithing, fearing its power could thwart their future conquests. Upon discovering Zulfiqar's origins in the Islamic faith, he converted to Islam, but kept his new faith hidden from the Ptolemaic Army.
After receiving intel from an abyssal masked soldier with a contingent of special forces operatives about the K'antu Q'ente being located on a South Pacific island belonging to the Peregrine Falcons Squad, Ptolemaios and Hilde Garn decided that Dilovar should serve as a double agent. They hoped to leverage his skills to gather important, classified information about the Regular Army, which they could use once the Ptolemaic Army was prepared to launch its conquest. As Dilovar had no existing files, since Hilde Garn wanted to keep him a classified secret, his father forged his Social Insurance Number and birth certificate, and intentionally included false information. Specifically, his birth year was changed from 2007 to 2010, making him the perfect age to join the Peregrine Falcons Squad's cadet program. His school files were also forged to present himself as a worthy candidate for the Peregrine Falcons Squad. He also opened a bank account in Dilovar's name, depositing substantial sums of money into it each time he successfully completed a mission.
At age 22 (though his forged birth certificate listed him as 18), Dilovar was officially accepted into the Peregrine Falcons Squad after acing the written test with a perfect score. He was quickly assigned to the "misfit batch" due to his violent outbursts and manic highs, which often unsettled those around him. His misanthropic view of his fellow cadets, combined with his inhuman abilities, unnatural tactical expertise, and unyielding independence, made him a poor fit for the traditional cadet groups. He befriended Tyra and Walter, going out of his way to teach them important tactical skills like knife fighting and grenade deployment. As he did, he slowly began to trust his fellow cadets, seeing them as worthy and respectable allies. Through them, his eyes were opened to the corruption and moral ambiguity of the Ptolemaic Army, which proved to be far more flawed than he had initially believed.
Each training course was a walk in the park for him, but he decided to spice things up by teaching himself systema, a popular Russian martial art. Meanwhile, he covertly stole classified documents, accessed restricted data on building Slugs, and pilfered weaponry from the Regular Army. His two drill instructors didn't pay much attention to him because he outperformed the rest of the "misfit batch". However, the female instructor took a particular liking to him, showing him both flirtatious attention and maternal warmth in private. He eventually had a brief sexual affair with her, and in return, she shared valuable intelligence on the geography, flora, and fauna of the South Pacific archipelago, a region that would serve as the final training ground for the P.F. Squad cadets.
Upon arriving at the South Pacific archipelago with his fellow cadets, he plunged headfirst into the jungle. Venturing in alone, he utilised his weaponry and rations, which he had discreetly obtained from a Ptolemaic Army special forces operative before boarding the PA33-21 Boat. During this time, he honed his skills in navigating the jungle, developing a deep understanding of its biodiversity and geography. He was overjoyed to have the chance to work and explore in a jungle setting for the first time rather than just attending military meetings with Ptolemaic Army soldiers or taking solitary walks with high-ranking officials.
While trekking through the jungle to practice his stealth skills and locate food and water sources, he stumbled upon a group of K'antu Q'ente children being surrounded by Rebel Army extremists and bikers, who intended to use them as hostages. The children's plight reminded him of the Nina Q'ente, and he felt compelled to help. He quickly subdued the Rebels, choosing to knock them unconscious and scare them off with warnings rather than causing them harm. Overjoyed and grateful, the children explained that while chasing a Pacific swallow, they had become lost and inadvertently stumbled upon the "scary armed men". He escorted them back to their village safely, earning the community's gratitude for his bravery and humility. Over the next couple of days, he assisted the villagers with hunting and construction projects while learning about their culture, which led to them seeing him as a friend.
During his time with the K'antu Q'ente, he discovered that they possessed a mysterious monolith bearing cryptic writing that detailed ancient knowledge about the Avatar of Evil and Sol Dae Rokker. He persuaded them to take him to the monolith, and they agreed. Dilovar sailed with a group of K'antu Q'ente villagers to a remote area of the South Pacific archipelago, seeking to fulfill his request to visit the enigmatic monolith. However, upon arrival, the villagers were brutally massacred by Rebel Infantrymen, who had established a makeshift hideout in the area. The Rebels, residing in their half-finished "dungeon”, captured Dilovar. Recognising him as the man their superior had mentioned, the Rebel soldiers promptly transported him via helicopter to an abandoned building located beneath a staircase in a ruined area, near the jungle entrance. There, Dilovar discovered that his female drill instructor was secretly a Rebel ally named Sagan Glynis Armitage.
