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goddesstrolls · 3 months

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Cat and Mouse

Kairos stood against the wall, arms folded.

If they could avoid going underground ever again, they’d gladly take it. This rambling cave was a pain to navigate, even with a light and a map. It took them twenty minutes of stumbling over stones and cursing under their breath to reach their target’s cavern hive.

They had replaced the boulder over the entrance precisely how they had found it. If the lights left on in the hive were any indication, the inhabitant would be back before long.

They had already searched the place- The owner’s lusus apparently not present, which was just as well, because Kairos was not told what to do with the beast. Their client had requested a scarf belonging to the target, and her phone. Both of which Kairos had located- The phone left sitting on the table was another indication that their target was sure to be back soon.

Kairos’ fin flicked as they heard something outside- A small shuffle carrying through a gap between the boulder and the entrance. Something else was out there. They readied themselves, pressing their back to the wall.

The boulder vanished, and a small figure hurried into the hive. In such a hurry, in fact, that Kairos had to dart forward in order to reach her. By her curved horns and small stature, they knew her to be their target.

They threw a bag over her head and cinched the drawstring around her neck, ignoring her shriek of surprise and fear. They grabbed her arms and forced her hands behind her back, and slammed a knee in between her shoulder blades to both stun her, and knock her to the ground.

Kneeling there to pin her with their body weight like an insect through a needle, Kairos pulled a pair of solid handcuffs off their belt and clipped them onto the oliveblood’s wrists. They snaked their hand under the bag enough to put an anti-psionic collar around her neck.

Entirely unnecessary, as far as Kairos could tell. Their client claimed the oliveblood was a pacifist and had no psionics. She screamed and fought against the cuffs and they straightened with an annoyed huff, considering giving her a kick to shut her up.

Movement outside the hive caught their attention. A giant mouse the size of a car was barrelling towards them.

Ah, the resident’s lusus.

Kairos lifted their head and glared at the animal, their destructive magical energy heightening enough to hum off the walls of the hive. A silent warning: Cross that threshold, and I will slaughter you without even lifting a finger.

The animal froze outside the entrance- Seeming distraught but not daring to enter. She could sense their energy, and as badly as she wanted to aide her charge, she knew she didn't stand a chance against Kairos.

They scoffed faintly and doubled over to grab their still screaming, crying, begging target off the ground.

“Shut up.” Kairos snarled in her ear. Her screaming immediately died away into a sob, and they dragged her through the hive to a clear area they had picked.

A teleportation circle had been drawn on the floor. They disappeared through it with their target- And the circle destroyed itself behind them, leaving no trace.

Kairos and their victim reappeared in a vast expanse of ice and snow. The temperature here was easily twenty below zero, and their victim gasped with the sudden change. She continued to shake with sobs and, now, the cold. Kairos slung her onto their shoulder like a sack of potatoes, careful that the bag on her head didn’t fall off, and walked up to a stone cairn stacked in the frigid haze.

They sunk a fang into their thumb to draw blood, and pressed it to a rune drawn on one of the stones. With a rumble, a hidden door in the ice at their feet slid open.

Kairos brushed a hand against the bloodied runes, destroying all trace of their blood, and walked down the steps. Another graze against a rune on the wall shut the door behind them.

They carried their sobbing victim through the hive, past various traps. As they dumped her on the ground of an empty room, they felt their phone buzzing in their pocket.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, Kairos pulled their phone out and glanced at the caller ID as they left the room.

They returned a few moments later, growling under their breath. They walked up to the shivering oliveblood and knelt next to her.

“Do you know why you are here?” They asked.

"... S-someone is trying to hurt a good friend of mine. They want her to be s-scared." Stammered the oliveblood.

“Your moirail, to be specific.” Kairos replied. “Yes, this is in fact, entirely her fault. She hurt the wrong troll, and now she reaps the rewards. You are simply collateral damage.”

"Are... are they a yellowblood? Or a violet?"

“You’re lucky I wasn’t told not to answer questions.” Kairos drawled, sounding mildly amused. “Neither. A jadeblood. But apparently she is acting on behalf of her matesprit.”

"I'm s-sure I already know your answer, but... who hired you?" The oliveblood squeaked, surprisingly bold considering Kairos kidnapped her easily and could be planning on killing her, for all she knew. "How long will you keep me here?"

“Her name is Joclyn. That is all I know.” Kairos straightened, their boots scuffing on the ice. “You’re to stay here until I am told to free you, or kill you.”

Kairos headed for the door.

“I’ll warm up this room, so you don’t freeze to death before then.”

