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#Get the hell outta dodge! (OOC)

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Trizyk... Just stares blanks at the moment.

And he was still on guard duty with the catacombs. Good thing it is rarely ever visited unless a demon ends up permanently dead. That, or putting a prisoner too angry to yield in a sarcophagus.

He was informed that it happened before, though it was NOT the Doom Slayer who was trapped here.

He shook himself fully conscious again. Can’t have someone tell him that he was dissociating, there.

#On The Hunt (IC) #Colossal Bodyguard (Trizyk) #The sands sway in tune with violence (RP) #(i would have tagged this as musings but i'll treat you to this as an open rp thread instead)

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Where does your power lie?

Quiz link

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ARGUS ZARDUK

the legs 

you are rooted. you know where you want to go. your strength is in your resolve, your determination. your power is running, dancing, resolute, trudging. your strength can weather storms and climb mountains. you cannot be moved unless you choose to, but if you so choose, you cannot be stopped.

tagged by @agcnt1ne

anyone can do this! repost, don’t reblog.

#Songs of the Lost (Musings) #It's all fun and games until someone loses their head. (Dashboard games) #Dissenter (Argus/The Wretch)

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...Tygrove swore he vaguely read about the Manticorae somewhere within the codices of this House’s library.

Why.

#On The Hunt (IC) #Now the whole desert knows! (Dash commentary) #Sentinel Stowaway (Tygrove) #(i'm also spreading the Dread (TM) to here) #(tygrove specifically) #(oh hey wes you're not alone either) #(skdsjldk)

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Tygrove was, in all honesty, taken aback by this stranger’s rather abrupt presence. The half-Marauder was busy minding his own business in the library, making translations, or transcripts of documents scattered across Hell that managed to be procured to House Arkah’s archival records. However, he had escape in mind since the beginning of his days in this particular hellhole.

And THEN what appeared to be the Doom Slayer came wall-crashing through the library. That ought to grab the attention of demons nearby. Something was definitely off though, whatnot with the choice of armor this individual decided to adorn himself with.

Tygrove had expected an escape, sure. But what in the fresh wraith berries was that? Now he knew that the agent ranks within the Night Sentinels who would sneak their way into alternative entry points.

Well, this might have been the Doom Slayer being the Doom Slayer, but it still didn’t make sense to him either way.

Then he heard that rough, perhaps even unsettling voice.

“...What was THAT, mate?” Tygrove began. “I mean, I’ve anticipated an eventual escape, but WHO would crash through walls like it’s nothing?”

Then again, he could hear footsteps coming the library’s way. “Never mind. You alerted nearby demons, and I suppose we could bolt ourselves out of here.” Tygrove picked up the hilt of his greatsword strapped on his belt.

“Unless of course, you’d like to give this House a good ol’ beating.” It didn’t take long before the greatsword flashed into life with its red, rune-laden blade. “Have you been to the dunes before?”

“There he is, the Slayer! He’s with the boy.” Shouted one of the demon guards in the distance. “Don’t let them escape!”

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      “ Come with me. ” A horrifyingly raspy, accented voice left the Maykr-armored Slayer’s helmet, yet his voice made it obvious this wasn’t just a suggestion.

      “ I’d rather a young lad like you didn’t die. ”

#On The Hunt (IC) #The sands sway in tune with violence (RP) #Sentinel Stowaway (Tygrove) #Lifeline Escapade (Richard Wesley) #agcnt1ne #(tygrove has SO MANY QUESTIONS) #(but perhaps the rest can be answered once the two make their way out of House Arkah)

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Let me cleanse myself with the fire. I want to burn away these ugly memories.

#Songs of the Lost (Musings) #Right Hand Lady (Sthusa)

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“Hey, Davoth.”

“...Mah’danok.”

#On the hunt (IC) #This ain't Nevada pal! (Crack) #Sentinel Stowaway (Tygrove) #Darkness Comes (Davoth) #(since dumblr refuses to register html on dashboard) #(mah'danok = essence drinker) #(anyone who knows the argenta language and are up to date with it would understand it and consider tygrove rude af for saying it) #(but he doesn't care) #(he an angry ram boi)

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cloakedinfall​:

Sniffling, slow breathing, a slow march back towards the calmness the youth had kept to when Tygrove had known him back in Argent D’nur. Just having Tygrove here with him made everything feel at least slightly better. He wasn’t alone. All he could do was just keep moving forward, and maybe they’d make it out of here together. 

For a few seconds Sid stays silent, his breathing finally having slowed down to a normal rate. “We’ve got this. Yea. We’ll make it work.” He tries to smile up at his friend, finally breaking the hug and stepping back. He definitely could make this work. 

He nods very slowly to Tygrove as he apologizes, and moves himself around the almost demon to grab at the books. They’d have to make this work quickly. It wasn’t like they had any choice after all.

“Alright then. Let’s get back to work.” Tygrove quickly responded before leading Sid to their work stations. “I’ve taken scribe classes while I was still in the academy, so if you need assistance with processing text records, let me know.”