Sagan forcibly confined him to a cramped cage, and Dilovar offered little resistance, finding the situation oddly amusing and exciting. He was interrogated by her, who sought information about his purpose, army allegiance, and any valuable technology, weaponry or expertise his army possessed. Despite her offers of sexual favors and comfortable treatment, Dilovar remained resolute in his silence. When coercion failed, Sagan resorted to stripping him bare, subjecting him to whipping and cutting, and even amputating his thumb. The ordeal culminated in Dilovar being forced to witness the gruesome executions of a small handful of P.F. Squad cadets. Yet, throughout the torture, he refused to share any confidential information, remaining oblivious to Sagan's true intentions. He would often engage in playful teasing with Sagan, attempt to initiate conversations with suggestive undertones, make threats of death and rape during explosive outbursts of aggression or offer respectful compliments on her appearance.
One night, while Sagan was absent, two Rebel bodyguards were tasked to carefully watch over Dilovar. Seizing an opportunity, he cleverly deceived them into opening his cage, pretending he needed to relieve himself. Unbeknownst to the guards, Dilovar had secretly managed to free his wrists from the ropes. As the bodyguards unlocked the cage, Dilovar swiftly activated his feral persona and launched a ferocious attack, mutilating the guards. He then gathered his belongings and navigated his way back to the K'antu Q'ente. Once he found their village, he began formulating a plan to launch a counterattack against the Rebel forces.
He, alongside Hyakutaro and Issenmantaro, fought the Shoe tank before the entrance of the Rebel Army's latest base of operations after receiving intel from Rumi that Sagan was around. After destroying the tank and forcing the surviving contingent of Rebel soldiers to surrender, they learned that Sagan was devising an escape plan and used the Shoe tank as a decoy. Although he considered taking drastic action against the pilot, Torquil, to satisfy his bloodlust, Hyakutaro advised against it, stating it wasn't worth their time. He spared Torquil's life after the pilot offered encouraging compliments, showing respect for Dilovar and his team's tactical prowess, and revealed the location of the Cabracan.
Once the Survival Island Occupation was over, he bid farewell to the K'antu Q'ente and promised to visit them again. Following the incident, Dilovar graduated with top honors alongside Walter and Tyra. He then joined Division 6, having accepted Hyakutaro's invitation, and rose to the rank of 1st Lieutenant. During his visit to the Ptolemaic Army’s compound in Osaka, Japan, he secretly shared the location of the Monoeyes monolith and key information about the K'antu Q'ente, including their fighting style and beliefs, with Ptolemaios and his deputies. They decided to allow him to continue working as a double agent, seeking to gain insight into the Regular Army and their latest special forces unit, Division 6.
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For the ship bingo Dilover and Walter :3
#you ask i answer#thank you for the ask!#original character#reworked character#iron eclipse au#dilovar matviyenko#walter ryan#ship bingo
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Dilovar sets his chopsticks down on his empty plate and gently places a hand on Astra's shoulder. He gives her shoulder a gentle pat before withdrawing his hand. He gleefully smiles at her, saying, "I'm glad to hear that."
He then signals the waitress for the check, grabbing his wallet to cover the cost of their meal.
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It's a perfectly fine day for a river tracing session, an opportunity that Dilovar eagerly takes. As he hikes and climbs his way up a stream, a hole suddenly forms beneath him. The abyssal void appears eerily distorted, filled with misplaced pixels, intense glitchiness, and piercing static. He desperately tries to escape, but the static causes his head to throb wickedly and his body to tremble with nausea as the obnoxious colours and glitches overwhelm his sight.
His world goes dark as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensory assault. Though it feels like an eternity, he's only out for a few seconds. As he slowly regains consciousness, he struggles to get his bearings, disoriented and unsure of his current surroundings.
*Astras looks at the person who came through the accidently portal in a bit of fear but mostly annoyence. she grabs a long stick nearby and jabs him in the side to see if he's alive*
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*The next day approaches. The members of the army are all starting out their day in the cafeteria eating breakfast, today's is miso soup. Omni sits among the soilders in a nurses uniform that's a bit big. She notices Dilover walk in, she quickly waves too him*
Dilovar, clutching a bottle of kaoliang liquor in his right hand, notices Omni and excitedly waves at her with a free hand. He walks over to her with an air of nonchalant confidence, sits down beside her, and takes a casual sip from the bottle.
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I decided to do another height comparison chart for the Iron Eclipse AU, focusing on the main members of Division 6 that I've written about so far.