#kairos ic #kairos mikari #bastdrabbles #kairos writing #ase-trollplays

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bastsoldtrollblog · 2 years

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Kairos paused at the entrance to the ruin, taking a moment to exhale deep and prepare themselves. Their breath rolled into a cloud of frozen air and drifted off on the wind.

This ruin was well-hidden within a glacial cave, marked only by a few sigils long since hidden by frost. They’d only found it by attuning themselves to the magic in the area, and dumb luck. The Fleet had a database of historical sites, and using that in conjunction with ruin delver forums they could weed out the ones that were unexplored- Or search the areas that had a suspicious lack of ruins, like in this case.

The map they had on their desk back hive probably looked like the work of a madman, marked heavily with circles, pins, lines, notes.

But they needed more material for their magical studies. What they had at the castle and at hive wasn’t enough, and they wanted to expand their repertoire.

They began down the steps, careful for the ice coating the stone. They kept their fins pricked for any sign of movement below.

What they found below was a catacomb of stone and ice, frozen and withered bodies lying tucked into shelves. Kairos’ fins quivered; Some of these bodies were definitely undead.

They debated for a moment. They weren’t moving, yet, and it was likely they were frozen solid and entirely unable to move.

However, it was becoming increasingly likely they were traipsing into a fellow necromancer’s lair. Whether or not they were still around, it was better to take precautions.

They sunk their sword into the skull of every corpse they passed, whether they could tell it was undead or not. They made marks in the floor as well, mapping their path, what they’d investigated and what they hadn’t. The catacomb was sprawling.

Finally, they reached what they hoped was an end to it; Another flight of stairs leading deeper.

If this was the only exit leading into the catacombs, they might be trapped here by undead if they all awoke. It would bottle-neck them, proving to be a benefit, but if for whatever reason Kairos couldn’t fight all of them, it was a liability in that they had nowhere to retreat to.

Just another risk they’d have to take. They’d come this far already. They went down the stairs, weapon in hand.

The moment they set foot in the chamber beyond, torches flared to life, firelight flooding the long hall. At the end sat a withered, rotted corpse on a throne. Two corpses sat on either side, leaning on the throne as though asleep.

Preparing for a fight, Kairos took a few steps forward. The corpse on the throne took a rattling breath, half-rotted eyes opening for the first time in what must have been centuries.

“Greetings...Little Cataclysm. To what...Do I owe the honor...Of having my brothers slain while they sleep..?”

The raspy, rattling voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“My name is Kairos. I seek your knowledge.” Kairos paused. “My apologies for those I ended. It was a precaution.”

“So wary, young one. You seek lichdom..?” The troll shifted, old bones creaking as though they were slowly preparing to stand.

“I seek all that I can obtain.”

The troll laughed, dry and wheezing.

One of the trolls at their feet stirred, and lifted their head. “An intruder..?- Apologies, my Lord. Rest, I will handle them...” She murmured, and began struggling to stand.

“A guest. Stay, Anaren, you are more weary than I.” Replied the troll on the throne, turning their attention to the other troll at their feet. They grazed a skeletal hand along the unmoving troll’s cheek, as though hoping to stir them.

They turned their attention back to Kairos, after a moment.

“What goal do you have, boy, with seeking knowledge..?”

“It is a goal I seek, one I need knowledge to reveal.”

The troll on the throne hummed thoughtfully. “Share some of your knowledge with me, and you may take freely mine. I have no need of it.”

Kairos shifted slightly, uncertain now. “What do you want to know?”

“Ah...The happenings on the surface. It has been eons since I set foot above. The fate of your ancestor, perhaps..? I was always envious of him...Funny now that his descendant comes to me asking for knowledge...”

“He is long dead, slaughtered at the rise of the Empire.” Kairos didn’t see fit to note that his ancestor was undead as well.

“The Empire..? Which?”

“The only one there is; Her Imperatorial Conqueration, the first and only Empress, has held all of Alternia in her grasp for thousands of sweeps now.”

The troll gave a rattling exhale, a sigh of disbelief. “I had thought it would be Cataclysm...”

“He was close, or so the records claim.”

“This Conqueration must have been a fearsome foe indeed.”

“So tangibly feared that there is little written about her. Or perhaps that is only her lies.”

“Well...How intriguing. Go on, then. Seek all the knowledge you can contain. If you see fit to come back, I would not mind hearing more...But I sense you are impatient.”

Kairos only bowed in response. They might come back; But probably not.

One of the trolls at the lord’s feet, Anaren, was trying to get up again. The lord made no attempt to stop her this time.

