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there's a second wind coming, as we lie here in our bed it rattles the bones of our fathers, carries whispers from the dead ‎ ‎ ‎ ︑︒⚬∙︓·⠄♅

. the archives are quiet.

✦ unofficial prodigy game ask blog ✦ run by @corrupted-icarus ✦ This blog centers around an AU and an academy student by the name of Kepler. One of the best students, but prefers to stay in the archives, where nobody can bother him or his studies... ✦ in character asks are welcome and encouraged!!

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. blog founded 9/14/2023 ◦ last updated 9/14/2023

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Cameron is sitting on the stairs of the archives when Kepler arrives. He doesn't see Kepler at first, but when he does, his eyes go wide and he quickly gets up and runs over to him

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

✦ Kepler looks fine, just a little tired. (Like that's anything unusual, anymore.) He's holding a bundle of white fabric in his arms with the journal pinned under an elbow. There's a slight, fresh burn on his left hand, around the thumb, but nothing serious. "I'm alright, Cameron," He sounds a bit nervous, doing this best to console the other. "I was over by the Dragon Isles, helping Valorie...You got the message, right? That I was gone?"

cam-the-copycat

"Uh, yeah, I did" he said, a slight annoyance in his voice "and I happen to know you weren't helping Val, because I was helping Val make a delivery- it wasn't her day on dragon isles."

He stared at the ground for a moment, his face slightly red, before he looked back up at Kepler. He spoke quietly, the anger gone and replaced with... well, it wasn't quite clear.

"You know it's not fair, that people like you can make me feel so undone and then turn around and lie to my face. I mean- you've put me in all this unnecessary worry, and you won't even explain why you're doing it," he said, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Kepler frowns. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't know she wasn't there." He doesn't dare mention what he saw up there. "I'm fine, though, I promise you. I didn't mean to make you upset." He looks away from Cameron, not sure what else to say. "I missed you, up there. It's nice to see you again." He feels cold, a looming dread over him like a guillotine blade. He looks back at Cameron, staring. Burning every detail into his memory.

cam-the-copycat

Cameron sighed. "It's okay. I'm sorry for freaking out on you just- I'm glad you're okay."

Cameron pauses for a moment, and then smiles. A sweet sight.

"So... did you see anything cool up there?" he asked curiously, "I've just been here uh... studying and stuff." He hadn't really been studying at all, but it would've been pathetic to admit he had spent almost the whole time waiting for Kepler, right?

Then Cameron smiles, and he feels better. Kepler smiles too. "Not really. It was surprisingly empty, which i guess makes sense if you think about it. I was in the northern parts of the island." He gestures to the bundle of fabric in his arms. "This is an old coat, actually. Brought it with me up there."

cam-the-copycat

Cameron's grin widened at seeing Kepler's smile. Kepler really did make him come undone in a way he couldn't explain. It was nice.

"Sounds like neither of us had a very exciting time," Cameron chuckled "me and Val were on a totally empty part of the mountain, just miners and stuff out there!"

He looked down at the coat curiously. "Wow, thats a nice color! I wish my old coats fit me, but I guess it's better that they don't since it means Crios let's me borrow his," Cameron said cheerily. "He and I were actually on shiverchill together before I met up with Val- he totally left me behind on accident, can you believe that?"

"Oh, uh- thank you..!" Kepler says, almost flustered, before raising an eyebrow. "I can't actually believe that," he says in an almost joking tone. "How do you just.. leave someone in Shiverchill? You of all people, too!" Kepler knows how hard it is to forget Cameron. He looks away, running the fabric through his fingers, setting the journal down. He looks back up. "I bet you looked nice in your old coats. What did they look like?"

cam-the-copycat

Cameron looked pleasantly surprised at the compliment, his smile as radiant as ever.

"Well thanks! But I didn't haha- I just wore hand me downs as a kid, stuff Harvey never got to sell... my favorite coat was a titan hunter robe, of all things!"

"And hey, don't be dissing Crios, he's a busy guy with big quests to go on, of course he wouldn't give me a second thought," he said with a certain pride and admiration. "But hey, I've practically got his permanent signature after our fight, so it's no biggie if he doesn't notice me, we're tied together by the fatessssss," Cameron said, wiggling his fingers in a purposefully silly manner.

Kepler tilted his head, staring at Cameron’s hands.

“Whatever you say, Cam…”

He joked, looking away briefly. He’d never been one for physical touch; surely Cameron wasn’t, either. What’s the science behind hand holding, anyway? What makes it so universal? What part of that process do people with neurological disorders miss? Is there something similar for them? Does—

His thoughts blur together and trail off.

His face was red long before he noticed he was staring off into space, lost thinking again.

cam-the-copycat

Cam looked at Kepler inquisitively, before looking down at his own hands and back up at Kepler.

"Whatcha staring at? You're kind of red," Cameron half giggled.

Cameron fidgeted with his hands a little as he spoke. They were somewhat chubby, and they appeared to have been scraped recently. As Cameron remembered his last duel where he had fallen and had to catch himself with his hands, and he was overcome with the desire to say something very stupid.

“Huh—? O-Oh, gosh,”

He covers his face, embarrassed but not all that upset. “Excuse me.” He struggles to regain some composure, still pink in the cheeks when he eventually meets Cameron’s gaze again.

“I— uh, uhm,” Kepler kneads the fabric in his hands. “Nothing, nothing,”

Kepler’s a horrible liar.

He chuckles, nervous, then just continues to stare at Cameron like he’s the finest piece of art— no, something more special than that, maybe a glassblown sculpture; pulled from an inferno and shimmeringly gorgeous.

cam-the-copycat

Cameron grins at Kepler's poor attempt at lying. He takes a step closer to Kepler.

Cameron had always considered himself bold. Most of his older friends called it stupidity, but he called it bravery. And right now, Cameron was feeling very brave.

"I think you're lying," he said with a smile, "and I think I know why."

Cameron leaned forward and pressed his lips to the top of Kepler's head. It was short, but when Cameron pulled away with a proud smile, the world seemed to stop spinning.

Kepler pauses, frozen by shock.

“Oh— wow.” He says, soft, and when he comes back to his senses he smiles wide with the realization of that was real.

He kicks his feet. “I— I like you too, for the record.” He sort of half giggles and kisses him on the cheek back. “There. Now we’re even.”