#metal slug#snk#gaming community#iron eclipse au#random fun#height difference#height chart#height comparison#walter ryan#allen jr.#dilovar matviyenko#hyakutaro ichimonji#tyra elson
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For Dilover. I have a couple questions
What’s your favorite activity?
Your favorite food?
Favorite color?
Do you enjoy your job(s)?
What is your favorite place you have visited?
"Pryvit!" Dilovar greets, flashing his usual radiant, gentle smile. "I've got a couple of favourite things to do, but making traditional Ukrainian crafts with my buddies and besties is flippin' fantastic! It's a wild blast to let loose, get creative, and make whatever crazy thing pops into your mushy brain, all while hanging out with the people you care about most."
He clears his throat before politely proceeding, "My favourite food is pretty unique, so bear with me! I'm absolutely obsessed with holubtsi loaded with roasted bacon strips, jalapeno cheddar cream cheese, iron eggs, and garlic buttered poppy seed bublik. My all-time favourite colour has got to be mauveine. It's the awesome colour of my Regular Army-issued vest!"
He clasps his hands behind his back, subtly looking down at the ground, his smile faltering.
"I was raised to be a military man. So, the only things I really know are how to serve authority and fight for their respective causes. I'm fully aware that both the Regular Army and Ptolemaic Army are corrupt in their own ways. I don't have strong feelings about the Regular Army, but the Ptolemaic Army is another story. Let's just say that I deeply despise them…" he replies with a tone of melancholy and uncertainty.
Dilovar proudly lifts his head up, and a slight smile plays on his lips.
"In regards to your last question... I would say the Soursop Jungle, which houses an ancient temple called the Corridor of Fire! That's where the Brazilian Nina Q'ente live. They're a Quechua-speaking tribe, and let's say we're on pretty good terms. They treat me like family and a trusted friend!"
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Who is your favorite person, and why?
Dilovar flashes his usual gentle, radiant smile and lets out a hearty chuckle. With arms crossed in a proud gesture, he tilts his head slightly to the right. His pale azure eyes sparkle with gratitude as he pauses, collecting his thoughts for a brief moment.
"That's easy! My two close friends, Walter and Tyra!" he responds, his smile widening into a toothy grin. With a proud tilt of his head, he begins to twiddle his thumbs enthusiastically. "They make me feel something I haven't felt in my entire life, something that didn't exist until I met them during... uhh, cadet training. Yeah! They love me, they respect me, and they accept me. It feels absolutely fantastic!"
He briefly rubs the back of his neck, his face flushing slightly as his smile softens and he casts a subtle downward glance.
"Don't tell anyone this, but I'm romantically in love with Tyra and Walter," he confesses, his smile faltering. "I don't understand these lovey-dovey emotions. I've never felt this way before, and it's got me wondering if they're genuine..."
He clasps his hands behind his back and looks away, his blush growing more pronounced.
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Dilovar finds her attempt to pretend she isn't sleepy to be admirable. He hands Gloucester over to Tyra, who catches the plushie, before scooping Ames up in his muscular arms.
"Enough fun and games. You need your sleep. It's healthy for the body," he confidently says.
Tyra can't help but giggle slightly. She begins to wonder what Walter is up to as she hasn't seen him for a couple of hours.
Tour crashed, babysitting ensued
Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld
Their well-needed vacation in New York had come to an end, which is fortunate enough to not be interrupted by their higher-ups requesting backup. The simple getaway brought an unexpected gift: Ames! Now, everyone is heading back to the Sparrowhawk Operations Base via private military airplane, eager to return but not looking forward to the usual military shenanigans.
Once Ames and Marco's team arrive in a forested mountain somewhere in Britain, they head into the base. It feels like home, but its strong militaristic vibe is a harsh reminder that it's far from it.
Eri is eagerly greeted by her team of rebel Ptolemaic Army deserters, and they decide to spend some quality time together. Meanwhile, Nadia chats with a friend over the phone, while the others go their separate ways to tackle a few tasks before their next mission. Ralf, however, stays behind with Ames, well aware that she's unfamiliar with the Sparrowhawk Operations Base.
"Hey, Ames," he says with a gentle smile, exuding confidence and relaxation as he extends his hand. "Would you like a tour of the place?"
*She hadn’t really said much since they arrived, looking up at Ralf when he asked his question*
���U-Uh…s-s-sure…”
*She answered, reaching up and taking Ralf’s hand*
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Her adorable poutiness causes a slight, deep snicker to escape from Dilovar's lips.