“I will accompany him, Lord. We should not let a stranger wander as he pleases...”

The lord waved their hand. “As you please, Anaren.”

She checked the state of a sword on her hip, and then took some wavering steps to Kairos. Her gait steadied as she walked, and she raised her head to hold it high.

“Come. I will bring you to the study.”

#kairos ic #kairos mikari #kairos writing #bastdrabbles

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 10 days

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@dollsuguru pspspspps……….. the teeniest tiniest sneak peek just for u ………………..

#THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS OK I BARELY KNOW THIS MAN #idk why my first thought was to write him crying ok….. don’t look at me……. i just think he’d look pretty w tears in his eyes </3 #kairo do i have ur approval so far…………….. is he the type to cry . like at all. i can see him being a bit of a closeted crybaby #BUT I DONT KNOWWWW writing abt characters when u havent finished the source material is so terrifying 🥲🥲#im out here feeling like the author herself is gonna come after me if i write him wrong #(also trust that i’m breaking into ur dms when i Actually get started on this i’m gonna need u to be my coauthor i fear 😞)#ari noises ✩

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primavarum · 5 months

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Some art for @scary-grace 's absolutely phenomenal fic Kairos! This is just the start of hopefully a lot more of this! I have stuff *planned* to say the least ...

As an add-on I'm going to rework my commissions info soon! Stay tuned for a new site.

#thranduil #scary-grace #the hobbit #kairos #genuinely i have never felt so attached to a fic it's just amazing and is amazing just as a stand-alone piece of writing... READ IT!!#digital art #my art

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kairos-thehumanpoet · 27 days

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Songs

I still sing along

to all your songs

to have you on

my tongue again.

~kairos💛

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starmagnets · 5 days

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updated all my trolls’ ref sheets !!

#homestuck #fantroll #oc: amerie #oc: ofilia #oc: caspin #oc: korlan #oc: silene #oc: kairos #oc: sitrus #oc: azrell #my art #need to actually start writing their stuff bc their session is. a mess.

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drinkurkombucha · 8 months

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with respect dearest kombucha, will there be an update this week? its fine if you can't but we are hungry and supportive of you king/queen/bestie <3

13+k words of Kairos headed your way this Friday anon x.

#I need to start giving myself wordcounts for everything I write #kairos

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scary-grace · 2 months

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me: i’m scared no one likes the thing i made

me: [makes something even weirder]

#this is definitively not about kairos lol #this is about me thinking that no one likes please hold #and therefore fending off the desire to start writing either game over or skin hunger #clown hours

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amxthystiine · 1 year

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Yippee!! It’s Kairos loredumping time!!!

I may be horrible at pacing my writing but fuck it we ball I gotta drop this brainrot on the world one way or another,,

Long ago, four friends were reaching the tail end of their school years as they hit their late teens.

Their names were:

Alexander Pascall,

Lloyd Dixon,

Emily Dupain,

And….no. She isn’t relevant to this story, is she? That one dipped out of the friend group after having seen what would have become of them. Clever girl. She dodged quite the bullet there.

Well, these three friends were going through the motions of late school years, stress, studying, romance, drama, etc. However, their friendship seemed to always survive whatever befell them. The friendship consisted of:

Alex, a blue-eyed brunette boy that always seemed to be wearing goggles of some kind, who was the good natured, bright and dorky goofball who took everything he did a little too far,

Lloyd, a golden-eyed blonde boy who was the ever-curious, ambitious and hardworking nerd whose work was rarely acknowledged,

And Emily, the warm, caring mom-friend who didn’t hesitate to get her hands dirty, but also was a tad hasty when making compromises.

However, one thing that made this friend group a little different than the others roaming around the campus was the lifelong project of one of their members.

Namely, Alexander. He had been obsessed with the concept of time travel ever since he was a little kid, considering it the solution to every problem on the planet! Well, that was probably the childhood naïveté talking, but still! He saw the utter potential and knowledge time travel had, and decided to make it a life long goal of his. Cause, well, if some people could create things out of thin air then, well, time travel would also be somewhat plausible, right?

That was his logic, anyways, as he set off to study all he could on the multiverse theory, quantum mechanics, the properties of the fabric of space-time and the blending of magic and technology.

Lloyd and Emily also saw a lot of possibilities with time travel, however due to their skepticism, really helped Alex out to support him as friends than really believing that they could crack open the secrets of the space time continuum. If people couldn’t do it before them, then how could they?