He’d never loved someone before, so he didn’t know what it was like beyond simple, detached scientific description. But he felt whole with Cameron. Maybe that’s what it was.

He sighs, and for a moment, the world seems lighter.

cam-the-copycat

"Awesome," Cameron said with a grin.

"I've got to get to class, I'll see you later okay? And next time you go out on a dangerous quest to help somebody, make sure that somebody is actually there first," Cameron teased, "and say hi to Val for me!"

Cameron ran off down the hallway, nearly tripping over himself in excitement as he did so. This was probably the second best thing to ever happen to him, he decided. Maybe even the first.

Kepler nods, watching Cameron walk away. He lingers outside a little longer.

The violet’s never been this quiet this long.

Kepler closes his eyes and briefly imagines a better life; when this is all over, he’ll open a private practice in medicine and become the best doctor Lamplight’s ever seen. and then he’ll go home to a little house with Cameron and a fluffy brown cat. Maybe He’ll name it… Wish. After CWS.

He smiles. Maybe he’ll live to see this through after all.

#kepler writes.

Cameron is sitting on the stairs of the archives when Kepler arrives. He doesn't see Kepler at first, but when he does, his eyes go wide and he quickly gets up and runs over to him

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

✦ Kepler looks fine, just a little tired. (Like that's anything unusual, anymore.) He's holding a bundle of white fabric in his arms with the journal pinned under an elbow. There's a slight, fresh burn on his left hand, around the thumb, but nothing serious. "I'm alright, Cameron," He sounds a bit nervous, doing this best to console the other. "I was over by the Dragon Isles, helping Valorie...You got the message, right? That I was gone?"

cam-the-copycat

"Uh, yeah, I did" he said, a slight annoyance in his voice "and I happen to know you weren't helping Val, because I was helping Val make a delivery- it wasn't her day on dragon isles."

He stared at the ground for a moment, his face slightly red, before he looked back up at Kepler. He spoke quietly, the anger gone and replaced with... well, it wasn't quite clear.

"You know it's not fair, that people like you can make me feel so undone and then turn around and lie to my face. I mean- you've put me in all this unnecessary worry, and you won't even explain why you're doing it," he said, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Kepler frowns. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't know she wasn't there." He doesn't dare mention what he saw up there. "I'm fine, though, I promise you. I didn't mean to make you upset." He looks away from Cameron, not sure what else to say. "I missed you, up there. It's nice to see you again." He feels cold, a looming dread over him like a guillotine blade. He looks back at Cameron, staring. Burning every detail into his memory.

cam-the-copycat

Cameron sighed. "It's okay. I'm sorry for freaking out on you just- I'm glad you're okay."

Cameron pauses for a moment, and then smiles. A sweet sight.

"So... did you see anything cool up there?" he asked curiously, "I've just been here uh... studying and stuff." He hadn't really been studying at all, but it would've been pathetic to admit he had spent almost the whole time waiting for Kepler, right?

Then Cameron smiles, and he feels better. Kepler smiles too. "Not really. It was surprisingly empty, which i guess makes sense if you think about it. I was in the northern parts of the island." He gestures to the bundle of fabric in his arms. "This is an old coat, actually. Brought it with me up there."

cam-the-copycat

Cameron's grin widened at seeing Kepler's smile. Kepler really did make him come undone in a way he couldn't explain. It was nice.

"Sounds like neither of us had a very exciting time," Cameron chuckled "me and Val were on a totally empty part of the mountain, just miners and stuff out there!"

He looked down at the coat curiously. "Wow, thats a nice color! I wish my old coats fit me, but I guess it's better that they don't since it means Crios let's me borrow his," Cameron said cheerily. "He and I were actually on shiverchill together before I met up with Val- he totally left me behind on accident, can you believe that?"

"Oh, uh- thank you..!" Kepler says, almost flustered, before raising an eyebrow. "I can't actually believe that," he says in an almost joking tone. "How do you just.. leave someone in Shiverchill? You of all people, too!" Kepler knows how hard it is to forget Cameron. He looks away, running the fabric through his fingers, setting the journal down. He looks back up. "I bet you looked nice in your old coats. What did they look like?"

cam-the-copycat

Cameron looked pleasantly surprised at the compliment, his smile as radiant as ever.

"Well thanks! But I didn't haha- I just wore hand me downs as a kid, stuff Harvey never got to sell... my favorite coat was a titan hunter robe, of all things!"

"And hey, don't be dissing Crios, he's a busy guy with big quests to go on, of course he wouldn't give me a second thought," he said with a certain pride and admiration. "But hey, I've practically got his permanent signature after our fight, so it's no biggie if he doesn't notice me, we're tied together by the fatessssss," Cameron said, wiggling his fingers in a purposefully silly manner.

Kepler tilted his head, staring at Cameron’s hands.

“Whatever you say, Cam…”

He joked, looking away briefly. He’d never been one for physical touch; surely Cameron wasn’t, either. What’s the science behind hand holding, anyway? What makes it so universal? What part of that process do people with neurological disorders miss? Is there something similar for them? Does—

His thoughts blur together and trail off.

His face was red long before he noticed he was staring off into space, lost thinking again.

cam-the-copycat

Cam looked at Kepler inquisitively, before looking down at his own hands and back up at Kepler.

"Whatcha staring at? You're kind of red," Cameron half giggled.

Cameron fidgeted with his hands a little as he spoke. They were somewhat chubby, and they appeared to have been scraped recently. As Cameron remembered his last duel where he had fallen and had to catch himself with his hands, and he was overcome with the desire to say something very stupid.

“Huh—? O-Oh, gosh,”

He covers his face, embarrassed but not all that upset. “Excuse me.” He struggles to regain some composure, still pink in the cheeks when he eventually meets Cameron’s gaze again.

“I— uh, uhm,” Kepler kneads the fabric in his hands. “Nothing, nothing,”

Kepler’s a horrible liar.

He chuckles, nervous, then just continues to stare at Cameron like he’s the finest piece of art— no, something more special than that, maybe a glassblown sculpture; pulled from an inferno and shimmeringly gorgeous.

cam-the-copycat

Cameron grins at Kepler's poor attempt at lying. He takes a step closer to Kepler.

Cameron had always considered himself bold. Most of his older friends called it stupidity, but he called it bravery. And right now, Cameron was feeling very brave.

"I think you're lying," he said with a smile, "and I think I know why."

