ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"๐๐๐๐"ใ คโโใ คthe index nursefather of the house of spiders. originally sourced fromใ คproject moon's ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ;ใ คthough written as unreliant on source as possible. important information related to interaction & characterization can be found under the "๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐."
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ ค"๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐"ใ คโโใ คthe spider who can't leave the web, devotion over happiness โ devotion over self ("hand-puppet of the prescripts, what do you even know of choice?"), ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ (this is not a good thing for you), how grief comes & goes with the waves, how much of the artist can be found in the masterpiece, living a life that was never meant to be yours, & how in the end; ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คRIEN IS NOT A GOOD PERSON.ใ คthough he is portrayed in a sympathetic manner, especially near the end of his story involvement, this does not erase his actions & inactions throughout the story. while i intend on playing into his tragic qualities, & a joke may be made here or there, this is not a place for blind apologism of him.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คwith this in mind,ใ คTHE FOLLOWING CONTENT WARNINGS ARE ISSUED FOR THIS BLOG:ใ คgore, torture, body horror, self-mutilation, self-harm, child abuse, child death, animal death, non-sexual grooming, loss of identity / loss of self, religious / cult themes.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คwhen it comes to rules, THE TYPICAL DNI CRITERIA APPLIES. don't use AI in your writing or images. i block liberally to maintain a comfortable atmosphere for myself; please never take being blocked personally, i can guarantee you it's never that serious. all-in-all, use common sense when interacting with me & there shouldn't be any problems. i prefer not to be restrained by canon when it comes to interactions; if something is fun or interesting to write, that's all that matters to me. though project moon's lore is very in-depth & somewhat complicated, i have no issue (in fact, i greatly enjoy) interacting with characters from other media. as such, i try to be as flexible as possible where his character allows.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คthough my intent is to write rien in a way which is not reliant on project moon's expansive lore, there are some aspects of the world that rien cannot be divorced from due to his character. while i can do my best to adapt these things to various interactions, they are too important to be entirely removed. those details are listed below as simply as possibleใ ค(as such, some project moon terminology is not used)ใ คfor easy reference.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คPRESCRIPTS:ใ คprescripts are tasks delivered to or by members of the index. these tasks are unpredictable in nature, varying from mundane but nonsensical demands to overly violent & indulgent acts, & for certain members of the index, often contain targets to eliminate โ usually as a result of not following through with their own assigned prescripts. rien receives prescripts via a pager he carries, from a "god" called hermes, & his prescripts dictate his every thought & action.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คrien's devotion to the prescripts is best summed up with the following: the prescripts demanded he change his name, so he named himself rien. the prescript demanded he start a family, so he got married & had a child. the prescripts demanded he watch his family die, so he did nothing to save them.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คTHE INDEX:ใ คone of the groups belonging to the five fingers, a collection of five syndicates who control the slums outside of the nicer, higher class areas of the city. the index is devoted to the fulfillment of prescripts, & is known for an almost omnipotent knowledge of the world, given the nature & timing of some of their prescripts. they are effectively a cult, with members being frequently referred to as zealots.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คTHE HOUSE OF SPIDERS:ใ คa group of five nursefathers, each being a prominent disgraced member of each of the five fingers, who were brought together to raise a child to become the perfect wielder of a relic known as the arayashiki, that can sever anything from reality with the swing of its blade. rien is the index nursefather.
ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คYOSHIHIDE / RYOSHU:ใ คthe child under the house of spiders' care. rien was the nursefather most involved in parenting & raising her, while also being the one who taught her the most about a variety of weapons & how to use them.
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i really need to, one of these days, crack into all the ways that rien is like roland & the ways that he isn't like roland so that i can determine what is & isn't the prescripts molding him into roland. but that requires so much library of ruina analysis. i'm fighting for my life with limbus as it is.
โโI could have sworn that the manโs eyes were no longer watching his daughter dying in agony, that instead the gorgeous colors of flames and the sight of a woman suffering in them were giving him joy beyond measure.โโ
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i got this clip specifically to show off this cutscene to some people on discord & figured it was worth posting here also. because it is a really cool cutscene & anyone who doesn't know limbus company should watch it.