However, when the group hit their late 20s, and both Alex and Lloyd had married and had a son each, Alex proved them wrong. He proved them all wrong his first proper breakthrough in the project, as he'd created a prototype for a hypothetical blade that was so sharp that it could cut through the fabric of space-time.

The moment he’d finished finally sharpening that damned point of the enchanted metal, Alex decided he couldn’t wait no longer. He had to test it. To see if his last decade of research and theories amounted to something.

So, he enthusiastically waved the piece of metal in the air, unsure if anything would actually happen, holding his breath as nothing appeared in front of him until-

He felt something give out, something tear under the pressure of the blade.

Eyes widening in disbelief, he instinctively drew a circle in the air with the blade, watching as the fabric of reality bowed down to him in front of his very eyes.

He’d created a time rift.

He’d created a time rift!

He’d done it!

Without a second thought, he hopped into the time rift, and suddenly felt like he’d fallen into a freefall, lights and colours flashing before his eyes until-

He fell right back in front of his original time rift again, ass hitting the floor hard as he fell through the ceiling of the room.

“FUCK!” Alex yelled, rubbing his sore behind as he thought about how he ended up back in his room again until he

looked

up.

“Oh.”

Another time rift was swirling around on the ceiling, showcasing an Alex looking upwards at something.

“Hey, wait, does that mean-“

He immediately grabbed a chair from his desk and stacked it on another, positioning the stack under the rift and climbing onto it as to get through it, and sure enough-

He ended up in front of the original rift again, blinking in disbelief as he got over the sickly effects of time travel.

“So, these two rifts are connected, huh?”

Cogs were already turning in Alex’s brain as he tried to connect the dots as to why this rift lead his straight back to his room, and why specifically right in front of the other time rift-

Oh.

Wait.

What?

“What the- is this some weird mind reading type shit??? Like you gotta will it into your mind and existence??? I guess that is how RC did describe magic…”

Sighing, fingers crossed, Alex decided to try again with the blade, opening yet another rift as he pictured the outside of his house. He then walked through, and sure enough, there he was, staring at the glimmering night sky with his door right behind him.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

At the very least, he now knew that he could make portals through space, an earth shattering discovery on its own, but now came the big one - whether he could turn back the clock.

Running down the street, lab coat flowing behind him in the wind, Alex dashed down to his local park as he stared up at the clock tower, noting the time - 8:36pm - and he pictured that very same clock face glowing with sunlight, reading 4:13pm. Why this specific time? Well, uh, he didn’t really know, the man thought to himself, but now wasn’t the time to distract himself-

Leaping through the rift, the first thing that Alex noticed was just how bright it was.

After recovering from the whiplash, his eyes traced the clock tower's face and sure enough, it read 4:13pm!

Well, 4:14pm now, but hey, it still counted!

He then realized that maybe walking out of a random portal in the middle of a park in the afternoon may be a horrible idea in case of any butterfly effects or paradoxes, so Alex quickly ran backwards into his rift again, hoping he wasn't seen.

After a good half hour of waving the metal shard around the rift's outline desperately, Alex finally figured out how to close time rifts - by zig zagging left to right, slowly moving downwards across the rift as if your were sewing up a hole-

"Ah. Fabric of space time. God dammit why didn't I think of that before?!"

After running back home and sealing up the rifts from earlier, Alex sat down, processing what he'd just done and the ramifications of his discovery.

Ideas of varying extremes zipped through the scientist's head, as he started to laugh to himself how... well, how free he felt.

He felt...

As if he could do anything!

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When Lloyd and Emily first opened their eyes the next morning, the first thing they saw on their phones were a shit ton of missed calls and some utterly insane looking text messages from Alex.

"He'd- He'd done WHAT NOW?!?"

After a brief conversation over text between the two, Lloyd and Emily sprinted towards from their respective houses towards Alex's, meeting in the middle as they swung themselves down the stairs and into Alex's lab, where the scientist himself was standing in front of a table with some kinda weapon on it, and while it looked quite ineffective, it had a wicked sharp blade-

"Oh! Hey, guy-“

“WHAT DID YOU MEAN IT WORKED?!?”

“Ah, is that what y’all are here for?”

Alex turned around, the bladed weapon in his hands (which turned out to be a huge scythe. Yeesh, you’d think the guy would've used those braincells to good use to realize how bad of a weapon scythes are, but hey, this is Alex after all...)

Emily sighed, knowing how out there and crazy some of Alex's ideas were, but if this blade really did cut through the fabric of space time.. then maybe, just maybe he's been on the right track this entire time, and she was the silly one.

Heh. Then again, that's what she liked most about him. He was a beacon of light in her stress filled life.

