he-he

Roathe: We had this thing called Continuity where you'd transfer your mind into another person to take over their body to become immortal. It started out at voluntary though and then became a punishment. It was a normal part of society but I acknowledge it was bad, even though I partook in it myself many times.

Roathe: I was a concubine to a bloodthirsty, murderous, general that I both loved and hated. She forced me to have sex with her knowing that we both wanted to kill each other. I did it willingly though, and even agreed to her plans to kill all the Orokin so we could take over. It was all part of the very regular and very normal games we played.

Roathe: Oh, also she wanted to turn me into a Warframe too. It didn't happen, but then I willingly took a serum that transformed half my body into a warframe in the most painful way, together with letting me escape the genocidal society, so it all worked out!

Roathe:

basically I was playing uriel and looking at roathe's clawed hand for whatever reason got me to thinking how on earth he manages to type on the pc to chat with the drifter with those fucking knives on his fingers

like;

his ass ain't typing with those things he'll put a hole in the keyboard provided he doesn't miss

one could suggest that maybe he used something like talk to text or some shit since he does the voice mail thingies anyways BUT my brother and I were joking about it and came up with a much funnier solution

after I looked at vythelas

and noticed he has his own lil fingies that he does stretch and move around to cast spells and shit

so naturally the idea of vythelas typing on the keyboard for roathe was too funny to me

and now this exists

Cue the general Slapstick and inconvenience of being Too Dang Tall for everything. Hittin his head on too low doorframes, having to walk hunched under too low ceilings, chairs being incredibly uncomfortable and having to awkwardly have your knees bump the edge of the table cause you can't get em under there properly. Legs hanging over the bed. Cutlery being flimsy.

A fate worse than hell.

He bullies Loid into tasking the necramites to synthezise orokin/up-to-scale furnishings for him.

practicing horses by drawing tiny kaithes

Drifter is somewhat of a black hole, a void where everything and everyone is sucked in, their inherent charisma learned by trials of fire, ice, blistering light and the deepest darkest abyss of fear. They understand others in a way that makes them terrifying, able to undress roathe from his shields one thick layer of leather at a time.

the operator's nekros is a regular old warframe built from a blueprint— not at all independent or in possession of intact memories like umbra but nonetheless being present for so many unusual surges in transference has left him with some quirks, mainly manifesting in the form of unexpected movements. he's cognizant enough to exhibit a preference between the state of awake/aware/wholeness and being alone and dormant. would rather be in use or at least in contact with the operator 24/7 but it's fine. it's chill. there's definitely a blurred line between their personalities and mannerisms.

retrieving kullervo became the drifter's project shortly after they got the full picture of how warframes work in the origin system. he and kovnik showed up in the arsenal one day. how'd they get there? how aware is kullervo? is he a duplicate or the original? mind your business. they went with the drifter to 1999.

the drifter ruminates off and on in '99 about what kind of relationship they'll come back to with the operator— if they come back at all. what will they have found out in the meantime? will other people have had the chance to influence them about this whole paradox thing? will they be over it? will they be enemies? did the lotus just want them out of the way? all things considered, the drifter's stay in the origin system was just a brief blip between loops.

"don't know, I remember making a cocktail of em and gettin real high off it. Don't remember the mix, so I've just been gathering them all"