#Novalx
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✏️ for Novalx
Alright, there is literally no way I can go into this without diving balls deep into Ouroboros Unbound so here we go!
Novalx initially wasn't gonna have a whole lot of presence, to be totally honest. They were just considered to be a fun little extension, a new sona, in a way, to project some things onto. Not so much now.
When Ouroboros Unbound came into being, it was nowhere near as big as it is now. It was gonna be a simple thing, a means of projection by having plausible explanation for how they sustained the injuries that I planned on imparting onto them, but before any of us knew it, boom, it got huge.
So here's the deal with Nova. They've always been pretty shy, on the meek end, and for fairly obvious cultural reasons (those being that they're an anon-presenting Limeblood), they were non-confrontational. Their life was pretty simple until they had to deal with Lysander taking them down and hurting them like he did. Rutaci was a recently met figure in their life who expressed an interest in them for reasons that they didn't quite understand, but there was enough curiosity that they decided to give him a chance. Little did they know that that would be what saved their life, and it actually wasn't until the events of "Limbo" that they learned who Ru actually was.
From then on, they're left pained, weakened, and still recovering but thankfully under Ru's wing. It's rocky, but they end up finding out that they need each other and learn to slowly heal with each others' support. It's a rocky road, and as past and present traumas arise, things are coming to a head, but hell is all but ready to break loose when they flee in the evening with only a note left behind.
Nova's always been on the nervous side, reasonably cowardly, but the events of Ouroboros have shaken them to their core and broken them down. They're ruled by fear, and that fear is causing them to make irrational decisions. Their stubbornness has seized them and has yet to let go, and it's unlikely that it will unless they lose the will to fight. They're at a pivotal point right now where they're growing tired of running and hiding. They're exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally. They're hurt, they're afraid, and they're angry that their whole life has come to this. They know, now moreso than ever, that if Omnius discovers them and knows of their relation to Rutaci and Stygia, then things are only going to get worse. They've also come to bear enough rage, suffering, and resentment that they refuse to go down without a fight, even knowing that they wouldn't stand a chance against anyone who looked their way.
Interestingly enough, they don't know whether Omnius knows of them or not, let alone if he would be after them. Novalx is one who is prone to assumption and draws their conclusions, and it was for that very reason that they left, because they assumed that if they were found out, then they would lead Omnius to Rutaci. They didn't take into consideration that Rutaci, among several others, would put themselves at risk looking for them.
One of my favorite aspects of Nova, personally, is their parallels to Stygia. While Stygia was formally known as The Catalyst by some, Nova is, unwittingly, a catalyst themself. I myself have dubbed them a 'cornerstone character', as it's appeared at least to me that the majority of advancements made come in response to events that they bring forth. In-universe, though, Rutaci has noted more than once of how he's seen Stygia in Nova, not just in looks, but in their personalities and tendencies. Whether it's literal or metaphorical, Stygia's legacy lives on in Nova.
The way I see it, no one expected The Catalyst to live on after death, but in more ways than one, Ouroboros Unbound has come to reveal that to be exactly the case.
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The Snake Bit More Than He Could Swallow
Character(s): Omnius Dioxal, Athens Uyilst, mentions of Kulsot Amrida and Soliel Laambe (contrastparadoxx)
About: Tension between Kulsot and Omnius finally broke, and Omnius is left to reflect and make some big decisions. Fortunately, a friend comes to comfort him.
Word Count: 991
Omnius stared into the glass of golden whiskey in his hand. He wasn't appearing himself, rather his hair was disheveled and shirt was wrinkled, his collar uneven and his tie undone. He felt just as he had the day Kulsot died: empty, and overcome.
His greed and hubris finally got the best of him. Not the whole of him, no, he wasn't dead yet, though he felt like he was. Both Kulsot and his baby girl Soliel? The hive was too quiet, the bed too cold, and he already missed the sound of Soliel's pencils scratching at a sketchbook. They could be anywhere by now, somewhere on the road, far away from here.
The shards of a mask that Kulsot left behind mocked Omnius. The Teal didn't even get a choice between the mask and his love. The string tied around Kulsot's throat has finally been pulled taught.
This is what you get, he told himself, for loving someone. For being weak and vulnerable.
This was my own damn fault and I know it, he tried to reason back.
It all felt hopeless.
He pulled out his phone, tempted to text Masuni, but what would that do? Therapy won't bring the Mutant back. No matter the progress.
Then he scrolled to Athens' number. Kulsot had loved him, too, had he not? Omnius wondered how their undoing went, if Athens was faring any better than he was. He pressed the phone to his ear.
"Hey 0mni." There was the slightest quiver in the Purple's voice. Omnius sighed, guilty for the relief.
"Athens."