"HOLY SHIT!!"

A sudden squeal snapped Emily out of her tangent as she watched Lloyd's eyes sparkle in front of the colourful, forever changing pattern of the hole in front of her, but, wait, was that-

"As you can see, this baby right here goes right back to our old primary! Man, wasn't that a good time..."

Upon hearing the word primary, Emily immediately peered through the portal, and sure enough, there it was.

Their old primary school, where their friendship started, leaving day banner flowing in the wind as the sunset painted everything in a rose gold glow.

She slowly pulled her head out, disbelief written all over her face. Her gaze wandered off to the keen tip of the curved blade, noting how stylized and...well, Alex, the scythe was. Holy shit. He- he wasn't joking, or pranking, or-

"You could do so much good with this thing."

"What, you want me to be some kind of time travelling life saving vigilante or something??"

"No, of course n-"

"Cause I'm SO FUCKING down for that!!"

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And so, the legend of the Time Reaper came about, and despite the somewhat ominous title, the Reaper's reign on the streets was quite peaceful overall, as at long last there was someone since that Geode who went against her family's legacy to stop those petty thieves on the streets.

The trio grew closer and closer thanks to this little secret they shared, however, people do say to keep your friends close...

...and your enemies closer.

One day, however, the Reaper disappeared without a trace, and while at first Lloyd and Emily assumed that perhaps Alex was taking a well deserved holiday from the stressful life of a vigilante, but when weeks turned to months, and months turned to years, their texts about their missing friend became more and more panicked, until, at long last, Lloyd and Emily decided to check back in at Alex's house and lab.

Missing such a close and, well, important friend was much worse than missing another lecture on how to harness the power of the stars above or your shift at the pretzel shop down the road.

They met up in the middle again, Emily noting how frazzled and scruffy Lloyd's hair was and he noticed how she still wore her uniform from her job down the road.

She must be really integrated this into her daily routine huh. Kinda depressing.

Pushing their hesitation aside, they opened the already unlocked door...oh. This is already looking pretty bad.

The sight that met them was a pretty average one of Alex's workshop, if only a tad bit darker than usual. Emily and Lloyd immediately got to work, scouring every part of the place they could find, finding dust settled on everything but a small desk Lloyd found, where there was an arrow shaped mould and lying there, alongside a lot of hastily wiped stains- some of them a striking shade of red.

The duo's eyes locked immediately. They needed to get to Alex NOW.

They flew down the stairs so fast, feet pattering so loudly that they may as well have fallen down them, hearts racing in unison as they reached the inner bowels of their closest friend's lab.

Kicking down the door, Lloyd whipped out his cane sword as Emily swung her lasso around, the duo expecting an Alex being held hostage-

Yet again, the place was empty, lifeless, eerie. The complete opposite of Alex.

After a scan of the small chamber, Emily noticed something she didn't remember being there the last time they were here.

Wow.

That was a while back.

"Perhaps we really shouldn't have delayed on this checkup, huh!" Lloyd laughed nervously, trying to make light of a dim situation.

Sighing at Lloyd's desperately pathetic attempts to clear the air, she turned her head back to the fixture she didn't remember being there.

A door.

On a completely empty wall.

No awards or pictures or even cheesy motivational posters in sight.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and somehow, the chamber they walked into was even darker than the one they came from, with a somewhat familiar, trenchcoat-wearing silhouette on the other side of the perfectly circular room.

Lloyd immediately let out a sigh of relief upon seeing the figure, strolling casually towards it as his previously tense and stiff posture relaxed into something more casual.

"EYYYYY, ALEX! Man, you scared me real bad there my guy...You made me n Emily over 'ere think you were kidnapped, or even worse!"

As Lloyd approached him, Emily couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, as the previously subtle ticking sound got louder and louder with every step he took, she had to stop him, she thought, immediately whipping out her lasso round Lloyd's waist-

"WOAH-"

She swung him round till he was right behind her, but it was too late.

Whatever that thing was sharply cocked it's head, which seemed to make the ticking louder, much louder, so much so it was deafening, leading to Lloyd staring forwards in utter fear and curiousity and Emily wincing hard, planting her hands over her ears.

Then, it walked out of the shadows,

And into the light.

Grin wider than the line outside the pretzel joint Emily worked at during rush hour, a clockwork mess of a man, in all his god damned ticking glory stood there, drinking in the utter fear painted across both of their faces.

Emily's eyes jumped from the strangely sharp clock hands protruding from the thing's back, to the identically pointy pair that was where the hands are supposed to be on a person, to the clock that replaced the left eye of the wreck they were looking at.

