#infiltration verse

[shroudcryptid]

FFXIVWrite Day 4- Reticent

There’s a new issue to deal with. Not one Elidibus can remember experiencing, in the past, and thus cannot bring to mind a ready-made solution. It is not of immediate danger to his physical form, and yet.... and yet. 

The Warrior’s face falls when their bag fails to hold a needed onion for the pot sizzling over the campfire. Elidibus turns the body’s back to them, covering the swirl of aether that pulls from both his core and the land below, coalescing in his hands as a.... well. It looks like an onion. A beginner artist’s depiction of one, at least, and modeled from perhaps a half dozen yalms away. 

He frowns at it, willing it to improve through will alone. 

The Warrior’s head pops into the edge of his vision, peering over his shoulder. Without thinking, he slaps his other hand over it, and takes a swift step away. Curious creature that they are, their head tilts, and they lean forward. 

“That was a lot of aether. Was that from a plant?”

“...Yes.” He says, seizing the idea. “I’d thought I’d spied an onion plant, and sought to hasten its growth.... it appears I was mistaken.” And before they can catch a better glimpse of the unnatural creation, he channels fire aether through the upper palm, sweeping over it in a crackling wave. 

There’s an unspoken question in their eyes, but they say nothing, and after a long moment, return to the campfire. 

[dragonlover158429]

Litterally any form of authority that exists (the police, the army, the time-police e.c.t): I'm gonna ask you to be respectful here.

Paperinik: I will politely decline.

[dutybcrne]

Thinking abt Kae’s Fatui verse,,,,

[dracaeons]

in modern thedas, reva presents herself as a reclusive 'contact' for the veil jumpers, passing as an expert in elvhen history and leading expeditions into dangerous ruins. she's a quest-giver, and can probably visit the lighthouse — but rook should be careful about when they let her do that, since she'll immediately use the eluvian to access the crossroads and disappear within it, in search of solas.

[chucapybara]

saw ur noah kiefer post and is this perhaps? noahcore?

OHHH god yeah. that's so it!! you get me!!! i love how grotesque the post is ☺️ when devotion is so extreme it would rend apart flesh itself in proof

it's in a metaphorical sense, but the theme pervades in every iteration of her across verses—a force of good that's too good it doesn't belong in the pews but elevated upon with reverence!! so loved and adored that she can only ever be a treasure to be given up, never kept. from the moment of her birth was there already purpose to fulfill, and one she's always taken pride in: to love without measure, to bestow her heart that was never hers to keep

reminds me of this one healer character from the miss peregrine series. read it a long time ago, and the eerieness of it, the pictures went so hard. i recall there having been a woman shrouded in a veil whose peculiarity was that she could sacrifice parts of her (usually fingers) and the dust (?) produced by disintegrating those limbs could heal injuries

noah is in much the same way. immovable object of such quiet passion, a sliver of sun woven into beams of moonlight. there's so much of her to give and yet never to keep, and always leaves behind a sense of longing—but when every cell, every vein beats with the encapsulating want to nourish and to offer itself, how can she ever stop?

[milkyseaweed]

Erm.. What the flip

[randomnameless]

It still amaze me how so many people are going to scream about how well written 3H is and demands another story like that

Nopes or FE16 anon?

lol

TBH, no FE game is really that "well-written" bar FE5 but the writing of the Fodlan games is really something... special.

You have a huge discrepency between the "shown" stuff and the "told" stuff and nothing that is ever shown is acknowledged, or if it is, it is in a very stupid way which makes everything so artificial, characters are discussing how the sky is purple when you see it being blue, and only in one route someone bothers correcting himself and it's supposed to be a great turning point, but the player was already, at this point, shouting at his screen in frustration.

In that regard, TS is better written and what is said matches what is shown, or characters react to what is shown to the point of changing their POV - dramatically - in the last chapters of the game lol

In a way, Fodlan games thrive on the player picking a fave and embracing their POV, regardless of what the game presents - sometimes it works because the sky is purple when the characters say it is, but sometimes, it's not and you... are not supposed to care, because your fave said the inverse, and never reconsiders.

So I wouldn't say it's well written, it's full of biased narrators but no narrator ever interacts with the plot events you're objectively playing through (especially in WC, remember Baldo'n'Waldi?).