Cameron leaned forward and pressed his lips to the top of Kepler's head. It was short, but when Cameron pulled away with a proud smile, the world seemed to stop spinning.

Kepler pauses, frozen by shock.

“Oh— wow.” He says, soft, and when he comes back to his senses he smiles wide with the realization of that was real.

He kicks his feet. “I— I like you too, for the record.” He sort of half giggles and kisses him on the cheek back. “There. Now we’re even.”

He’d never loved someone before, so he didn’t know what it was like beyond simple, detached scientific description. But he felt whole with Cameron. Maybe that’s what it was.

He sighs, and for a moment, the world seems lighter.

#kepler writes.#ACADEMY YAOI 🗣🗣🔥🔥

Cameron is sitting on the stairs of the archives when Kepler arrives. He doesn't see Kepler at first, but when he does, his eyes go wide and he quickly gets up and runs over to him

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

✦ Kepler looks fine, just a little tired. (Like that's anything unusual, anymore.) He's holding a bundle of white fabric in his arms with the journal pinned under an elbow. There's a slight, fresh burn on his left hand, around the thumb, but nothing serious. "I'm alright, Cameron," He sounds a bit nervous, doing this best to console the other. "I was over by the Dragon Isles, helping Valorie...You got the message, right? That I was gone?"

cam-the-copycat

"Uh, yeah, I did" he said, a slight annoyance in his voice "and I happen to know you weren't helping Val, because I was helping Val make a delivery- it wasn't her day on dragon isles."

He stared at the ground for a moment, his face slightly red, before he looked back up at Kepler. He spoke quietly, the anger gone and replaced with... well, it wasn't quite clear.

"You know it's not fair, that people like you can make me feel so undone and then turn around and lie to my face. I mean- you've put me in all this unnecessary worry, and you won't even explain why you're doing it," he said, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Kepler frowns. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't know she wasn't there." He doesn't dare mention what he saw up there. "I'm fine, though, I promise you. I didn't mean to make you upset." He looks away from Cameron, not sure what else to say. "I missed you, up there. It's nice to see you again." He feels cold, a looming dread over him like a guillotine blade. He looks back at Cameron, staring. Burning every detail into his memory.

cam-the-copycat

Cameron sighed. "It's okay. I'm sorry for freaking out on you just- I'm glad you're okay."

Cameron pauses for a moment, and then smiles. A sweet sight.

"So... did you see anything cool up there?" he asked curiously, "I've just been here uh... studying and stuff." He hadn't really been studying at all, but it would've been pathetic to admit he had spent almost the whole time waiting for Kepler, right?

Then Cameron smiles, and he feels better. Kepler smiles too. "Not really. It was surprisingly empty, which i guess makes sense if you think about it. I was in the northern parts of the island." He gestures to the bundle of fabric in his arms. "This is an old coat, actually. Brought it with me up there."

cam-the-copycat

Cameron's grin widened at seeing Kepler's smile. Kepler really did make him come undone in a way he couldn't explain. It was nice.

"Sounds like neither of us had a very exciting time," Cameron chuckled "me and Val were on a totally empty part of the mountain, just miners and stuff out there!"

He looked down at the coat curiously. "Wow, thats a nice color! I wish my old coats fit me, but I guess it's better that they don't since it means Crios let's me borrow his," Cameron said cheerily. "He and I were actually on shiverchill together before I met up with Val- he totally left me behind on accident, can you believe that?"

"Oh, uh- thank you..!" Kepler says, almost flustered, before raising an eyebrow. "I can't actually believe that," he says in an almost joking tone. "How do you just.. leave someone in Shiverchill? You of all people, too!" Kepler knows how hard it is to forget Cameron. He looks away, running the fabric through his fingers, setting the journal down. He looks back up. "I bet you looked nice in your old coats. What did they look like?"

cam-the-copycat

Cameron looked pleasantly surprised at the compliment, his smile as radiant as ever.

"Well thanks! But I didn't haha- I just wore hand me downs as a kid, stuff Harvey never got to sell... my favorite coat was a titan hunter robe, of all things!"

"And hey, don't be dissing Crios, he's a busy guy with big quests to go on, of course he wouldn't give me a second thought," he said with a certain pride and admiration. "But hey, I've practically got his permanent signature after our fight, so it's no biggie if he doesn't notice me, we're tied together by the fatessssss," Cameron said, wiggling his fingers in a purposefully silly manner.

Kepler tilted his head, staring at Cameron’s hands.

“Whatever you say, Cam…”

He joked, looking away briefly. He’d never been one for physical touch; surely Cameron wasn’t, either. What’s the science behind hand holding, anyway? What makes it so universal? What part of that process do people with neurological disorders miss? Is there something similar for them? Does—

His thoughts blur together and trail off.

His face was red long before he noticed he was staring off into space, lost thinking again.

cam-the-copycat

Cam looked at Kepler inquisitively, before looking down at his own hands and back up at Kepler.

"Whatcha staring at? You're kind of red," Cameron half giggled.

Cameron fidgeted with his hands a little as he spoke. They were somewhat chubby, and they appeared to have been scraped recently. As Cameron remembered his last duel where he had fallen and had to catch himself with his hands, and he was overcome with the desire to say something very stupid.

“Huh—? O-Oh, gosh,”

He covers his face, embarrassed but not all that upset. “Excuse me.” He struggles to regain some composure, still pink in the cheeks when he eventually meets Cameron’s gaze again.

“I— uh, uhm,” Kepler kneads the fabric in his hands. “Nothing, nothing,”

Kepler’s a horrible liar.

He chuckles, nervous, then just continues to stare at Cameron like he’s the finest piece of art— no, something more special than that, maybe a glassblown sculpture; pulled from an inferno and shimmeringly gorgeous.

#kepler writes.

Cameron is sitting on the stairs of the archives when Kepler arrives. He doesn't see Kepler at first, but when he does, his eyes go wide and he quickly gets up and runs over to him

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

✦ Kepler looks fine, just a little tired. (Like that's anything unusual, anymore.) He's holding a bundle of white fabric in his arms with the journal pinned under an elbow. There's a slight, fresh burn on his left hand, around the thumb, but nothing serious. "I'm alright, Cameron," He sounds a bit nervous, doing this best to console the other. "I was over by the Dragon Isles, helping Valorie...You got the message, right? That I was gone?"

cam-the-copycat

"Uh, yeah, I did" he said, a slight annoyance in his voice "and I happen to know you weren't helping Val, because I was helping Val make a delivery- it wasn't her day on dragon isles."