Several moments of silence were shared. The Teal had no energy to keep up his normally charismatic facade, and Athens was ever patient even in his own sorrow. The Purple knew it was Omnius' fault for both of their failed relationships, and he was allowing the other to grieve.
"...Are you available tonight?" Omnius finally spoke after what felt like an eternity.
"I Am."
"Could you please," Omnius had to swallow a lump in his throat. This was not the man he wanted to spend the evening with. He'd much rather it be Kulsot, but it would go without saying that would be near impossible now. "Could you please come... come over?" He paused, hesitated, but then it spilled out from him-- croaked voice and tears and all: "I don't want to be alone." It's dark without his family.
"I'm 0n My Way 0ut The D00r."
"Thank you."
He hung up then and fished in his pocket for something else: a wallet. He opened it, gazed on the pictures of his former matesprit and daughter, and tugged at another photo behind them. It was old and worn, slightly torn, captured in black and white. It was a group photo himself, Rutaci, Liahne, Stygia, and a few others. His eyes lingered on Rutaci, especially.
"Is this how you feel, ole friend?"
A part of him wanted to reach out to the Pyrite, to hold him as he used to hold Kulsot. Maybe, just maybe, there was some possibility for forgiveness, and they could all start again....
No.
He crumpled the photo in his hand, brought it to his lips, and sobbed. The wedding ring in his pocket weighed a little too heavy for his comfort, and the picture felt like he was holding a fist full of needles. Painful items. Painful memories. Painful realizations.
He would have to let Novalx go, get Rutaci's attention and leave them to him. Then leave. Leave Rutaci. Stop chasing his own tail. Let the prey be free. Just leave. Leave. Leave. LEAVE.
Omnius didn't know how long he was sitting there, photo clenched in his hand, his whiskey growing warm. He didn't move until he felt hands on his shoulders, and he quickly jerked out of the way, eyes wide.
"S0rry T0 Startle. Y0u Left The D00r Unl0cked."
Omnius blinked, then looked to the ground, "I did, just in case they--"
"They're N0t C0ming Back. I Kn0w Y0u Have A Hard Time Getting 0ver Things, But Trust Me 0mnius I've Been D0wn This R0ad With My 0wn Sister."
"Th-they're not coming back...?" His eyes shone; wet, pathetic, not at all the man Omnius usually is.
His gaze seemed distant then, as if he was drifting off into a world of his own. You don't need them, said the cold voice in his head. They're taking away your control.
But he didn't want control. He wanted his daughter in his arms. He wanted his man on his lips.
"How did you move on, from your sister?"
Athens eyed him thoughtfully, "I All0wed Myself T0 Feel Hurt. Then I Th0ught 0ver Why She Left. And I Tried S0mething New In My Life."
"Did you ever make peace with the man you used to be?"
"N0," Athens answered, "But I Can Rec0gnize My Willingness T0 Change And C0mpare It T0 What Has Changed, And Kn0w That It Is G00d En0ugh. N0t Perfect. But G00d En0ugh. And Then I D0 It S0me M0re."
He tilted his head in a bird like manner, a motion that had always amused Omnius, "What D0 Y0u Want T0 Change Ab0ut Y0urself?"
"...I want to be a man that Kulsot could want again."
"Mm. Y0u Are Already. But Wanting And Being Are Sadly Tw0 Different Things.
"So what do I do? You've always been better at this... emotion thing, than I have."
"Let Him G0."
This was said in such a way that Omnius was taken aback, as if the 'him' in question were a number of people. Well, perhaps it was; Kulsot, Initiate, Rutaci.... but surely Athens couldn't know the latter two? The Teal looked up at the Lilacblood, startled, but Athens gave no further answer to his question than that.
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Oh, it's nothing like that! I understand that you're super skilled and all, but it still wouldn't be wise to underestimate him, either. But fair enough, I guess. I'm just wondering: Why exactly do you care? Is it just because this troll is related to Ru, or is it something else?
"Something like that. I do have a soft spot for young trolls as vvell if you are vvilling to believe it. I suppose - should I come across this Novalx - I see no reason to refuse."
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Nova gets a text message from no other than Rutaci:
'Hey kiddo. I don't know if this will reach you, but I miss you.'
Nova jerked awake from a restless sleep on the graciously offered couch on which they'd found themselves spending their days. Was that a text? Nobody had their number, did they?
They reached over to grab their phone and selected the notification. When it opened, their eyes teared up, and they took a breath as they read the message. Nova went to set down the phone again, leaving the message on read, but it almost hurt them too much to do so. After a moment, they tapped on the 'reply' bar and typed out a short message.
'/|\Miss you too. Don't worry, I'm safe. /|\'
The Canpio lowered the phone and leaned forward, resting their crossed arms on their knees and sighing.
