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‘𝙃𝙚𝙮, 𝙁𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚.’
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𝗗𝘂𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗶’𝘀 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿.
𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻: 𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.

#WarframeRP
—the launcher.

“I won’t ask *how*. I’ll head out now and grab it on the way.”
Now was his turn to vanish, only to reappear in one of his haunted shells.
Something bulky. Muscular.

“Thanks, Ori.”
November 25, 2025 at 12:33 AM
“Orianna, you are a special brand. You know that?” He murmured, carefully moving to land beside with crossed arms.
“Don’t worry - our little secret. I’ll bring her back in one piece. Can’t say the same for her unfortunate victims.”

A smirk crossed his lips - two fingers running over the body of—
November 25, 2025 at 12:33 AM
—deal into her lap.

“Disinfectant, too. How are you on the rest of the kit? I can nab some fresh med-boxes off the APCs. Maybe get Orianna to help shake them until the candy falls out.”
November 25, 2025 at 12:25 AM
—get up to. Good trouble. Your kind of trouble.”

He brushed himself off and gave a polite wave, making for the way he’d come.

“..and try not to think about things too much! It’s going great!”
November 19, 2025 at 5:52 PM
“Hey, if nothing else, I hear Velimir really knows how to work a grill. Maybe he’ll find something other than bar peanuts to put on the table.”

Her own initiation to leave had him moving to do the same.

“While you go get yourself some rest.. I’ll hit the street. See what kind of trouble I can—
November 19, 2025 at 5:52 PM
—flood into the mall’s doors. It’s a safe haven. They know they’ll be okay here. But providing goes farther than Lettie’s constant buzzing and flipping APCs into buildings.”

Void-kissed eyes glanced her over, settling on the face.
“..Don’t be afraid of a hero tour. Meet the kids.”
November 19, 2025 at 5:02 PM
—chair. Something sturdy. Maybe with a few pillows. Can’t speak for cushioning in all that plating. I don’t think infested flesh is particularly meant to be rested on..”

He tried a smirk, shrugging a shoulder.
“Hollvania is lucky to have you all. Sometimes I like to sit up high, watch everyone—
November 19, 2025 at 5:02 PM
His weight shifted onto an arm of the chair, leaning towards her.

“You.. could always scare him yourself. Come out of the cave for a while, you know? Stomp around the lobby, let civs see you about.”
He pulled a leg into the seat, chin on his knee.

“And maybe see if Aoi can make you an actual—
November 19, 2025 at 5:02 PM
—what do YOU need? I saw that list.”
November 19, 2025 at 4:55 PM
—on everyone.”

He looked at her again, slowly standing to pace.
“Gotta be a way to break all this melancholy.. its busy but- people are safe here. Maybe we just need more supplies. A nice surplus to be able to lift spirits.”

Hands rested on the rail, bandaged and gloved.
Thinking.
“Speaking of,—
November 19, 2025 at 4:55 PM
—He set the mug aside, sitting forward.

“You’re always busy. Arthur, Quincy, they’re always going out. Aoi does mechanic work. I.. don’t know what Eleanor does, if I’m honest. Maybe best not to think about it. And Amir..”

His eyes drifter towards the arcade.
“..I’m just.. making rounds. Checking—
November 19, 2025 at 4:55 PM
—uneasy.

“Well.. I come and go, Transference, the void.. all kinds of scary future stuff. But I don’t..”

The word lingered on his lips for just a moment.. tasting it.
“Die. Guess you can’t kill a spirit. A soul, in a way. That’ll keep Quincy up at night..”
November 19, 2025 at 4:41 PM
“How does it send a message?”

He laughed a bit, gesturing two sticky fingers at her.
“They don’t need to see your face or gun if they know who’s been hitting them. They’ll see the colors way before they make out the face.”

Getting as clean as he could muster, the second question was a bit more—
November 19, 2025 at 4:41 PM
—he’s realizing there’s still grease on his fingers. And trying to wipe it off.
Poorly.

“Mhn.. I’m still not entirely sure I have a body, so to speak. Not anymore, anyway.”
November 19, 2025 at 3:36 AM
“Sounds like an excuse to sit down. Maybe see if Lettie can’t give you something for the muscle.”
And maybe she needs a.. stronger chair. Maybe Aoi can help.

“At least the colors mean that Scaldra always knows who it is to send them packing. Not exactly.. tactical but, it sends a message.”

..now—
November 19, 2025 at 3:36 AM
—himself to sink into it. Relaxing. Visibly. Safe.

“Maybe that’s the style these days. Everyone in my time just wears these jumpsuits and cloaks. Or something similar..”
November 19, 2025 at 3:13 AM
—came to warframes. Clothes weren’t really a thing they needed. But.. these were PEOPLE.

He glanced up at her again, realizing he’d been mute for a few moments now.
“Sorry—. Just never really considered that, I guess. We’re all in some uncharted territory here.”

Sitting back fully, even allowing—
November 19, 2025 at 3:13 AM
“I’m not sure that clothes are even.. required. Then again, I didn’t exactly ask Quincy how many layers he can lose. He did mention not coming in.. ‘full naked’ anymore though.”

His eyes traced along the floor, lips pressed against his fingers in thought.
For.. well, the first time at all when it—
November 19, 2025 at 3:13 AM
—worth the fight. It’s a place to stay. Just gotta know when to deconstruct for a bit.”
Two fingers dragged along the remnants of oil on the counter - and flicked it at her playfully.

“Even you need to be cleaned up and pampered eventually. What do you do for fun back here?”
November 19, 2025 at 2:35 AM
—day.”

A hand slicked his hair back out of his face, returning to the seat with a heavy sigh.
“Y’know, she and Quincy are the ones who convinced me to clean up a little to fit in. I’ve kinda.. cobbled together what I could from everything.”

Gesturing at the clothes—, and hair.

“This place is—
November 19, 2025 at 2:35 AM
“I’m right there with you. They’re gonna pay for it. All of it. Every person they make Lettie have to treat on her break is another wrath waiting to be unleashed.”
He forced a smile, elbowing her side lightly.

“I don’t know about you.. but I don’t wanna be the guy in her crosshairs after a long—
November 19, 2025 at 2:35 AM