meet me at the end

➤      ENDFIELDR. --  independent,   private,  selective  endministrator of gryphline's ARKNIGHTS: ENDFIELD, as  written  by  jack  !! established 01 . 25 . 26 .

you probably know me from: @dawnblazr @leclaireur

.\\ 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝟼𝟶 𝙲𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂 : @prlica @goldcerts @laevaforge

head tilts to one side as consideration spreads over what little facial features are in view . what an interesting question ... one that certain causes endministrator to take pause &. consider their answer carefully . ❝ hm . if i say that thus far, i've found i enjoy the brands in wuling, would it still be considered biased ? i recall nothing of my time from before in wuling, so i'd say it would be on even ground as everything else ... though i hear the water from kjersch is particularly refreshing too ... ❞

glass .

shards of material scratch your skin, cuts bleeding sluggishly onto your knees . you try to rub the blood away, but only smear it into your skin . will it stain ? you have given up, havent you ? it got to be too much, and these pieces of you fractured apart because you can not comprehend seeing your own reflection, who you truly are . you cradle the cracked pieces close, now cold to the touch, and wonder why you let so much go . is it not the way of the world to drift and push away ?

tagged by - @nazorneku ( ouch . oof . my bones . )

⸺𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 prompts.

( how many times have you heard that ? )

sarkaz speaks like they are the oldest of friends, a lilt in otherwise cool tone that could be amusement just as much as it could be reminiscence . perhaps it is both— the familiarity would certainly imply that much .

there has always been something unsettling in meeting people who seem to know them— perlica who has been at their side, urging them to remember who once they were . andre, who speaks of old projects they collaborated on . &. by talos ... the aged people of the origin wellspring, who say they worked at their side &. revere them . but this man— this ardashir . why then does that sense magnify, like a glass casting focused rays upon them ? the familiarity is there, a different kind— like a lifetime has been spent in good company . far less desperate to see what was past come back to life . it would be refreshing, if not for the unease of man's calm exterior— like a man in control .

the warning signs fall upon tragically deaf ears, eyes hidden beneath visor scanning over the aic reports from this past week— an excess of amethyst, perhaps more could be diverted towards fiber for the canned goods the refugee camp is in need of ... steadily burning through their stores of sandleaf, but really when are they not ? there is a voice outside that sounds so distant, like speaking through water, &. the endministrator pays no mind even when the door slides open . not a surplus by any means but the extra components could go towards gear to supply the infra - station since they're constantly on the fronts of the landbreakers &. aggeloi—

ah ? to be so sharply dragged back from the desk has nicked fingers curling— frustration writ plain in the clasp a fist &. the grit of their teeth . it vanishes though at first sight of firey red hair— oh, but really, who else would it have been ? there are precious few operators who would think to intrude upon the endministrator's office . and, now that they are force to take pause &. consider, few that the staff outside wouldn't have tried to stop more than dismissive words .

please excuse them while they send out a very specific alert to supervisor @prlica [ supervisor perlica to the endministrator's office please . your expertise is required . ]

❝ who the fuck are you ? ❞