A-and his face.

"W-what?"

The husk that was their friend cocked his head back in a sharp motion, letting out a deranged, bone chilling laugh as it leapt towards Emily, who only had one thing racing through that head of hers.

The Alexander Pascall they knew and loved was no more.

Replaced by this cruel joke of a human being.

!TW for next little section, slightly graphic description of body horror (?)!

He leered ever so close to her, the crudely joined line between Alex's arm and the cruelly sharp arrow still covered in copious amounts of blood where he melted and merged the two together, a reality ripping replacement being stuck on instead.

Emily's heart rate reached an all time high as he swung down his hands as to slice her, clock eye unblinking, a strange feeling over coming her as she felt as if she was fading out of existence, pounding footsteps ringing in her ears-

"GET AWAY FROM HER!"

A furious, sword-wielding Lloyd grabbed Emily and swept her away from Alex, holding the handle of his cane out, blade glimmering from it under the faint rectangular lights above.

"Oh. That's why he carried that thing all the time with him," Emily muttered to herself, almost breathless, "I thought he just wanted to seem more sophisticated then he really was."

"WHOEVER OR WHATEVER YOU ARE, ALEX OR NOT, YOU AREN'T KILLING THE ONLY PERSON

HAVE

LEFT."

A rage and resolve that Emily had never seen before radiated through Lloyd, and something about the utter confidence he yelled his words told her that Lloyd had been bottling up these feelings for a while now.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TAKE OUR HARD WORK, OUR BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS, AND USE IT AGAINST US?!"

Emily audibly gasped as she got up, coughing as she tried to get herself in a fighting position.

Lloyd had never sworn before, something he almost kept as an oath to himself to seem more refined and polite.

She gripped her lasso, spinning it round as both men whipped their head round to her.

A moment of tense silence passed, until-

SWOOSH!

The loop landed round Lloyd's waist again, with Emily dragging him along with her as she dashed towards the open door, slamming it behind her, dragging them up the stairs as fast as she fucking could as the adrenaline pumped through her, boosting her until she fell over in a wheezing mess outside the house's front door.

Lloyd slammed the door shut, fists clenched as he sheathed this cane-sword, something having...changed, within him.

There was a new ice cold demeanor about him as he stared at the door he just shut, face an expression of pure disgust.

For the last time that day, Lloyd and Emily's eyes locked, a harsh gold against a dull brown.

Well, that's enough for now. There is more to this trio's tale, but well, there is only so much time we all have, right?

yeah uh I'll finish this later 👍

#oc #ocs #amethyst’s oc dumps #writing #461 kairos #loredumping #propaganda

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flavos-df · 2 years

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RGB; Really Goofy Bois

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runelocked · 8 months

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"KAIROS" VIRUS DOWNLOADED: @cicxdas LIKED FOR A STARTER!

THERE'S NOTHING FAIR ABOUT A TALK WITH WILLIAM AFTON WHEN HE HAS PLAYED THE GAME ONCE ALREADY. Celina has no idea what she's getting herself in for: or how often she'll be back here, at the diner, to investigate children that disappear in the dead of daylight or employees that just won't stay alive.

William does know: lets his smile stretch just a little wider as he invites her in now, at the memory. Deja vu, really, not that he can tell her that - and at the irony that she's standing in front of the murderer himself without any idea of it. She will not find the missing children, and she will not catch the killer: but she will thank him for holding the door, and she will walk past the room they're being kept in.

He'd forgotten how fun unnerving Celina could be. He's in for a treat.

"Terrible thing, these kidnappings," he tells her, careful to keep his voice down as children run around inside. "I don't hold out much belief in their survival - as much as I hope for it beyond all odds." William sighs. This time, he has to put effort into concealing his amusement. "Sorry. I'm not used to dealing with things like this. Although-"

A quick glance towards her; keep playing innocent, William, don't push what you know too forcefully--

"I'm sure you've had plenty of experience with kidnappings... what with your line of work."

#(( HOPE THIS IS OKAY ! i did a little background reading on celina to write this ... obsessed already ))#(oii) universe: kairos #tw child death #tw child murder #tw death #tw murder #a; cicxdas #(ii) man behind the slaughter — roleplay thread.#tw kidnapping

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goddesstrolls · 9 months

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Nearly Lost

Tosiol drifted down the hall, hands knit loosely in front of her as she lost herself in thought.

Kairos must have left the castle - She didn’t sense them anywhere, and hadn’t seen them for over a week now. In part, she felt some relief that they saw fit to take responsibility for themselves. Nirael certainly seemed despondent and bitter about it, but dismissed the topic when Tosiol tried to gently pry.