Tygrove had already gone back to his job, but he was still keeping watch of Sid. He was still pretty concerned about his own safety, and that of his friend’s. By now, he had learned that some demons were fickle-- It was difficult to do things right in their eyes, but as long as he didn’t get in too much trouble, he would be in the clear.

...As much as he hated to admit it though, there were demons he at least tolerated. He even enjoyed the presence of one of them-- That huge bastard Trizyk was actually pretty harmless, for a demon class meant to lord over lower-class demons. He would only fight if he deemed the situation necessary for one, and he did tell Tygrove that one time where he was under the Spider Mastermind’s control, thus being unable to stop himself from doing as dictated by said mastermind.

And of course, that ended in him being killed by the Doom Slayer again, and twice at that.

The other was, surprisingly enough, Sthusa. As much as she was quite a bitch sometimes, she wasn’t that haughty princess, and having experience as a scribe before, she would be the one to give tips and advice to the half-Marauder on transcripts and translation.

#On the hunt (IC) #The sands sway in tune with violence (RP) #Sentinel Stowaway (Tygrove) #A Mage not from Hell (Sidereal) #cloakedinfall #A Tale in Scribbles (Sentinel Sid AU) #(tygrove: i hate this house and i want out of it asap) #(also tygrove: actually some aren't that bad after all but they're STILL demons) #(i wonder if tygrove is even still okay at this point) #(but he has to do what a survivor has to do)

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try pre-demon xyg'arkah bet

You meant Arahayl, so... *Cracks knuckles*

Even before she turned into an Archvile, Arahayl, or simply referred to as either Ara or Rahayl by people she knew, was an aristocrat. Regat and Aila were her parents.

Her birth home, the Crimson Dunes, still has some red sands, but used to be much more beautiful than what it is now. Pinkies were once completely different in appearance as native animals of that region.

She would be far less arrogant than her present self. She was kind to people and a lot of residents liked her for it.

Would you believe it if she had been proposed to many times, but she was one picky lady?

She eventually found someone she would later call the love of her life, Emyr.

Oh shit, war. She was forced to train herself and became part of Davoth's armies. Too bad she, her parents and her fiance got killed.

Arahayl and Regat were later resurrected as the Archviles Xyg and Rag because of their hatred for the Maykrs who won against them. They have been a resident of Hell since.

#Summoner's Notes (Headcanons) #Crown Princess of the Dunes (Xyg'Arkah) #Former Monarch (Rag'Arkah)

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Try original doom guy

William J. Blazkowicz III before he became the Slayer, huh?

I'll more than likely play him based on headcanons I got for blood-sxn.

Billy is a 90s boy (He was born on December 10th, same date as Classic DOOM), but how he experiences his 90s is slightly different than our own 90s. This has something to do with the direction Wolfenstein has taken since The Old Blood. And yes, video games are still a thing.

Even with a crappy dad (who later died), he was still for the most part, innocent. No Hell to plague him, and no demons to do a number on his overall wellbeing... yet.

He has a strong sense of justice, but at the same time grows sick of some corruption he witnessed within his own company while working for the USMC.

He definitely was more talkative than his present day-self, and it BOTHERS him if he has no one to speak to. Imagine having to face that when he had to eventually deal with the Phobos invasion alone.

In addition to that, he used to panic a LOT. More so with demons.

HAILEEEEEEEEEY ;n;

But also: DAISYYYYYYYY ;n;

Vincent, his stepston survived, but is left without his mother.

Things are never quite the same after the First Hell on Earth ended. This man deals with at least a few mental health issues, which can take a LONG time to recover from.

But you know what? Fuck Hell for ruining stuff for him AND his homeworld, so he goes on a basically sacrificial mission when he tried to clean up the Phobos base.

#Summoner's Notes (Headcanons) #Walking Fear (Doom Slayer)

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Send me ‘Try’ and a character and I will write how I would play that character

#Moments before disaster (RP Prompts)

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

#Moments before disaster (RP Prompts) #(ask pretty much anyone available-- from house arkah to the resistance) #(off-anon curious asks are fine too!)

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Thanks, Davoth. Tygrove’s mood is now ruined for the day.

#On The Hunt (IC) #Songs of the Lost (Musings) #Sentinel Stowaway (Tygrove) #Now the whole desert knows! (Dash commentary) #(i had to skdjslkd)

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@times-immora Continued from here!

Well, that last bit of sentence from Davoth just struck a major nerve with the half-Marauder. If there was anyone who would know how to push Tygrove’s buttons, now he knew that this massive excuse of a mah’danok-- Argenta for “essence drinker”, was one of them.

Question was-- Would this boy finally express his anger for what the Dark Lord’s subjects had dragged him into, or would he hold on to patience just a little bit longer?

Though Tygrove already had the answer.

“Right now? I’ll just get executed or become a full-on Marauder as punishment, so no. Not yet.” Both of his armored hands balled into fists. “But even a monster like you know that my own patience has limits. And I’m pretty sure you’ll also know how this all will play out.”

#On The Hunt (IC) #The sands sway in tune with violence (RP) #Sentinel Stowaway (Tygrove) #Darkness Comes (Davoth) #(tygrove wanted to be angy) #(but at the same time he's still holding on to patience) #(what a peculiar time to be stuck between a a rock and a hard place)

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Somewhere, a Summoner couldn't help but feel massive disappointment.

