#ren cormander archival intern

[eviltoxicmosssauce]

Meet Ren! They were hired as an intern post-Prentiss in order to keep Jon from chewing up the furniture and/or stalking his coworkers. Unfortunately Elias forgot to hire someone who had any qualifications whatsoever aside from being touched by At Least one of the fears (and also a little bit gay) so they're not having the best time.

featuring @cosmicisbored 's oc Collin because i love him

I WOULD LOVE ASKS. I HAVE SO MUCH LORE FOR THEM YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. SOOO MUCH LORE

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Something has changed.

Laertes can feel it, on the pit of her being- something that had been sleeping is awake, now, and it is growing restless.

All bets are off in the Surgical Theater. And that can only mean one thing.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

A quilt appears, alone in the darkness, a knife clenched tight in hand. He feels this place like he would feel a limb, feels the darkness crawling through it like something sour in the pit of their stomach. Laertes has had to fight their domains to look for Ren before, they’re not afraid to do it again.

He doesn’t like being here. Not at all. But he dislikes not knowing where their friend is more.

“Love?”

If anything in this pit of shadow hears them, fae can’t see it.

[the-fog-isnt-real]

The figure sitting alone at the round coffeeshop table doesn't seem familiar at first, not until Geist does a double take. It's Ren, hunched over some sort of notebook and writing in a careful, practiced hand.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

Geist stops next to them, coffee in hand.

"oh, um, hi!"

After last time, it feels almost odd to meet them in such a mundane context. The two of them might as well be normal, clueless humans.

And - just like a human who has never had fog clouding their mind and telling them not to care about what others think - she stands there, hesitant to sit down unasked.

[casandaxel]

There is a horrible sound in the pipes; a sound like the draining, shuddering cough of a dying man. Something black oozes out from beneath the bathroom door.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

Cas noticed the sound first. Turning to the bathroom, he saw the black… liquid…ish… stuff, and he hesitated for a moment. He’s avoided the bathroom as much as possible. With a quick inhale, standing up from the couch, he grabbed a knife from the kitchen cabinet. Then he ran to the bathroom and he flung the door open.

[little-watcher]

What's going on?

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

vi cs… h e ra n aw ay. a nd it s al l m y fa ult

[child-of-the-vast]

The space between dimensions is thin, in their apartment, as if someone had just passed through it. Based on the fog still clinging to the floor, the Lonely is close by. He could almost touch it.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

Orion can feel it, in the way the fog swirls around their feet and the cold seeps into their bones. They cautiously step forward, looking for some way to cross. He reaches a hand up and places it on the closest wall-it seems like a long shot, but anything is fair game. He gives it a gentle shove- seeing if it’s got any give.

[nobodys-soldier]

Ren is wandering the streets of London, aimless. They can't stop thinking about the music box. Can't stop wishing they'd managed to figure it out.

They pass under an almost unnatural shadow, the tension bleeding from their shoulders as they pause for a moment to just let it engulf them.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

A man stands there, a stranger in the dark. The shadow could be his, or one of xers friends, or maybe just Rowan xemself. There’s no substantial difference anymore. Hadn’t been for a long time. He takes comfort in that.

He blinks in surprise as somebody walks by, pausing along their way to step into his bubble of quiet, and stand uncomfortably close to him in this little hollow he’s created. It’s not like they could see Rowan before. But he hadn’t really thought that through.

“Um…hi?”

[y0ud0n0tkn0w]

...You're an avatar of the Dark, yes?

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

Who says I am?

... Fine, I guess you already know anyways. Yup, I am. Why? And who are you?

[architecture-lover-ash]

When Ash pulls up outside the building, Ren is standing outside, holding something bundled in their hands. They give a small wave as Ash steps out of their car.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

Ash gave Ren a smile and a little wave back in greeting as they walked up. They were holding the book in their hands, but kind of awkwardly away from their body, as if it might explode or something. They didn’t really understand what Leitners… well… do.

“Hi Ren! What’s up? What do you have?” They point to the thing Ren is holding.

[archivalassistantriaan]

I don't mean to freak you out, but, uh. Worms.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

i didnt come in to work today, what do you me-

oh. oh shit.

[eviltoxicmosssauce]

tma oc doodle dump <3

c4s belongs to @notsoscarystudios, laertes belongs to @fuck-john-calvin, sesh belongs to @void-of-autism, and ren and andis belong to me!!!

[laertesthelocalstranger]

Ren is filing stacks of statements in the Archives when there's a familiar cadence of knocks on the door.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

Laertes doesn’t even wait to finish knocking before blipping in, dangling his feet off a desk and disrupting his fair share of papers. He mostly just wanted to prove to that one anon that he still did pop goes the weasel stuff, anyway.

“Hiya, Ren.”

They look different than last they met. Both in that he seems like the version of Laertes that they know, and that she got her legs back- if not all of her pieces. Some sharp and heavy pendant has replaced the old eye joke, something that spins like a compass and doesn’t quite make sense when Ren tries to look at it.

[the-fog-isnt-real]

Hello.

I believe we met before.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

oh, it's you!

so i was right about you after all. to some extent, at least.

[casandaxel]

Ren collapses into Cas's arms the second he opens the door.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

Cas blinked a few times, holding Ren close and running a hand through their hair. They looked awful. “Ren? What- what happened?” He asked quietly, leading Ren to the couch to sit down.

[child-of-the-vast]

Hey.

@ren-cormander-archival-intern

Hey Ren. Uhm. Are you back home?

[eviltoxicmosssauce]

someone's acting suspicious :3