"Who was that," Aurumi queried as he poked his head around the kitchen door frame, his horn jewelry clicking together with the movement.
Nova only shook their head in reply and sniffed as they hugged themselves and lowered their head. Their voice cracked pitifully as they spoke.
"/|\I-It's fine. It's nobody./|\"
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Oh yeah! Kulsot is a rainbow drinker himself
I’m pretty sure he makes a majority of the food you eat too
"/|\That was him??/|\"
>Blink.
"/|\Well, uh... someone should tell him that I appreciate it, then. And that he could probably open up a place with that kind of skill./|\"
>Just gonna gloss over Kulsot being a drinker, huh?
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You should squeeze the duck, trust me
"/|\...If you insist-/|\"
"/|\HOLY SHIT, IT LIGHTS UP./|\"
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nova where are you?
"/|\Funny you should ask! I'd love to tell you! Maybe I could get the hell out of here and things would be just great! Time to pack up and call it a night, Omnius sure wouldn't notice that I was missing./|\"
"/|\I have no fucking idea./|\"
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Nope sorry but I WILL give you a rubber duck to be your new friend
"/|\...Sure. Not like it can make things any worse./|\"
You tuck the duck into your hoodie pocket and keep your hand wrapped around it.
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*Pokes Nova with a stick*
"/|\...Why?/|\"
"/|\And more importantly, could you get me out of here? Please?/|\"
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not fair to them? since when was any of this fair to them?
"/|\It isn't. It never was./|\"
>You grimace at the next thought to cross your mind. Your jaw clenches.
"/|\I wish I could just tell 'em not to come after me. It's what I deserve for being so stupid. Just... I'd rather die than be used to hurt him anymore./|\"
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Hey, Nova? I know it seems hopeless, but someone who cares about Ru has his eye out for you and can keep you safe. If you happen to meet or hear about a male Jade named Viktor, try to get to him ok?
>Could that really be true? Part of you believes it, but another part of you doesn't want to. Another part of you can't accept it. In fact, it rattles you, shakes you to the core, and you suddenly want nothing more than to wail in the darkness of your solitude. You're just too exhausted, too worn in every feasible way.
"/|\I'm not... I'm not going anywhere, anon./|\"
You feel a pang in your head and shudder as those tears that brim your eyes fall.
"/|\They don't need to... do anything. I got myself into this... 's not fair to them./|\"
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Nova, you know your fears are coming to life, right? just because you did something no one asked you to
did you know Omnius didn't even know you existed? but now you've run away and caught his attention
bravo, how long do you think this adventure of yours is going to last?
"/|\...I did what I could. I... did what I did because I was trying to protect them./|\"
>You pause, lowering your voice as you draw your arms to your chest. Tears spring to your eyes for gog only knows how many times, now. You don't care enough to keep count.
"/|\How was he even gonna know...? I'm- I did everything right, I laid low, I listened to my ancestor and now.../|\"
"/|\I think it's already over./|\"
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fun fact, when he goes to bed sometimes rutaci is too excited to sleep because he wants to play with ammare and make her laugh
hes already dozed off with her nestled in his arms. theres probably a picture of it on someone’s phone
rutaci a d o r e s her and really really wishes ammare and novalx could meet rn
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Conflict of Interest, Part 1
Characters: Silene Khorin, Novalx Astera (mentioned), Omnius Dioxal (mentioned, @memurfevur), Rutaci Faurux (mentioned, @/memurfevur), Masuni Astera (mentioned, @/memurfevur)
Synopsis: As an employee in handling imperial intelligence, it’s important to have knowledge on standby. In light of current events, Silene must make a choice.
Word Count: 1,128
I always had my suspicions about the truth.
I’ve known for sweeps that something was amiss, long since before Stygia’s execution. I still think often of how they came to me in the quiet moments, seeking my guidance. They cared so much for Rutaci, and I believe that the same sentiments could have been said in their feelings for Omnius.
She had so much to say, but it seemed that she never could answer her own questions. She was a smart troll, but she seemed as if she would rather try to understand others than to understand herself.
I suppose the events of the recent days have left me reminiscing. Maybe I’m... a little nostalgic. I haven’t been able to stop thinking of any of them- all four of them- ever since the
Silene lifted her quill from the page. Her ears twitched as she glanced upwards towards the hatch. Her heart raced as she listened to the creaking, waiting with bated breath. She wasn’t afraid, not in the slightest, but there was yet more to listen for.
At last, there came the sound of scratching, and Silene stood to answer. A winged, white beast decorated with faint marks of indigo-purple and no smaller than a horse, descended through the hatch and landed before her with a chirp. Its beak clacked together as it rolled its tongue, and tufted ears flicked as it regarded her. The beast stretched as talons and claws tapped against the floor, and feathers and fur fluffed up before Silene brushed them down while she reached with her other arm to close and secure the hatch.