"Alright, let's get you to bed," he finally says, carrying her out of the recreational area.
Tyra gathers up the plushies left in the room and Ames' massive backpack before following the two to the spacious dormitory.
Tour crashed, babysitting ensued
Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld
Their well-needed vacation in New York had come to an end, which is fortunate enough to not be interrupted by their higher-ups requesting backup. The simple getaway brought an unexpected gift: Ames! Now, everyone is heading back to the Sparrowhawk Operations Base via private military airplane, eager to return but not looking forward to the usual military shenanigans.
Once Ames and Marco's team arrive in a forested mountain somewhere in Britain, they head into the base. It feels like home, but its strong militaristic vibe is a harsh reminder that it's far from it.
Eri is eagerly greeted by her team of rebel Ptolemaic Army deserters, and they decide to spend some quality time together. Meanwhile, Nadia chats with a friend over the phone, while the others go their separate ways to tackle a few tasks before their next mission. Ralf, however, stays behind with Ames, well aware that she's unfamiliar with the Sparrowhawk Operations Base.
"Hey, Ames," he says with a gentle smile, exuding confidence and relaxation as he extends his hand. "Would you like a tour of the place?"
*She hadn’t really said much since they arrived, looking up at Ralf when he asked his question*
“U-Uh…s-s-sure…”
*She answered, reaching up and taking Ralf’s hand*
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After a short walk, Dilovar opens the slightly ajar door to the spacious dormitory, spotting Walter passed out on one of the lower bunks. Tyra lets out a sigh of relief, glad that Walter wasn't out and about doing something reckless.
They both quietly enter the room, and Dilovar gently sets Ames down on the floor. The cats seem to be sleeping peacefully. All of the bunk beds look nearly identical, each with a pillow or two and a single semi-thick blanket. One of the top bunks has a brown bear fur blanket, which Tequila must have forgotten to pack.
Tour crashed, babysitting ensued
Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld
Their well-needed vacation in New York had come to an end, which is fortunate enough to not be interrupted by their higher-ups requesting backup. The simple getaway brought an unexpected gift: Ames! Now, everyone is heading back to the Sparrowhawk Operations Base via private military airplane, eager to return but not looking forward to the usual military shenanigans.
Once Ames and Marco's team arrive in a forested mountain somewhere in Britain, they head into the base. It feels like home, but its strong militaristic vibe is a harsh reminder that it's far from it.
Eri is eagerly greeted by her team of rebel Ptolemaic Army deserters, and they decide to spend some quality time together. Meanwhile, Nadia chats with a friend over the phone, while the others go their separate ways to tackle a few tasks before their next mission. Ralf, however, stays behind with Ames, well aware that she's unfamiliar with the Sparrowhawk Operations Base.
"Hey, Ames," he says with a gentle smile, exuding confidence and relaxation as he extends his hand. "Would you like a tour of the place?"
*She hadn’t really said much since they arrived, looking up at Ralf when he asked his question*
“U-Uh…s-s-sure…”
*She answered, reaching up and taking Ralf’s hand*
#(what would be very cute is Dilovar and Tyra using some plushies to get Ames to sleep and make her comfy :3)#<- you just read my mind#iron eclipse au#dilovar matviyenko#walter ryan#tyra elson#tequila
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Tyra acknowledges Ames' words with a slight nod before picking up Cecropia. She then makes Cecropia attempt to give Monster Buddy and Mbf a motherly hug.
Meanwhile, Dilovar tilts his head slightly, contemplating his role and waiting for his turn to join in. Having never played house before, he finds the experience fascinating and potentially enjoyable.
Tour crashed, babysitting ensued
Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld
Their well-needed vacation in New York had come to an end, which is fortunate enough to not be interrupted by their higher-ups requesting backup. The simple getaway brought an unexpected gift: Ames! Now, everyone is heading back to the Sparrowhawk Operations Base via private military airplane, eager to return but not looking forward to the usual military shenanigans.
Once Ames and Marco's team arrive in a forested mountain somewhere in Britain, they head into the base. It feels like home, but its strong militaristic vibe is a harsh reminder that it's far from it.
Eri is eagerly greeted by her team of rebel Ptolemaic Army deserters, and they decide to spend some quality time together. Meanwhile, Nadia chats with a friend over the phone, while the others go their separate ways to tackle a few tasks before their next mission. Ralf, however, stays behind with Ames, well aware that she's unfamiliar with the Sparrowhawk Operations Base.