Elsewhere, the Dark Lord's former engineer couldn't help but find what he managed to hear recently funny.

#ic tbt #This ain't Nevada pal! (Crack) #Right Hand Lady (Sthusa) #Dissenter (Argus/The Wretch)

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“We have a training yard. Those of the demons who wish to serve as guards and soldiers make routine there.” Tygrove pointed to a direction next to Kelremak. “This way, please.” He then left the corridor where the Imps were talking to each other before seeing the Blood Sentinel.

The half-Marauder’s mind wandered again as he walked, reminiscing briefly of his life in Argent D’nur, with his twin brother and friends. He missed being in the academy, being curious about a lot of things and learning, and even forming bonds with kin.

Hell was entirely different. A cultural shock to him, really. But while he plans his escape, he would have little choice but to get used to the environment here.

They both arrived in the training yard shortly after, demons of varying sizes and shapes sparring with each other. This was a rare sight elsewhere, but courts of Crimson Dunes have one to ensure they could be protected against threats, or at least hold on for a bit longer.

“I train here as well, but less frequently than the others because of my line of work.” Tygrove explained. “Some demons can still get badly injured for mistaking their training for a real skirmish, so we have instructors to keep activity in the yard in check.“

Nearby was Tovir Moreus, a Marauder. Seemed like he was in charge of looking after these training grounds. He could notice both Tygrove and Kelremak having just entered.

And the presence of a Blood Trooper meant that official business is in place.

“Greetings, Blood Trooper.” The Marauder began. “It is a surprise to me that you have visited. Our court has not been graced by the presence of a member within Lord Davoth’s personal army.”

“What business may you have here, If it is not too much to inquire?”

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“Lord Davoth sent you here?” If the other Baron guard had eyebrows, it would be visibly raised. “A great news indeed! We have been struggling for the past few months trying to retake Earth. Those humans have become much bolder against our forces…”

“…And rumors are about regarding a certain insurrection within these dunes.” Came a voice of concern from this guard. “Either way, you may come in. It would be of inconvenience if we waste anymore of your time with talk.”

The Baron guards opened the fortress gate to allow both Kelremak and Tygrove entry, after which it became close shut the moment the two walked past it.

Insurrection? Tygrove had heard of that a few times before within the fortress. Something regarding an organization out there who are on a campaign against what Hell is doing to itself and every realm it sets foot on, if he was to gather from what denizens of this fortress had conversed about.

This was now a point of interest to him, and as such, he took mental note of it. But for now, he was to accompany Kelremak. “So, Kelremak– Would you like a tour on this fortress first, or would you rather proceed to the throne room right away?” A question was forwarded to her, in case she wished to see what House Arkah had to offer.

He could already hear those maddening Imps chat among each other, but the sight of even a single Blood Trooper alone made them go silent quickly, and they had to show a degree of respect to her.

If Tygrove wasn’t to assist someone in official business despite being a librarian, he would have smirked right away at such a scene. It looks like people are right about fodders being lowly ranks.

Reclamation of Earth was no news for the disgraced Argentan. Neither was it to Davoth. The realm of man was tenacious - and moreso with the bolster the Doomslayer offered them when he wasn’t on the prowl across blistering soul sands. Their numbers were dwindling but their spirit soared, and to hear from the maws of stronger classed demons they had problems was enough to elicit response. 

‘I will pass the message on,’ Kelremak offered to the two great brutes as they worked open wrought gates.  What would be done about insurrections would likely be sought to be nipped in the bud as soon as he took action. ‘I am certain the Lord will provide extra tech and totems, extra empowered creatures for your efforts.’ 

The Helltouched found no point in mentioning the chip on her mental shoulder as it were; how their concerns were already heard, both of Earth and malcontent. The Father of beasts  poured over everything with a sense of parental interest, monstrous suggestion of true form taking a seat in the corrupt woman’s thoughts with a mere filament of deific influence. Her eyes were his mirror for as long as she was in House Arkah, and he whispered like in days past what to say and do.

Turning helm to Tygrove, pupils ordinarily that of feline nature more a glinting crimson amidst a fiery backdrop, the query is mulled over before she chose a response. ‘A tour, even if not expansive or fully elaborated through, would be useful. To know layout of an area in discussion is essential in distributing resources smartly.’ Gesturing with a clawed gauntlet for him to guide the way briefly did muzzle of helm turn towards the gaggle of imps. As they were fullblood,  it would be easier to sense influence over the woman and a silent incentive to stay their distance.

‘Where to first?’

#On The Hunt (IC) #The sands sway in tune with violence (RP) #Sentinel Stowaway (Tygrove) #A Knight Too Far Gone (Kelremak) #Dual-wielding Menace (Tovir)

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#Songs of the Lost (Musings) #Sentinel Stowaway (Tygrove) #ask to tag tw #scopophobia tw #(oh this is tygrove on almost a daily basis in house arkah.......) #(some demons are looking at him with a LOT of expectations) #(and also to just give him the creeps i guess)