He stared at the ground for a moment, his face slightly red, before he looked back up at Kepler. He spoke quietly, the anger gone and replaced with... well, it wasn't quite clear.

"You know it's not fair, that people like you can make me feel so undone and then turn around and lie to my face. I mean- you've put me in all this unnecessary worry, and you won't even explain why you're doing it," he said, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Kepler frowns. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't know she wasn't there." He doesn't dare mention what he saw up there. "I'm fine, though, I promise you. I didn't mean to make you upset." He looks away from Cameron, not sure what else to say. "I missed you, up there. It's nice to see you again." He feels cold, a looming dread over him like a guillotine blade. He looks back at Cameron, staring. Burning every detail into his memory.

cam-the-copycat

Cameron sighed. "It's okay. I'm sorry for freaking out on you just- I'm glad you're okay."

Cameron pauses for a moment, and then smiles. A sweet sight.

"So... did you see anything cool up there?" he asked curiously, "I've just been here uh... studying and stuff." He hadn't really been studying at all, but it would've been pathetic to admit he had spent almost the whole time waiting for Kepler, right?

Then Cameron smiles, and he feels better. Kepler smiles too. "Not really. It was surprisingly empty, which i guess makes sense if you think about it. I was in the northern parts of the island." He gestures to the bundle of fabric in his arms. "This is an old coat, actually. Brought it with me up there."

cam-the-copycat

Cameron's grin widened at seeing Kepler's smile. Kepler really did make him come undone in a way he couldn't explain. It was nice.

"Sounds like neither of us had a very exciting time," Cameron chuckled "me and Val were on a totally empty part of the mountain, just miners and stuff out there!"

He looked down at the coat curiously. "Wow, thats a nice color! I wish my old coats fit me, but I guess it's better that they don't since it means Crios let's me borrow his," Cameron said cheerily. "He and I were actually on shiverchill together before I met up with Val- he totally left me behind on accident, can you believe that?"

"Oh, uh- thank you..!" Kepler says, almost flustered, before raising an eyebrow. "I can't actually believe that," he says in an almost joking tone. "How do you just.. leave someone in Shiverchill? You of all people, too!" Kepler knows how hard it is to forget Cameron. He looks away, running the fabric through his fingers, setting the journal down. He looks back up. "I bet you looked nice in your old coats. What did they look like?"

cam-the-copycat

Cameron looked pleasantly surprised at the compliment, his smile as radiant as ever.

"Well thanks! But I didn't haha- I just wore hand me downs as a kid, stuff Harvey never got to sell... my favorite coat was a titan hunter robe, of all things!"

"And hey, don't be dissing Crios, he's a busy guy with big quests to go on, of course he wouldn't give me a second thought," he said with a certain pride and admiration. "But hey, I've practically got his permanent signature after our fight, so it's no biggie if he doesn't notice me, we're tied together by the fatessssss," Cameron said, wiggling his fingers in a purposefully silly manner.

Kepler tilted his head, staring at Cameron’s hands.

“Whatever you say, Cam…”

He joked, looking away briefly. He’d never been one for physical touch; surely Cameron wasn’t, either. What’s the science behind hand holding, anyway? What makes it so universal? What part of that process do people with neurological disorders miss? Is there something similar for them? Does—

His thoughts blur together and trail off.

His face was red long before he noticed he was staring off into space, lost thinking again.

#kepler writes.

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Cameron is sitting on the stairs of the archives when Kepler arrives. He doesn't see Kepler at first, but when he does, his eyes go wide and he quickly gets up and runs over to him

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

✦ Kepler looks fine, just a little tired. (Like that's anything unusual, anymore.) He's holding a bundle of white fabric in his arms with the journal pinned under an elbow. There's a slight, fresh burn on his left hand, around the thumb, but nothing serious. "I'm alright, Cameron," He sounds a bit nervous, doing this best to console the other. "I was over by the Dragon Isles, helping Valorie...You got the message, right? That I was gone?"

cam-the-copycat

"Uh, yeah, I did" he said, a slight annoyance in his voice "and I happen to know you weren't helping Val, because I was helping Val make a delivery- it wasn't her day on dragon isles."

He stared at the ground for a moment, his face slightly red, before he looked back up at Kepler. He spoke quietly, the anger gone and replaced with... well, it wasn't quite clear.

"You know it's not fair, that people like you can make me feel so undone and then turn around and lie to my face. I mean- you've put me in all this unnecessary worry, and you won't even explain why you're doing it," he said, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Kepler frowns. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't know she wasn't there." He doesn't dare mention what he saw up there. "I'm fine, though, I promise you. I didn't mean to make you upset." He looks away from Cameron, not sure what else to say. "I missed you, up there. It's nice to see you again." He feels cold, a looming dread over him like a guillotine blade. He looks back at Cameron, staring. Burning every detail into his memory.

cam-the-copycat

Cameron sighed. "It's okay. I'm sorry for freaking out on you just- I'm glad you're okay."

Cameron pauses for a moment, and then smiles. A sweet sight.

"So... did you see anything cool up there?" he asked curiously, "I've just been here uh... studying and stuff." He hadn't really been studying at all, but it would've been pathetic to admit he had spent almost the whole time waiting for Kepler, right?

Then Cameron smiles, and he feels better. Kepler smiles too. "Not really. It was surprisingly empty, which i guess makes sense if you think about it. I was in the northern parts of the island." He gestures to the bundle of fabric in his arms. "This is an old coat, actually. Brought it with me up there."

cam-the-copycat

Cameron's grin widened at seeing Kepler's smile. Kepler really did make him come undone in a way he couldn't explain. It was nice.

"Sounds like neither of us had a very exciting time," Cameron chuckled "me and Val were on a totally empty part of the mountain, just miners and stuff out there!"

He looked down at the coat curiously. "Wow, thats a nice color! I wish my old coats fit me, but I guess it's better that they don't since it means Crios let's me borrow his," Cameron said cheerily. "He and I were actually on shiverchill together before I met up with Val- he totally left me behind on accident, can you believe that?"

