unseen.

i run a multimuse over @eigenprophecies but obviously i have some single muse blogs - i’ve been thinking about having a main blog as a directory to all my rp blogs and having them as side blogs (including aldris). opinions? it would negate having to constantly remember different logins, i’d be able to have everything on a single account BUT  i wouldn’t be able to follow back from individual blogs.

the figure is more shocked at the physical contact (although it should come as no surprise, they fondly think) than the considerably gruesome sight before their eyes, but that’s to be expected of someone who exits in a similar vein. the doctor deals with the sickly living than the sickly dead, attempting with both science and perhaps a little bit of secretive magic to cure the ills and aches of those who seek the beaked figure out. most would still claim that you never get used to the disfigurements, the horrid sights and smells, and the unavoidable death that sometimes befalls a poor soul too far gone for healing - but aldris would argue otherwise.  it’s all the same once you reach the end - just a small difference in how you got there.  gloved hands carefully pat the woman’s back, an almost awkward gesture though there is certainly an amount of affection shown anyways. psychical contact is always something they’ve struggled with, whether friend or stranger, but touko is, of course, an exception to the general rule. when did she get so tall?  ❝oh, i managed to find a bit of a lead as far as your whereabouts, of course, which was quite lucky all things considered. this place is rather large, easy to get lost in, i could wander those little streets for hours.❞ a deep chuckle as they brush off the question, ❝i apologize for having let the time stretch so far long - i did mean to come see you sooner, but the opportunity never presented itself until now. how have you been? you’re looking well!❞ 

it’s rare that the masked fellow finds themselves within the confines of a large city, preferring the solitude of their forested home to the bustling crowds and passing cars, the sweltering heat only amplified by black concrete top. it doesn’t help, of course, that aldris’ appearance makes them stand out among the people: beaked leather mask covering their face, long leather coat protecting their skin, and gloves hands being careful of what they reach out and touch. the attention makes them almost sweat, but they are here on business and running away isn’t allowed - not when they’ve already been paid.  so why not visit an old friend? it doesn’t take long for aldris to find aozaki touko’s residency. they have an unnatural ability to locate whoever they happen to be looking for with the most strangest ease, something they’ll always laugh off as simple luck. with a quick knock, and the picking of a lock, aldris’ beak leans through the crack of the door, the glass of the mask hiding their eyes. ❝touko? toukoooo?❞ despite the mask, their voice isn’t muffled at all, deep and yet rather soft-spoken, ❝helloooooo?❞

A Lovecraftian inspired take on a creature that takes the form of a plague doctor. Fandomless and here to help you with your ills - right?