"Hey, Ames," he says with a gentle smile, exuding confidence and relaxation as he extends his hand. "Would you like a tour of the place?"
*She hadn’t really said much since they arrived, looking up at Ralf when he asked his question*
“U-Uh…s-s-sure…”
*She answered, reaching up and taking Ralf’s hand*
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Tyra slightly nods and gives Dilovar a thumbs up. Then, with a swift motion, he snatches Gloucester and holds the plushie up.
"Should we continue with the family thing or go with something else?" Tyra asks Ames, hoping to keep everything on track.
Tour crashed, babysitting ensued
Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld
Their well-needed vacation in New York had come to an end, which is fortunate enough to not be interrupted by their higher-ups requesting backup. The simple getaway brought an unexpected gift: Ames! Now, everyone is heading back to the Sparrowhawk Operations Base via private military airplane, eager to return but not looking forward to the usual military shenanigans.
Once Ames and Marco's team arrive in a forested mountain somewhere in Britain, they head into the base. It feels like home, but its strong militaristic vibe is a harsh reminder that it's far from it.
Eri is eagerly greeted by her team of rebel Ptolemaic Army deserters, and they decide to spend some quality time together. Meanwhile, Nadia chats with a friend over the phone, while the others go their separate ways to tackle a few tasks before their next mission. Ralf, however, stays behind with Ames, well aware that she's unfamiliar with the Sparrowhawk Operations Base.
"Hey, Ames," he says with a gentle smile, exuding confidence and relaxation as he extends his hand. "Would you like a tour of the place?"
*She hadn’t really said much since they arrived, looking up at Ralf when he asked his question*
“U-Uh…s-s-sure…”
*She answered, reaching up and taking Ralf’s hand*
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As Tyra makes Cecropia slither over to Ames' plushies, Dilovar finally speaks up, watching the playdate unfold with amusement. He seems to have slipped unnoticed into the recreational area.
"Can I join?" Dilovar asks with a lazy smile, strolling over to the couch and draping his arms over the top.
Tyra jolts slightly and turns around, surprised by his sudden interest in their plushie playdate.
"Uhh, I wouldn't mind that," she responds simply.
She turns her attention to Ames and curiously asks, "Are you okay with Dilovar joining?"
Tour crashed, babysitting ensued
Roleplay session with @beautyinafruitfulworld
Their well-needed vacation in New York had come to an end, which is fortunate enough to not be interrupted by their higher-ups requesting backup. The simple getaway brought an unexpected gift: Ames! Now, everyone is heading back to the Sparrowhawk Operations Base via private military airplane, eager to return but not looking forward to the usual military shenanigans.
Once Ames and Marco's team arrive in a forested mountain somewhere in Britain, they head into the base. It feels like home, but its strong militaristic vibe is a harsh reminder that it's far from it.
Eri is eagerly greeted by her team of rebel Ptolemaic Army deserters, and they decide to spend some quality time together. Meanwhile, Nadia chats with a friend over the phone, while the others go their separate ways to tackle a few tasks before their next mission. Ralf, however, stays behind with Ames, well aware that she's unfamiliar with the Sparrowhawk Operations Base.
"Hey, Ames," he says with a gentle smile, exuding confidence and relaxation as he extends his hand. "Would you like a tour of the place?"
*She hadn’t really said much since they arrived, looking up at Ralf when he asked his question*
“U-Uh…s-s-sure…”
*She answered, reaching up and taking Ralf’s hand*
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"School is like a prison from what I'm aware of," Dilovar remarks with a slight chuckle.
He swiftly turns to the waitress and politely thanks her for bringing their food. His gaze then shifts to his plate, and his eyes widen in excitement at the appetising meal before him.
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It's a perfectly fine day for a river tracing session, an opportunity that Dilovar eagerly takes. As he hikes and climbs his way up a stream, a hole suddenly forms beneath him. The abyssal void appears eerily distorted, filled with misplaced pixels, intense glitchiness, and piercing static. He desperately tries to escape, but the static causes his head to throb wickedly and his body to tremble with nausea as the obnoxious colours and glitches overwhelm his sight.
His world goes dark as he succumbs to the overwhelming sensory assault. Though it feels like an eternity, he's only out for a few seconds. As he slowly regains consciousness, he struggles to get his bearings, disoriented and unsure of his current surroundings.
*Astras looks at the person who came through the accidently portal in a bit of fear but mostly annoyence. she grabs a long stick nearby and jabs him in the side to see if he's alive*
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