Better to let him be dramatic and moody about it. He’d get over himself eventually.

Tosiol lifted her head as she felt a shift in the atmosphere of the castle. Someone new had entered.

She made her way to the main hall and entered silently, inadvertently masking her presence and hiding in the shadows cast by the pillars lining the large room.

She thought perhaps it might have been Kairos, and knew already that her matesprit was lounging on his throne in the main hall. She didn’t want to interrupt them, but did want to observe as the two had a tendency to bicker.

Tosiol found a thin, masked bronzeblood entertaining Nirael instead. Bold of the boy to traipse into a castle full of undead; He had an aura positively bursting with life energy.

She’d come in during introductions. Nirael seemed amused by this boy’s presence, likely at his audacity to just walk into the castle.

It wasn’t as though anyone would have answered a knock at the door, except perhaps meek Ramira, who normally wasn’t within earshot anyway.

“...Cataclysm, or The Awakened, whichever you prefer. To whom do I have the pleasure?”

“Yumech Dibiki. Apologies for intruding. I’m just here to see Kairos.” The boy’s voice was weak, a rasping whisper that barely carried through the hall.

“Oh, they actually have friends, do they? Or, well, one, anyway.” Nirael drawled. Tosiol saw fit to step forward, catching the attention of both of them. She bowed politely to Yumech, a mild apology both for appearing suddenly and for her matesprit, while Nirael gestured at her. “Ah, this is my matesprit. Tosiol Hasiya, The Inspired.”

“It is kind of you to come so far for Kairos. However, I believe they left earlier this week.” Tosiol said as she straightened.

“Oh, they’re here.” A sharp edge of annoyance laced Nirael’s tone, breaking his blasé façade. “They’ve been here.”

“Have they?” Tosiol’s brow knit in confusion. “They’ve not been in their room for the past few nights.”

“Yeah, they’ve been in the catacombs. Actually- They’re probably dead by now.” Nirael waved a hand dismissively as he got to his feet. Tosiol stared at him, in abject shock at what he had just uttered.

Yumech seemed equally horrified. Nirael disregarded his shocked silence in favor of Tosiol’s, frowning as he meandered down the steps to her.

“What? I’m just letting them do what they want, aaaand apparently what they want is to become one of the things down there. I’m kind of curious, actu–”

Nirael had reached Tosiol as he spoke, and she interrupted him with a slap to the face.

“I cannot believe you,” Tosiol hissed, her fury held back as she instead trembled with rage. Nirael stared at her, hand to his cheek, now fully aware that he had indeed fucked up. “We will speak more on this later. For now- Hold your tongue.”

“Got it, dearest,” Nirael chirped, his voice somewhat muted as he still pressed his hand to his cheek.

Tosiol stormed past them both. After a moment’s hesitation- Startled out of his indecision, Yumech followed.

“Let me help,” Yumech sped up to make pace with her, while Tosiol summoned her saber to her hand.

“You won’t be able to use your magic in the catacombs, boy.” Tosiol ran her hand along the blade, activating the runes; Ironically, spells of undead bane.

“I have psionics. I- I don’t know what’s down there, but- I’m sure there’s some way I can help them.”

“So be it. Prepare yourself; This place has driven better men to madness.”

The stairs leading down were not far; Cracked marble steps descending into unnatural darkness. With each step the air grew colder, thicker, then it began to feel as though it were writhing. An intense squirming sensation that filled the lungs and settled in the gut like a sickening knot.

A feeling of dread. Terrible things had happened here, were still happening here, and the souls that had been tormented and twisted for hundreds of sweeps screamed for them to either leave, or be taken into the horrible mass.

“Why did they come down here,” Tosiol breathed, mostly speaking to herself and venting her regret at this situation. If Kairos were in a state with some sense, they wouldn’t have stayed for any extended period of time. There was indeed every chance that they were dead- Or something worse.

Yumech did not respond. Tosiol gave an exhale to steady herself, as they drew deeper beneath the castle.

Finally, they reached the end of the stairs, though that was only the beginning of the catacombs. Tosiol lit a torch, and somewhere, something gave a regretful wail.

Yumech had already produced a sword, ready for whatever they faced- Or so Tosiol hoped. There was certainly a look of determination in his eyes, mingled as it was with fear and hope for Kairos.

Tosiol led him quickly, but carefully, honing her senses already attuned to the energies of life and unlife. There was something alive here, and that had to be Kairos. But their energy was muddled, and it was difficult to distinguish the source.