So you're left with a blue sky, and having to pick characters saying the sky is red, yellow, green or sort of purple.

[countlessrealities]

@radiodemon77 sent: [ to Vox ] Wordlessly with their signature smile Alastor very childishly pushes him. Why? No reason he's just bored and felt like annoying him.

The moment his rival comes into view, Vox found himself filled with wariness and annoyance. He had stopped trusting anything concerning Alastor, even just slightly, since after they had viciously parted ways, but these days he was even more suspicious.

Could anyone blame him, when the old-timey prick had done nothing but messing with him since he had showed up at the door of that tacky Hotel of his?

The Radio Demon was perfectly civil, even if not without malice, when Charlie or Vaggie were around, but the moment their eyes were elsewhere? The masks disappeared faster than rat up a drainpipe.

So, when Alastor sauntered up to him, the Media Overlord was expecting...well, he didn't have a clear idea of what he was expecting, but he was certain that it would have been nasty.

All considered, the shove wasn't that bad. The real problem was that it wasn't among what he had prepared for, so it still caused him to drop the documents he had been holding.

"Well, damn, would you look at that! I've always thought that you lived in a nursery home, but now I'm starting to wonder if maybe kindergarten would be more fitting," he deadpanned in obvious annoyance, snatching up the papers off the floor. "Or maybe one of those place specific for old people with dementia."

[dayglow-company]

Dave uses his wind magic to make a certain few he knows poof full put!

Viv is not happy because had just gotten her fur nice and clean. Maybe a little pampering as well.

Jack and Ruic are happy little fluff balls. They liked to take the small things they could, and didn't put as much care into their fur as Vivienne did.

[shroudcryptid]

FFXIVWrite Day 16- Third-Rate

They will not serve this half dead Scion bad food, the Warrior thinks, staring at him over the campfire. Eating half the things that hadn’t agreed with them, would more likely than not kill him outright. The raw grubs that went squish when you bit down, the half eaten antelope carcass they’d found when dizzy from hunger and had bitten into raw, the numerous roots that they’d pulled free of the rich earth under the impression they were one and the same as they’d gathered alongside their mother as a child, and that time they’d been hungry enough to roast a diremite on a spit. Or that already-opened jar of bubbly mun-tuy beans they’d found on the roadside. 

Well. They’d been smart enough to never try mushrooms, they think, doing a little preening shake as they set the bloodied knife aside, and reach in with their hands to begin pulling the pelt free of the White Joker’s carcass. 

[unholywood]

❛   patch .   for joel to help abby  patch  up  a  wound .

the smell of petrichor & fresh sweat commingle; deep-seated in the rich humidity of the coming spring thawing jackson. calloused fingers into her skin with each envelope of gauze, musculature pitching back the wince as a nettled expression & purse of the mouth. “  y'lived here long?   ”  there isn't a word for this kind of tone, it burdens familiarity but still absconds the sense of what a stranger is. to be familiar with the repercussions of his rage [..] the pragmatic sense that simmers to the depth of her character— is it familiar enough? the words press for understanding.

tender flesh on the forearm twitches, flush cardinal; jagged metal had gored at the flesh, split & torn in shallow but visceral directions. blood had dried in thinning dredges, browning by oxidation in the blades of arm hair & constricted by the gauze. the adrenaline of the chase had subsided into the throb of the close; seated on the precipice & close to the tired buzz of once fireflies.

[akkivee]

rio’s mic has the potential to be the only mic that works post rei takeover being a prototype mic, and harmonious cooperation showed us that anybody can share a mic, via shakku kicking kuukou’s ass with hitoya’s, so it’d be neat to see that be a thing again i think!!!!

[dr11ft]

Kazumi (Japanese: カズミ, 和美) / "peace, beauty"

[subdued-moderation]

INFILTRATION: Shepherd's Flock \ Part VI

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The resulting brawl is...Is it a pun to call it a washout for the other side? Temperance has access to plenty of water with the pipe he busted, his foes can only be relieved that he doesn't deign to flood and drown all of them.

Maybe if this was a mass slaying, he would have. But he needs answers and it would go against himself to take lives without necessary reason.

So instead, a beatdown is more than good enough. A fist to ones face, sending a tide to drag and smash another against a wall. One of the humans draws a gun, a quick sphere of water thrown at their hand as they fire disrupts the bullet.

