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Alright, bio and origin pages made, slowly working my way through the verses now. After that I finish setting up the further navigation page and then the relationships page. Then I will actually be done with Rurik. ALSO I have a thread tracker now, so if you follow me and we've RPed, check it yo.
"What do you do when you are in a bad mood?" he said plopping down on the couch next to him
“Well, usually I go out to the sea, to my ship,” he said furrowing his brow. “Talking to Emma helps sometimes too. What’s bothering you, lad?”
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“Chekov. you looked better the last time I saw you,” McCoy remarks drily before examining the molar. “Yeah, well, it’s not my problem, I’m not a dentist. Did you want that back in your jaw or what? Because if so the dermal regen might have to wait until after you head down to dental.”
"You say that every time I come in here..." he mumbles, which movement of his jaw seems to keep the young cadet winces. "Well... I dunno if it would go back..." he looks at it. As he spoke blood began to run from the side of his mouth, or maybe he'd just reopened the huge split in his lip, hard to tell. "I was more concerned about the constant popping I'm hearing every time I move my jaw... and the fact that everything looks funny out of this eye..." he says point to the right eye that had taken a punch or two.
Aside from being an expert marksman, thanks to training with Hikaru Sulu, he is well on his way to becoming an accomplished fencer.
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Okie dokie. Got a good portion of the things for Rurik here done, still got a lot to go. I apologize for him not being 100% done, but the muse literally came to life in my head and started demanding attention. So I wanted to kinda get this show on the road. So please pardon my mess.
So here is "darling" little Rurik. He's a little shit, I apologize. Don't be shy, he doesn't bite, it requires a fuckload of effort.
Father's Day
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As soon as his son walked through the door an overwhelming sense of pride hit him before the boy had even begun. First off, he made it on time. Second, he existed. “Rurik you-” When he saw the box his expression took on a look of awe. Then once he opened it that awe became excitement. “Да! Это замечательно!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands out and grinning with pride. “Look at you! My Rushka you’ve done so well!” Awkward or not, he wrapped his arms around him and patted his back. “I am so proud of you. I’m proud of you without the medal but.” He pulled away to look him older, resting his hands firmly on his shoulders, “My God, you’ll show everyone.” He wasn’t referring to the medal. He was referring to the greatness in the boy himself. He was not a failure. He would not be a failure. Even if he was in the eyes of superiors, he would always be his son. Not a day would pass in which Pasha was not proud of his son.
He couldn't help but allow that small smile of pride at his father's reaction. Allowing himself to lean into the brief hug and not shrink under the weight of his father's hands on his shoulders. The whiskey brown eyes, which in his family were so horribly out of place, lift to meet the dark, stormy blues of his father. "The board says differently, but I hope I will." he murmurs. Rurik knew he was lazy, he knew he was unmotivated. Though it wasn't cause he didn't care, it's cause he wasn't being challenged and he was bored.
|| Lost Family || Killian and Sydney
Killian had been spending most of his time on his ship with Emma. Ever since they had gotten engaged he was starting to get used to the idea of actually having a family. It seemed that David and Henry had come around fairly easily to him joining the family, though Snow was still on the fence about it. Still, he was happy. He didn't have anyone for so long it was nice to have people there for him. Though as they talked more about the wedding, he couldn't help but feel a little down at the fact that he had no one he could invite.
After kissing Emma goodbye that morning and seeing her off at work, he felt like he was being watched. The crocodile seemed to be leaving them alone and he didn't see why he would need to spy, but he couldn't let go of that feeling. When he made it back to the ship, he turned around abruptly to see a woman nearby. She looked familiar in some way, but he didn't remember ever meeting her before. "Can I help you?"