"Oh, uh- thank you..!" Kepler says, almost flustered, before raising an eyebrow. "I can't actually believe that," he says in an almost joking tone. "How do you just.. leave someone in Shiverchill? You of all people, too!" Kepler knows how hard it is to forget Cameron. He looks away, running the fabric through his fingers, setting the journal down. He looks back up. "I bet you looked nice in your old coats. What did they look like?"

#kepler writes.

Cameron is sitting on the stairs of the archives when Kepler arrives. He doesn't see Kepler at first, but when he does, his eyes go wide and he quickly gets up and runs over to him

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

✦ Kepler looks fine, just a little tired. (Like that's anything unusual, anymore.) He's holding a bundle of white fabric in his arms with the journal pinned under an elbow. There's a slight, fresh burn on his left hand, around the thumb, but nothing serious. "I'm alright, Cameron," He sounds a bit nervous, doing this best to console the other. "I was over by the Dragon Isles, helping Valorie...You got the message, right? That I was gone?"

cam-the-copycat

"Uh, yeah, I did" he said, a slight annoyance in his voice "and I happen to know you weren't helping Val, because I was helping Val make a delivery- it wasn't her day on dragon isles."

He stared at the ground for a moment, his face slightly red, before he looked back up at Kepler. He spoke quietly, the anger gone and replaced with... well, it wasn't quite clear.

"You know it's not fair, that people like you can make me feel so undone and then turn around and lie to my face. I mean- you've put me in all this unnecessary worry, and you won't even explain why you're doing it," he said, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Kepler frowns. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't know she wasn't there." He doesn't dare mention what he saw up there. "I'm fine, though, I promise you. I didn't mean to make you upset." He looks away from Cameron, not sure what else to say. "I missed you, up there. It's nice to see you again." He feels cold, a looming dread over him like a guillotine blade. He looks back at Cameron, staring. Burning every detail into his memory.

cam-the-copycat

Cameron sighed. "It's okay. I'm sorry for freaking out on you just- I'm glad you're okay."

Cameron pauses for a moment, and then smiles. A sweet sight.

"So... did you see anything cool up there?" he asked curiously, "I've just been here uh... studying and stuff." He hadn't really been studying at all, but it would've been pathetic to admit he had spent almost the whole time waiting for Kepler, right?

Then Cameron smiles, and he feels better. Kepler smiles too. "Not really. It was surprisingly empty, which i guess makes sense if you think about it. I was in the northern parts of the island." He gestures to the bundle of fabric in his arms. "This is an old coat, actually. Brought it with me up there."

#kepler writes.

Cameron is sitting on the stairs of the archives when Kepler arrives. He doesn't see Kepler at first, but when he does, his eyes go wide and he quickly gets up and runs over to him

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

✦ Kepler looks fine, just a little tired. (Like that's anything unusual, anymore.) He's holding a bundle of white fabric in his arms with the journal pinned under an elbow. There's a slight, fresh burn on his left hand, around the thumb, but nothing serious. "I'm alright, Cameron," He sounds a bit nervous, doing this best to console the other. "I was over by the Dragon Isles, helping Valorie...You got the message, right? That I was gone?"

cam-the-copycat

"Uh, yeah, I did" he said, a slight annoyance in his voice "and I happen to know you weren't helping Val, because I was helping Val make a delivery- it wasn't her day on dragon isles."

He stared at the ground for a moment, his face slightly red, before he looked back up at Kepler. He spoke quietly, the anger gone and replaced with... well, it wasn't quite clear.

"You know it's not fair, that people like you can make me feel so undone and then turn around and lie to my face. I mean- you've put me in all this unnecessary worry, and you won't even explain why you're doing it," he said, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.

Kepler frowns. "I know. I'm sorry, I didn't know she wasn't there." He doesn't dare mention what he saw up there. "I'm fine, though, I promise you. I didn't mean to make you upset." He looks away from Cameron, not sure what else to say. "I missed you, up there. It's nice to see you again." He feels cold, a looming dread over him like a guillotine blade. He looks back at Cameron, staring. Burning every detail into his memory.

#kepler writes.

Cameron is sitting on the stairs of the archives when Kepler arrives. He doesn't see Kepler at first, but when he does, his eyes go wide and he quickly gets up and runs over to him

"Kepler! Where have you been? Why do you smell like blood? Did you kill somebody? George knows how to get blood out of fabric-" Cameron asked quickly in concern, his eyes searching over Kepler's body for any injuries.

✦ Kepler looks fine, just a little tired. (Like that's anything unusual, anymore.) He's holding a bundle of white fabric in his arms with the journal pinned under an elbow. There's a slight, fresh burn on his left hand, around the thumb, but nothing serious. "I'm alright, Cameron," He sounds a bit nervous, doing this best to console the other. "I was over by the Dragon Isles, helping Valorie...You got the message, right? That I was gone?"

#kepler writes.

GORE WARNING - OOC

violet drawing!

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A letter blows in. It is written in messy block letters, and the paper is visibly dirty.

How much do I have to pay if I check out a book for too long?

You get the feeling this letter isn’t meant for you.

@physigils

Kepler is smacked by the letter on his way back from the cave.

He reads it. How the hell did this end up out here?

He writes back “A lot.” on the page, folds it into a plane, and casts it into the wind.

#kepler writes.

ask-the-puppet-master

There's a faint golden glow from the entrance of the cave, followed by gentle footsteps, reverberating off the stone walls. if you turned, you'd recognize that face anywhere. Its Kepler; just a little more alert, and clad in a white, flowing cloak to protect him from the chill of the northern parts of The Isles. He holds a familiar black leather-bound journal, now filled with scraps of paper and bookmarks. He carries the scent of blood and black dahlias. He doesn't see you. - @ocelluicepler

The Puppet Master stumbles, scattering a glass and too many notes. The glass smashes on the stone floor, making him curse as he stumbles again. He seems.. exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Not at all his usual self. None of his usual confidence. No plans behind those dimming eyes, just confusion.

Why was Kepler here? He’d received the letter stating he’d wanted nothing to do with him.. And besides, his cave was hidden! Albeit with shadow illusions, but that was besides the point. The Puppet Master regained his composure, standing up straight before a fire and a nest of something that appeared to be scraps of fabric, wool and straw.

“Kepler-?” He calls, voice soft, “What- How-?”