It ends only when, as he lifts one by the shirt to throw...

"...!!!" An electrified bolt whizzes past his face, letting out a grunt in surprise as he freezes in place. He can still barely feel the tingles of the electrical current just barely dancing on his muzzle.

"OKAY! Okay, boys. That's enough already...!" A new voice speaks, the sounds of a miniature crossbow joining their timbre, along with the clacking of hooves on the floor. "I was trying to tell you all to just let the dog in, to avoid a mess! We're a non-profit, remember? We don't have the spare budget to afford getting trashed!"

He knows this voice, and if the Entities weren't enough to prove his sister's involvement here, this Virtue would be the clencher. He turns his head in their direction, regarding them coldly.

"...Hello, Generosity."

The black sheep adjusts her scarf, coming to a stop and aiming her mini-crossbow upwards as she beams brightly at the Heavenly Virtue.

"Hiiii, Tempy! Been a while!"

Temperance sighs. This infiltration has turned into a headache...

[thedeadthree]

i would like to know more about karolinas surefire way of wooing pls allegra 👁

HII AJ BELOVED <3 you dear you! i hope ur doing well and having the loveliest day! you deserve it!!!!! karolina's ideal dynamic between her and her partners in any and all of her verses taunting and being insufferably smug is her love language aksjkmx shows veeery much here <3 and i just think they're lovely! here's the full version for u! <3

WIP TITLE ASK GAME 🖊

“So… Simon. Your mission is... finished. You can go home and do what it is that Simon Riley’s do on a Wednesday night.” 

He drags out a long sigh. She continues. 

“Maybe when this all blows over you and i can have a vacation perhaps… I’m thinking France. You’ll be paying of course.” 

“Do you think I’m made of money Pajari? I’m not the idiots you con.” He deadpans.

“So you’re taking me up on my offer?” Karolina remarks, grinning.

“No.” 

“Fair play fair play. And by the way I never said you were made of money dear, though you would make a handsome dollar. You’re a lieutenant in the 141. Though a more than decent paycheck, but that’s not what i wish to discuss. Captain Price and Laswell are my babysitters, not you. You’re free to go yet here you are… still here with little old me.” 

She taps her index finger to her chin, “Interesting. Don’t you think?” 

Her hands are bound but she’s maneuvered herself to a position in the vehicle to where she can rest her elbows on the window. Her Midnight hair reached to a point or two past the middle of her back, draped in a way that if she wasn’t bound you would think was strategic. Not that he has noticed.

“You must really enjoy my company huh?”

“I don’t. We’re not done. We have your friends and friends of your friends to take care of. And then after them, there’s you.”

Karolina could be focusing on gazing at the pretty scenery on the ride to the location.

She would rather bother him on this peaceful occasion. Lovely.

And she’s testing his patience.

Her infuriating perpetually smug gaze finds his again, “from the way i see it, and in the words of your countrymen, i think you fancy me Simon.”

“No I don’t.”

“Sure.”

And she would be right. Which surprises himself even.

It's infuriating.

[apothekosm]

" i don't quite follow . "

❝ No? I- I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed anything... May I rephrase? ❞

There is treachery in the air, a heavy cloud of deception and betrayal. It clings to her like a veil, obscuring her soft, curious expressions and muffling her lies so that they almost sounded innocent. Even were this conversation happening elsewhere, away from a buzzing thoroughfare of sensory distortion, she would simply be just a touch beyond too well hidden. And for good reason, too.

The Parasite, like the Coruscanti Noble she was so casually impersonating, was simply fascinated by the notion of a Clone Army! Descending from the stars one day, uniform and unbeatable, carrying the Republic on their backs and leaving clankers in their wake... How exciting! How grand!

So grand, in fact, that even her masters, who'd 'already created the perfect clone long ago' found themselves on the back foot in a race they believed they'd been leading... But why?

Why were they worried about these clones? Why did their presence make hers seem so... frivolous? What did HE have that SHE didn't!?

Questions pressing enough to drag her far and away from the safety of her moons, deep into the heart of enemy territory, where only death & the truth awaited her.

❝ I suppose what I'm asking, @rexihka, is... what makes you tick? What is it about you, and yours, that makes this great conflict seem so... winnable, all of a sudden? ❞