โ that isn't what i asked, โ it comes out petulant &. childish, and for a rare, fleeting moment, giorno giovanna appears every bit her age. there is no mask of professionalism, no girl grown up too fast. she is fifteen and demanding answers, and this answer does not satisfy her. if she were less in control of herself and her emotions, perhaps she'd even swat his hand away and stomp her foot in protest. but, she doesn't... at least, there is no foot stomping. she does, however, bat his hand away before she crosses her arms. this, though, is too childish, so she uncrosses them &. lets them hang, uselessly, at her sides for a moment. she wants to demand more, she wants to grab rien and shake him until she gets an answer that she's satisfied with. but something tells her that no matter what she does, no matter which path she may take, she will always be left wanting more.
giorno looks down. drags the toe of her shoe against the ground. โ i'm not my father, โ she says, nearly a mumble. though it's the truth, she isn't certain that she's allowed to speak it โ dio is a mystery to her, dio is something far off &. used as a cautionary tale of what not to do when you have people willing to live &. die for you. she blows out a breath. one hand comes up to smooth out the slight muss to golden curls. โ i meanโ obviously, i'm not him. i'll never be him and that's fine. โ she wonders if it is fine, or if rien is chasing a ghost and she's letting him down someway, somehow. she wonders how many others are chasing after her, longing for a glimpse of their god that burned up in the sun. all she has to go off of is a wisp of a memory and a faded photograph, but sometimes...
sometimes, late at night, giorno stares at her reflection too long and doesn't like what she sees. what looks back at her is a reminder she is capable of cruelty and a warning to always choose good. she wonders, though, if she will always be capable of choosing good, or if the blood of her father runs stronger than her desire to be a savior.
she lets out another exhale, before she lifts her gaze once more. โ you don't need toโ you don't need to do anything drastic, not like that. โ as if i'd ask before doing it to you myself. โ you can speak freely with me, i'd prefer it that way. i don't want there to be any secrets or sugarcoating where i'm concerned. i just want the truth, i want to know more. canโ can we start there? โ a smile. it's a barely-there curl of one corner of her mouth, but it's a smile nonetheless. โ can you tell me more about him, if you won't tell me more about anything else? โ
there's no pain, no sting of rejection, that shows itself across his face. the smile doesn't falter โโ for falter would be a sign of failure, would it not? to seem wounded, to seem as though there were anything beyond this than the simple instruction given to him, such complications are unnecessary in the face of demands. โ you're right, you aren't your father. โ it's said as simple as confirming a date & time, as if he were ignorant to the weight of the legacy that lines blood ties & buries into the vein walls like roots. maybe he is ignorant, maybe he isn't. maybe nothing that he says is anything more than a prewritten script that would fill the empty space of (for?) an apple that fell from the tree, before the tree itself was cut down. โ you are entirely yourself, and isn't that such a wonderful thing to be. โ it's not asked as a question. it's an encouraging statement; as in, it encourages agreement. it's wonderful to be yourself, isn't it? a glimmer in golden rings that for the most fleeting of moments, almost seem like they want to convey something deeper. something further.
the pager, not yet returned to his pocket, beeps again. his thumb is kept carefully positioned, covering the screen like it's a habit. is it out of shame, or some futile attempt to make it seem like whatever hermes has bestowed upon him isn't something that's going to directly determine his thought process? (if you can even call it a thought process โโ puppets don't think, they only mouth the words the puppeteer says through them.)
a quiet hum, a deceptive facade of active consideration, before the pager is tucked away & his hand is brought up to his chest. resting, perfectly still save for the movement of each breath heaving his chest; the only trustworthy sign that the man is actually alive rather than some doll, like a butler prepared to bow. โ won't? sweetheart, i can tell you anything that i know if you deem it necessary. i'm sorry if i made you feel like you can't ask me anything. โ empty, hollow. a servant. nothing more & nothing less.