Kepler's voice hitches in his throat at the words. "Hello Erebus," He finally says after a moment of quiet. His tone is level and you can see nothing of his expression other than his eyes. "I guess that explains the nausea." Kepler takes a step forward, holding out his wand for light, turning away from the other and quickly taking what you can only assume is some kind of basic medication. "I didn't expect to find you here, though I guess the fuzzy illusion gave it away." He leans over, looking at the broken glass. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," He remarks, with an almost childish sarcasm.

ask-the-puppet-master

The Puppet Master rolls his eyes, observing Kepler hesitantly. He was far too weak to use magic against the child currently, though he had no clue if Kepler could use any against him. If he faltered, he would prove himself weak. He wasn’t weak. He just needed this dragon to hatch.

“Fuzzy illusion?! I’ll have you know-“ He winced, pausing before sighing. He stumbled again, leaning on the table for support. “And says you. All of you academy students are exhausted with these isles.”

Kepler's gaze softens with an almost poetic sympathy. "You say that like it's not your fault we're doing this in the first place." He never raises his voice because The Puppet Master has no choice but to listen. He sighs, settling down next to Erebus. "I appreciate the book you've given me, if that's worth anything at this point," He flips through its pages, marked with sticky notes and bookmarks not found in the original. "But, I must ask, why'd you bother sending me it at all?" He looks over, reaching for something in his bag.

ask-the-puppet-master

The Puppet Master stumbles again, this time using the cave wall. His vision sways as he sits on the stone ground, the only warmth coming from the fire keeping his egg warm. If he had a body, he would be frail. Pathetic. At least with just his robes, he can pretend. Make believe was always his specialty. Illusions and lies woven like intricate threads.

“Thought you should know about shadow magic. About me.” He murmurs, moving his glowing gaze up to meet Keplers. Their purple eyes. Reminded him of the gems he kept. “I know, I’m so kind. But anyway. Someone ought to know about the keystone.”

With a small spell, suddenly his staff is in his hands, the gnarled wood matching the shade of his cross-hatch hands. It was long and wild, branching up to curl around a deep purple gem. In the near silence, the gem hummed faintly, and The Puppet Master matched the note. A low, almost calming note.

He thinks for a moment. He considers the staff. And then he holds his staff out to Kepler, trusting him with the thing keeping his form pure shadow magic. He’d never parted with it, it was far too dangerous, but he owed it to this child. He owed Kepler this.

Kepler nods. "I guess it'll intrigue you to know I took the time to learn something out of the book." He tilts his head at Erebus offering him their staff. "Its a gorgeous staff," he looks hesitant to touch it, knowing it'll make him ill. "Seeing the keystone in person is different to just a drawing." Kepler pulls it ever so slightly closer, rubs a spot of dirt off of it with his thumb. There's no emotion behind his eyes, like a doctor inspecting a particularly interesting infected organ. "It is not mine to take though. You cannot give it to me."

ask-the-puppet-master

“Hm.” The Puppet Master murmurs, “I’m glad.”

At the dismissal of his staff, he considers dropping it, just to see what would happen, but instead, he places it to one side. The gem continues to hum faintly, but he just ignores it. The magic radiating off of the gem is low compared to the magnet that is himself.

“The keystone.. The keystone has always been my favourite keystone. I may be biased, but in my opinion it’s the most beautiful. Uneven. Imperfect.” The Puppet Master glances from the staff to the egg and then to Kepler. Shadow magic was beautiful and imperfect and uneven. “I figured. The staff is.. unusual.”

The Puppet Master gets to his feet with some effort, towering over Kepler like a tired pile of laundry. He would’ve yawned, but no mouth. He simply waved a hand, gesturing to an area with a makeshift bed and desk. A bookshelf made from stacked stones holds a few new journals, unguarded as The Puppet Master tidies his notes.

“If you want to stay, rest there. If not, feel free to leave. You know where to find the cave.”

"I'm sure it's getting late, so I ought to find the rest of the crew I'm traveling with. They have their own camp further south." Kepler stares at the exit. His vision warps slightly. get out get out g ...You mistake me, violet. "You leave them be, yeah?" He picks the journal up, adjusting his coat. "Consider that a deal. You leave them be and I'll keep you company." He glances at the makeshift bed across from him. He feels a warmth in his chest; a unfamiliar sense of security. He shakes it off.

ask-the-puppet-master

The Puppet Master pauses for a moment. Kepler wasn’t leaving, he just wanted to make a deal. It was a simple enough deal, though he couldn’t do anything if the students found him. He’d been hidden for the most part, biding his time whilst others tried to find him.

“Alright.” He sighs, keeping his gaze on Kepler, “I’ll leave them alone. But it’s not my fault if they find me. And.. And thank you, I suppose.”

The Puppet Master thinks for a moment. He thinks about how he could influence this, How he could influence Kepler. He could teach his magic and have company.. He was quite lonely. He had been since the cell. Kepler could stay, he could learn.. No, nevermind.

“Thank you for the company. In the cell.”

Kepler hesitates, then nods, understanding.

“Valorie and Winston are their names, if you need them.”

He takes one last glance around.

“You’re welcome. Bye.” He still sounds awkward, like that same child you met in the cell.

He walks out the cave, writing down the location as he leaves.

He isn’t going to tell anyone about this. He knows he should.

#kepler reblogging #kepler writes.#the notebook.#manipulation arc is REAL !!

ask-the-puppet-master

There's a faint golden glow from the entrance of the cave, followed by gentle footsteps, reverberating off the stone walls. if you turned, you'd recognize that face anywhere. Its Kepler; just a little more alert, and clad in a white, flowing cloak to protect him from the chill of the northern parts of The Isles. He holds a familiar black leather-bound journal, now filled with scraps of paper and bookmarks. He carries the scent of blood and black dahlias. He doesn't see you. - @ocelluicepler

The Puppet Master stumbles, scattering a glass and too many notes. The glass smashes on the stone floor, making him curse as he stumbles again. He seems.. exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Not at all his usual self. None of his usual confidence. No plans behind those dimming eyes, just confusion.

Why was Kepler here? He’d received the letter stating he’d wanted nothing to do with him.. And besides, his cave was hidden! Albeit with shadow illusions, but that was besides the point. The Puppet Master regained his composure, standing up straight before a fire and a nest of something that appeared to be scraps of fabric, wool and straw.

“Kepler-?” He calls, voice soft, “What- How-?”