“You’re back,” she breathed in relief as she sat back down. The nights were always dangerous, and every night that her lusus came scratching was never taken for granted. Silene paused again as she reached for her quill. Unease settled in her stomach as she glanced towards her lusus, then she reached out to stroke her feathers again. It was more to self-soothe than to groom, then she watched the lusus turn to walk behind her before she felt a slight tug at her hair. She sighed softly as the beast began to preen her, and she took the opportunity to pick up her quill and gaze over the paper before her.
great fallout came to pass. There was a wild, untamed spark like a wildfire that seemed to blaze through all of them in the ways that they gazed upon one another. They were a fervent group with ideals that swatted through the dark as if they were reaching for the stars themselves. Their ideals were all similar, but their methodology was their downfall. Their modus operandi were what brought them into conflict. Manipulation and betrayal was what came to rule them. Their own paranoia consumed them, and if the recent talk of bounties and murders are any indication, then it may come to be worse yet.
I’ve been sitting on a new set of suspicions for sweeps, now. It was the lack of a corpse of a sought-after war criminal and the sudden uptick in a certain mutant’s bounty that told me everything that I needed to know: Rutaci is alive, implicated in the murders of several government officials and official-adjacents. He must be back in the area, no doubt in search of something that he’s clearly desperate or foolhardy enough to seek so openly.
I would’ve questioned the idea of revenge, had it not been so long ago. Instead, my theory is that it’s something else. I discovered in the registry an employee who caught my eye. A hemoanonymous young man, Masuni Astera, holds office in a nearby mental health facility. I paid a visit to said facility to see for myself, and indeed, he looks strikingly like Stygia. Her descendant, I’m sure, as meek and disarming as his hidden blood would surely allow. The boy seemed baffled, understandably disinterested in his heritage. It would concern me less had I not heard tell of how he held quadratic ties with Dioxal.
And yet, there was another during one of my visits. Dioxal was in the building, and I felt his gaze steeled upon me. I was in the office to seek records for another patient, as is customary to my position, when I chanced upon seeing the boy in question guiding out another troll. Their horns were the same, and I could see in the other that, while they wore a mask across the lower half of their face, their eyes bore an unveiled, vibrant green with rays of gold. Another Astera, I was sure- anonymous in symbol, but their eyes told their story. Omnius stayed close to them as they left in haste.
The Duellist paused in her writing. The gentle tugging ceased as her lusus retreated to lie in her nest, and it was during that silent respite that Silene turned her gaze to the computer on her desk, watching as it extracted lines of data and displayed them before her. That had surely been the young troll she had seen. It had been difficult to find any information on them, but there was no such thing as a nonexistent trail. She sat back, rubbing her eyes in protest of the brightness of her screen as she regarded the information before her: Novalx Astera, aged 13, caste redacted. Hemoanonymity could only get a troll so far in life, but it seemed in the case of Masuni and Novalx that they had managed to somehow survive.
Silene’s bloodpusher ached as if it had been gripped by an icy fist. Even with their face hidden, she could see the similarities. She had with both of them, even in ways that she would’ve never imagined. She remembered how she had threatened to soften when she had seen Masuni meekly hide himself behind his scarf. Ah, so much they had inherited from someone that they never knew. This couldn’t be a coincidence. It may have been far beyond her reach and even farther beyond any right of hers to involve herself in such affairs, but she wasn’t perfect. Until there was news of a body, she knew what needed to be done, if not for Rutaci’s peace, then her own.
It is as I feared. Rutaci is alive, rampaging, and Dioxal clearly has reasons for keeping close to Stygia’s spawn. I must find Rutaci first. I must speak with him before it’s too late. If he falls, then the fours’ collective ambitions will be lost with him. I wish I could say that Omnius himself could be a bearer of those same dreams, but it’s clear to anyone who knew him once that he had lost his way and himself so long ago.
Sempirus vivere tuum veri.
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yeah hi, i dont talk much :)
um the issue is that you're acting like you own a person, and Kulsot's been on the receiving end of that treatment before. Honestly, I thought you were smart enough to put that together.
"I would have expected my quadrants to talk to me if they had issues, like mature adults, and not keep silent."
"I do not 'own' Rutaci. He is mine in a way that lovers are to each other, that friends are. And I want him back. We could live happily, I think. Him, Kulsot, Novalx, Soliel and I.... our own little group, much as before, but ... happier. And no one has to die. Rutaci needs me, and he will see that in time."
"Liorre and Deux cared not for their victims. Perhaps Kulsot and Erik should seek therapy, if they wish to project their traumas onto me. I know a guy."
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