On top of that, she had to avoid coming across anything else here. A fight would only aggravate the amassed souls.

Tosiol slowed, hesitant as they rounded a corner- And found Kairos standing in the room beyond. They were facing the wall- Leaning against it, shoulders hunched and their posture haphazard. Kairos turned, and it was immediately apparent that they were not themselves.

Parts of their flesh had rotted, exposing muscle and bone. They were alive, still- But their soul was wounded, now festering and necrotic. They lurched an unsteady step forward- Their gaze locked on Yumech.

Tosiol felt a blaze of energy from Yumech- An involuntary, wavering burst, lasting half a second but a massive eruption nonetheless. Her head snapped around, gaze filled to the brim with concern and fear- Not here. If he lost himself here, there would be no stopping that reckoning.

The burst was brief, but in response, there came multiple ungodly shrieks from the other catacomb corridors. The oppressive, writhing sensation of the place intensified tenfold, enough to cause Tosiol’s muscles to momentarily freeze in a deep flinch.

By the time she managed to land her gaze on Yumech, the outburst had long since passed, though fear still painted his face, at himself and for Kairos.

Kairos stumbled and staggered slowly towards them, jaws parted and fangs half-bared. Tosiol extended her saber in case they attempted to rush Yumech- But Yumech stepped forward of his own accord.

He wrapped his arms tightly around Kairos’ middle. The fuchsia made some attempt as though to bite at Yumech’s shoulder, but sagged and went limp partway through the action.

“We must go. Quickly,” hissed Tosiol as Yumech let Kairos go to instead grip their hand, their movements even more sluggish but now non-aggressive.

She turned, and began to lead them out- Paying close attention to assure the two living trolls behind her remained close. Yumech paused to haul Kairos onto his shoulders, and Tosiol froze when she spotted something rushing down the hall behind them.

It had once been a troll, but no longer, its form twisted and sagging but still reminiscent of what it once was. A shadow dropped from the ceiling, and another jade bearing startling resemblance to Tosiol herself rendered the undead into pieces.

“Esalla!” Tosiol exclaimed. “You followed us, clever girl! Do not stay too close, now.”

Esalla barely made eye contact to confirm her ancestor’s order before she vanished again into the dark.

Tosiol forged onwards, their path now littered with dispatched undead, sliced apart by Esalla. Another being- This one writhing with all together too many limbs, rushed out of an entrance to the side and threw itself at Yumech. It clawed in vain, drawing blood, its mouth obscured by the mass of tangled limbs.

Yumech’s own hands were occupied with holding Kairos. Tosiol darted forward and dispatched the undead, hacking through limbs until she reached the head.

She looked back to Yumech, who had a hand pressed to the scratch on his neck he’d received and a look of fear- No doubt worrying Tosiol would react to the scent of fresh blood, inundated with magic as it was.

Tosiol just grabbed his shoulder and pushed him onwards; The stairs leading out of the catacombs were near, and the undead were closing in. If they lingered, they might come across something truly terrible.

The final stretch was a single hallway, and the stairs leading up. Yumech hurried along it while Tosiol backed her way out, assuring nothing else could pass and reach Yumech while he climbed the stairs.

When she heard the catacomb door open, she turned and darted out after Yumech and Kairos. She slammed the door shut- Esalla could escape easily, if she hadn’t already.

Kairos seemed to regain some consciousness- And immediately began to struggle, clawing at themselves with pained gasps, and Yumech was forced to sink to his knees and set them down to prevent himself from losing balance.

Kairos writhed on the floor, curling in on themselves. They pressed a half-rotted hand to their face with the other clutched to their chest in desperation to ease their agony. Yumech pressed his own hand to the one on their chest, light- Controlled this time- Radiating out as he soothed their pain.

Tosiol was hardly a mage herself- But it was clear he was doing everything he could for them.

Nirael was waiting nearby, and approached, mouth drawn in an unimpressed line. He grimaced and parted his lips to say something.

“Not a word,” snapped Tosiol. Nirael shut his mouth.

Yumech began to lift their hands away; This was no place to tend to Kairos, and Tosiol swooped in to scoop them up and ferry them to their room with Yumech in tow.

She spent the next hour assuring both of them were cared for- Yumech had a room near Kairos’ set up, though she had a feeling it would go unused. A very light meal and water was provided for Kairos- They hadn’t eaten in a week, the catacombs suppressing the starvation and dehydration that was sure to be settling on them now.

Nirael hung around the kitchen, dejected and awkward, and Tosiol ignored him.

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