Kepler's voice hitches in his throat at the words. "Hello Erebus," He finally says after a moment of quiet. His tone is level and you can see nothing of his expression other than his eyes. "I guess that explains the nausea." Kepler takes a step forward, holding out his wand for light, turning away from the other and quickly taking what you can only assume is some kind of basic medication. "I didn't expect to find you here, though I guess the fuzzy illusion gave it away." He leans over, looking at the broken glass. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," He remarks, with an almost childish sarcasm.

ask-the-puppet-master

The Puppet Master rolls his eyes, observing Kepler hesitantly. He was far too weak to use magic against the child currently, though he had no clue if Kepler could use any against him. If he faltered, he would prove himself weak. He wasn’t weak. He just needed this dragon to hatch.

“Fuzzy illusion?! I’ll have you know-“ He winced, pausing before sighing. He stumbled again, leaning on the table for support. “And says you. All of you academy students are exhausted with these isles.”

Kepler's gaze softens with an almost poetic sympathy. "You say that like it's not your fault we're doing this in the first place." He never raises his voice because The Puppet Master has no choice but to listen. He sighs, settling down next to Erebus. "I appreciate the book you've given me, if that's worth anything at this point," He flips through its pages, marked with sticky notes and bookmarks not found in the original. "But, I must ask, why'd you bother sending me it at all?" He looks over, reaching for something in his bag.

ask-the-puppet-master

The Puppet Master stumbles again, this time using the cave wall. His vision sways as he sits on the stone ground, the only warmth coming from the fire keeping his egg warm. If he had a body, he would be frail. Pathetic. At least with just his robes, he can pretend. Make believe was always his specialty. Illusions and lies woven like intricate threads.

“Thought you should know about shadow magic. About me.” He murmurs, moving his glowing gaze up to meet Keplers. Their purple eyes. Reminded him of the gems he kept. “I know, I’m so kind. But anyway. Someone ought to know about the keystone.”

With a small spell, suddenly his staff is in his hands, the gnarled wood matching the shade of his cross-hatch hands. It was long and wild, branching up to curl around a deep purple gem. In the near silence, the gem hummed faintly, and The Puppet Master matched the note. A low, almost calming note.

He thinks for a moment. He considers the staff. And then he holds his staff out to Kepler, trusting him with the thing keeping his form pure shadow magic. He’d never parted with it, it was far too dangerous, but he owed it to this child. He owed Kepler this.

Kepler nods. "I guess it'll intrigue you to know I took the time to learn something out of the book." He tilts his head at Erebus offering him their staff. "Its a gorgeous staff," he looks hesitant to touch it, knowing it'll make him ill. "Seeing the keystone in person is different to just a drawing." Kepler pulls it ever so slightly closer, rubs a spot of dirt off of it with his thumb. There's no emotion behind his eyes, like a doctor inspecting a particularly interesting infected organ. "It is not mine to take though. You cannot give it to me."

ask-the-puppet-master

“Hm.” The Puppet Master murmurs, “I’m glad.”

At the dismissal of his staff, he considers dropping it, just to see what would happen, but instead, he places it to one side. The gem continues to hum faintly, but he just ignores it. The magic radiating off of the gem is low compared to the magnet that is himself.

“The keystone.. The keystone has always been my favourite keystone. I may be biased, but in my opinion it’s the most beautiful. Uneven. Imperfect.” The Puppet Master glances from the staff to the egg and then to Kepler. Shadow magic was beautiful and imperfect and uneven. “I figured. The staff is.. unusual.”

The Puppet Master gets to his feet with some effort, towering over Kepler like a tired pile of laundry. He would’ve yawned, but no mouth. He simply waved a hand, gesturing to an area with a makeshift bed and desk. A bookshelf made from stacked stones holds a few new journals, unguarded as The Puppet Master tidies his notes.

“If you want to stay, rest there. If not, feel free to leave. You know where to find the cave.”

"I'm sure it's getting late, so I ought to find the rest of the crew I'm traveling with. They have their own camp further south." Kepler stares at the exit. His vision warps slightly. get out get out g ...You mistake me, violet. "You leave them be, yeah?" He picks the journal up, adjusting his coat. "Consider that a deal. You leave them be and I'll keep you company." He glances at the makeshift bed across from him. He feels a warmth in his chest; a unfamiliar sense of security. He shakes it off.

#kepler writes.#the notebook.#kepler reblogging

ask-the-puppet-master

There's a faint golden glow from the entrance of the cave, followed by gentle footsteps, reverberating off the stone walls. if you turned, you'd recognize that face anywhere. Its Kepler; just a little more alert, and clad in a white, flowing cloak to protect him from the chill of the northern parts of The Isles. He holds a familiar black leather-bound journal, now filled with scraps of paper and bookmarks. He carries the scent of blood and black dahlias. He doesn't see you. - @ocelluicepler

The Puppet Master stumbles, scattering a glass and too many notes. The glass smashes on the stone floor, making him curse as he stumbles again. He seems.. exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Not at all his usual self. None of his usual confidence. No plans behind those dimming eyes, just confusion.

Why was Kepler here? He’d received the letter stating he’d wanted nothing to do with him.. And besides, his cave was hidden! Albeit with shadow illusions, but that was besides the point. The Puppet Master regained his composure, standing up straight before a fire and a nest of something that appeared to be scraps of fabric, wool and straw.

“Kepler-?” He calls, voice soft, “What- How-?”

Kepler's voice hitches in his throat at the words. "Hello Erebus," He finally says after a moment of quiet. His tone is level and you can see nothing of his expression other than his eyes. "I guess that explains the nausea." Kepler takes a step forward, holding out his wand for light, turning away from the other and quickly taking what you can only assume is some kind of basic medication. "I didn't expect to find you here, though I guess the fuzzy illusion gave it away." He leans over, looking at the broken glass. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," He remarks, with an almost childish sarcasm.

ask-the-puppet-master

The Puppet Master rolls his eyes, observing Kepler hesitantly. He was far too weak to use magic against the child currently, though he had no clue if Kepler could use any against him. If he faltered, he would prove himself weak. He wasn’t weak. He just needed this dragon to hatch.

“Fuzzy illusion?! I’ll have you know-“ He winced, pausing before sighing. He stumbled again, leaning on the table for support. “And says you. All of you academy students are exhausted with these isles.”