โ mm, what do you want to know of him? โ he finally asks; smile brightening, warming, almost on command. โ you know ... i don't have the benefit of answering questions you keep locked up in your head. specificity helps, for jumping to conclusions all but guarantees i may misunderstand what you intend to learn ... and i wouldn't want to disappoint you like that. โ & yet, he will. whether it's something he wants to acknowledge or not, it is something he knows. to speak candidly isn't a grace given to someone who follows the will of something beyond himself. secrets, too, are boundless. nothing spoken if there isn't reason, if there isn't demand.
i've been going through a crisis for the past 10 minutes because i just realized that when phase 2 of the rien boss fight starts, after the pager starts beeping rapidly & louder at him when he starts talking about ryoshu staying at the house of spiders, he turns the fucking pager off when he says "so please, don't leave..."
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คโ . . . how do they sound? โใ ค/ใ ค#1NDEXFATHERใ คโโใ คind. & priv. headcanon-based portrayal of rien from project moon's limbus company. written by kiva. (twenty4, he/they) please heed warnings & information listed on pinned post.
rien is in his 50s, by the way. late 50s to be specific. given the house of spiders has been around for about 30 years (ryoshu being 27) & him having had a family prior, he's around 56-57, to me. assuming his first daughter got to be around 5 years old, this would put him at about 21-22 when he started his family, & around 26-27 when his family died.
he, however, looks a bit younger than this. this is because of the prescripts. roland (the man that rien was ordered to model himself after) is 33 as of library of ruina, & rien was given the order to model himself after roland prior to roland even being in double digits of age, so it's safe to assume the prescripts probably don't want rien to look much older than roland does at any given time. which is kind of difficult when you're a man in his late 50s having to model yourself after a 33 year old man. so, including his hair dye, (the white streaks in rien's hair are his real hair color) rien also puts a lot of effort into makeup to make himself look younger at the prescripts' behest. this only works so much & for so long, however, as intelligent & perceptive sorts can note signs of aging that are more appropriate for a man in his late 50s.
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คใ คyou werenโt there. how could you know what happened? how?ใ คใ คโโใ คใ คMESSENGER:ใ ค@goldreq.
in the face of questioning, of semi-desperation, rien is as phlegmatic as ever. calm, with a single yellow eye laid 'pon target of attention almost lazily, as if his mere resting face is drawn towards her. the pager in his pocket beeps once, beeps twice โโ hermes has clearly planned out a response for him, but the device isn't pulled out for a glance to be given. the well-dressed man only smiles, serene & reassuring. a father patient in the face of a temper tantrum. emotions are always high in children as they grow older, & giorno is at that age where prickly attitudes manifest in demands for answers or harsh rejections. he supposes he's lucky that he got the former & not the latter, what a lucky father he is.
โ now, now, sweetie. there's no need to look at me like that. take a breath, your face might get red if you get any more passionate in your questioning. โ
only now, does index finger loop under the chain dangling from his pocket, pulling out the pager which beeps again once rien acknowledges it. his eye flickers down to the screen, flashing blue letters & numbers across the display. a distance in his gaze, whipped back into position like a dog who just heard the sound of its whistle.
โ it isn't about what i know, it's about what my god sees fit to grace me with. even your father knew this, it was what made me one of his most unpredictable aspects. โ
ใ คใ คใ คใ คโโใ คknowledge of lives yet unlived, of news not yet broken, of legacies to be fulfilled. if hermes deigned to grace him with the proper prescripts, there was nothing out of rien's grasp.
โ but what i am given ... isn't important. โ detached, like a puppet moving at the whim of a puppeteer, rien reaches the hand gripping his pager up to brush curls of gold from giorno's face. overly familiar, overly affectionate. a poor replica of a father, from only the surface-level. โ if you don't want me to know of your life, i'll keep my mouth tightly shut, and if i speak anything you don't want me to, i'll drill screws through my fingers. โ
me really fucking with the theory of "yoshihide" being rien's real name before the prescripts told him to change it & the reason they told him to name the child of the hos "yoshihide" was to just fuck with him specifically since they'd be naming her his real name. vs. me wanting ryoshu to just be yoshihide & thinking that rien's real name could easily be "kandata," as in the man from the spider's thread who showed mercy to a spider & was granted the chance to climb out of hell only for his own mercilessness & selfishness to damn him right back down, keeping him from escaping, just as rien's indulgence in the prescripts & his selfishness keeps him tied to the house of spiders & unable to crawl out of that specific hell.