Kepler's gaze softens with an almost poetic sympathy. "You say that like it's not your fault we're doing this in the first place." He never raises his voice because The Puppet Master has no choice but to listen. He sighs, settling down next to Erebus. "I appreciate the book you've given me, if that's worth anything at this point," He flips through its pages, marked with sticky notes and bookmarks not found in the original. "But, I must ask, why'd you bother sending me it at all?" He looks over, reaching for something in his bag.

ask-the-puppet-master

The Puppet Master stumbles again, this time using the cave wall. His vision sways as he sits on the stone ground, the only warmth coming from the fire keeping his egg warm. If he had a body, he would be frail. Pathetic. At least with just his robes, he can pretend. Make believe was always his specialty. Illusions and lies woven like intricate threads.

“Thought you should know about shadow magic. About me.” He murmurs, moving his glowing gaze up to meet Keplers. Their purple eyes. Reminded him of the gems he kept. “I know, I’m so kind. But anyway. Someone ought to know about the keystone.”

With a small spell, suddenly his staff is in his hands, the gnarled wood matching the shade of his cross-hatch hands. It was long and wild, branching up to curl around a deep purple gem. In the near silence, the gem hummed faintly, and The Puppet Master matched the note. A low, almost calming note.

He thinks for a moment. He considers the staff. And then he holds his staff out to Kepler, trusting him with the thing keeping his form pure shadow magic. He’d never parted with it, it was far too dangerous, but he owed it to this child. He owed Kepler this.

Kepler nods. "I guess it'll intrigue you to know I took the time to learn something out of the book." He tilts his head at Erebus offering him their staff. "Its a gorgeous staff," he looks hesitant to touch it, knowing it'll make him ill. "Seeing the keystone in person is different to just a drawing." Kepler pulls it ever so slightly closer, rubs a spot of dirt off of it with his thumb. There's no emotion behind his eyes, like a doctor inspecting a particularly interesting infected organ. "It is not mine to take though. You cannot give it to me."

#kepler writes.#the notebook.#kepler reblogging

ask-the-puppet-master

There's a faint golden glow from the entrance of the cave, followed by gentle footsteps, reverberating off the stone walls. if you turned, you'd recognize that face anywhere. Its Kepler; just a little more alert, and clad in a white, flowing cloak to protect him from the chill of the northern parts of The Isles. He holds a familiar black leather-bound journal, now filled with scraps of paper and bookmarks. He carries the scent of blood and black dahlias. He doesn't see you. - @ocelluicepler

The Puppet Master stumbles, scattering a glass and too many notes. The glass smashes on the stone floor, making him curse as he stumbles again. He seems.. exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Not at all his usual self. None of his usual confidence. No plans behind those dimming eyes, just confusion.

Why was Kepler here? He’d received the letter stating he’d wanted nothing to do with him.. And besides, his cave was hidden! Albeit with shadow illusions, but that was besides the point. The Puppet Master regained his composure, standing up straight before a fire and a nest of something that appeared to be scraps of fabric, wool and straw.

“Kepler-?” He calls, voice soft, “What- How-?”

Kepler's voice hitches in his throat at the words. "Hello Erebus," He finally says after a moment of quiet. His tone is level and you can see nothing of his expression other than his eyes. "I guess that explains the nausea." Kepler takes a step forward, holding out his wand for light, turning away from the other and quickly taking what you can only assume is some kind of basic medication. "I didn't expect to find you here, though I guess the fuzzy illusion gave it away." He leans over, looking at the broken glass. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," He remarks, with an almost childish sarcasm.

ask-the-puppet-master

The Puppet Master rolls his eyes, observing Kepler hesitantly. He was far too weak to use magic against the child currently, though he had no clue if Kepler could use any against him. If he faltered, he would prove himself weak. He wasn’t weak. He just needed this dragon to hatch.

“Fuzzy illusion?! I’ll have you know-“ He winced, pausing before sighing. He stumbled again, leaning on the table for support. “And says you. All of you academy students are exhausted with these isles.”

Kepler's gaze softens with an almost poetic sympathy. "You say that like it's not your fault we're doing this in the first place." He never raises his voice because The Puppet Master has no choice but to listen. He sighs, settling down next to Erebus. "I appreciate the book you've given me, if that's worth anything at this point," He flips through its pages, marked with sticky notes and bookmarks not found in the original. "But, I must ask, why'd you bother sending me it at all?" He looks over, reaching for something in his bag.

#kepler writes.#the notebook.#kepler reblogging

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POV: The puppet master escapes and now a bunch of teenagers are on a quest to find him

Love how all it took was prodigy to update their game and bring back TPM for all the prodigy rp blogs to revive themselves.

This was a silly idea I came up with and everyone involved at the time liked it so I decided to draw one of those road trip draw the squads but with our characters.

@icemastervalorie @swiftfootedrouge @ocelluicepler @sam-starcatcher

#this is fire #out of character.

ask-the-puppet-master

There's a faint golden glow from the entrance of the cave, followed by gentle footsteps, reverberating off the stone walls. if you turned, you'd recognize that face anywhere. Its Kepler; just a little more alert, and clad in a white, flowing cloak to protect him from the chill of the northern parts of The Isles. He holds a familiar black leather-bound journal, now filled with scraps of paper and bookmarks. He carries the scent of blood and black dahlias. He doesn't see you. - @ocelluicepler

The Puppet Master stumbles, scattering a glass and too many notes. The glass smashes on the stone floor, making him curse as he stumbles again. He seems.. exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Not at all his usual self. None of his usual confidence. No plans behind those dimming eyes, just confusion.

Why was Kepler here? He’d received the letter stating he’d wanted nothing to do with him.. And besides, his cave was hidden! Albeit with shadow illusions, but that was besides the point. The Puppet Master regained his composure, standing up straight before a fire and a nest of something that appeared to be scraps of fabric, wool and straw.

“Kepler-?” He calls, voice soft, “What- How-?”

Kepler's voice hitches in his throat at the words. "Hello Erebus," He finally says after a moment of quiet. His tone is level and you can see nothing of his expression other than his eyes. "I guess that explains the nausea." Kepler takes a step forward, holding out his wand for light, turning away from the other and quickly taking what you can only assume is some kind of basic medication. "I didn't expect to find you here, though I guess the fuzzy illusion gave it away." He leans over, looking at the broken glass. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," He remarks, with an almost childish sarcasm.

#kepler reblogging #kepler writes.#the notebook.

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