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[hexcrafter]

This is Viktor. Leave a message and I will get back to you.
[network username: hextechnician]

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UN: Wilder | Text

[wilder]

[Several hours after Zelos disappeared on Viktor's introduction post, Viktor will receive message from Zelos- this time opting for the DMs]

Alright, I'm back.

Man, who knew that agreeing to pose as someone's dead family member would come with such complications!

So any luck getting those guys to let you build an elevator?

[hexcrafter]

I have the matter under control. I'm already working on blueprints and have some help lined up for assembly.

So, your life's still as turbulent as ever, I see.

[wilder]

Haha, nice! If you need help getting supplies or hauling stuff, lemme know.

Hey, it's not AS turbulent! It's calmed down a lot- no one's tried to kill me in AGES.

[That should not be the bar Zelos]

You know how the people of this world are reincarnations of past worlds? Anyway, couple years ago, I had a girl show up at my door insisting that I was her half-brother. Turns out her brother was one of those reincarnations, but he had died and left her without any family left.

So, since I'm a deeply compassionate soul, I've been going along with it. Easier for legal reasons to pretend I'm the reincarnation rather than trying to explain to the DMV that I'm his other-dimensional double, you know?

[hexcrafter]

[Give him a minute. In which the ellipses typing bubble appeared and disappeared several times.]




What the fuck, Zelos.

action; this is a kidnapping

[paraselenic]

[Lycaon knows his engineers all too well. He knows they'll get a notification about a party in the dangerous thing known as 'the outside' and will ignore it to continue tinkering in their workshop/lab. So after everything has been set up for the end of summer celebration, Lycaon quietly slips away for just a moment.

Intimidating wolf knows your location, and he is coming very, very quickly.

He's here.]

Viktor, my apologies for showing up unannounced. I have come to personally escort you to the summer celebration that the Kaisou citizens have put together.

[He smiles cheekily, hoisting him into his arms bridal style and a glint in his eye.]

Not to worry. I will carry you.

[hexcrafter]

Wh-

[This is what he gets for leaving his door unlocked. Viktor looked up from a desk full of paperwork and some kind of incomprehensible blueprints--swiftly dropping his pencil upon being abruptly hoisted like he weighed no more than a couple of grapes. Spluttering incoherently at both the surprise and the sheer audacity, Viktor (perhaps understandably) fumbled for a response.]

Wh--what, wait, wait, Lycaon, at least grab my cane-

[paraselenic]

[Look at his smile, Viktor. Look at the way that red eye is sparkling. He's here to take YOU to the party! You can even see that tail swishing back and forth as he elegantly shifts your weight to one arm, walking over to gently pick up his cane with the other.]

I would never forget it, despite my seemingly rushed behavior. I wouldn't want you to miss out on the festivities.

You can surely put your pencil down for a night, can you not?

[You have no choice either way.]

[hexcrafter]

...I really do not have an option in the matter, do I?

[:C]

Action; After Gilgamesh's party

[paraselenic]

[After the emotional rollercoaster of the highest peaks the lowest valleys of Gilgamesh's party, Lycaon had all but collapsed after coming home. It took a day to really recover, having his fur tended to and remembering what having an appetite felt like, but he was mentally recovering.

And Zelos had thankfully passed along the message that Viktor had welcomed him to his house to decompress.

After sending a text beforehand to confirm the time, Lycaon stepped up to the door with a fabric reusable shopping bag slung on his elbow, carrying the cake slice he'd promised to bring (his stomach turning in knots at what its flavour could be) and ingredients for Flames of War. Cranberry juice would be good antioxidants for Viktor, and blood orange juice would give Vitamin C. Cinnamon had its benefits too, even if it was in candy form.

With a polite knock, he straightens his shoulders and steps back to allow the door to open.]

Viktor?

[hexcrafter]

[Viktor had also needed a little time--both to come down from military-grade cough medicine and get some sleep, after both of which he reviewed his text messages to confirm that yes, all of that had actually transpired.]

[Janna's fucking mercy. He still wasn't sure if he believed it, but photographic evidence was a strong argument.]

[Either way, he was hesitant to let anyone come over in this state, but Lycaon seemed like he could use somewhere to hide out for a bit. Besides--there was much less fear of being judged for his inherent weakness in this case. Coughing up blood in front of someone tended to set the baseline fairly low, Viktor estimated.]

It's open. [The door handle seemed to tremble before unlocking and turning of its own volition, door creaking open; thank whatever higher power allowed him metal manipulation, even if it was more difficult to use right now.]

[Viktor himself was in loose-fitting clothes, half-lying half-sitting on the couch in a pile of cushions and blankets-- Rio partially lying on him like a medium-sized cat and not a bear-sized amphibian. Which was likely in part because Viktor looked much more pale and gaunt than usual, voice a little hoarse and quiet.]

My apologies--I would give you a better welcome, but Rio will be very annoyed if I move. Please, make yourself comfortable.

[paraselenic]

[It had definitely happened. A fever dream of a night that Lycaon would convinced he had personally taken some of Viktor's prescription had he not had witnesses and people to snap him out of a mental shutdown.

He lets himself in once he hears the door's lock click, his hand twisting the knob and sliding in with no more than just enough room to accommodate.

The image of Viktor curled up in what is essentially a blanket nest had only confirmed the worry he'd had when the man visited Random Play. Viktor had looked gaunt and ill before, but now he looked like a light breeze could knock him over. Lycaon holds back his urge to hurry over to his side, but it's clear there's worry in the way his tail stays close to his legs.

Thankfully, Rio was doing her job perfectly, making sure he was staying put and getting the rest he needs. Lycaon would simply make use of the man's kitchen to prepare something for him.]

I do not blame the lady. You have certainly seen better days, Viktor. You should've let me know--I would've made routine visits to help you with anything.

[He walks over to him, his smile warming as he reached out to pet Rio's smooth skinned head. If Viktor looked at Lycaon himself, the bags under his eyes were quite apparent, and the fatigue of such an event had certainly taken its toll on him. Not to mention the active stress of waiting for Gil's follow up on the event.]

You have done a great job, miss. Thank you for matching his stubbornness.

Christmas Delivery 12/25;

[paraselenic]

[Lycaon wasn't about to forget his other engineer. Leaving his gift was easier than most, as he knew the address thanks to his D&D sessions. Viktor is left with a bucket that can be used to hold a variety of items. Keys, tools, you name it. Multi-purpose and simple is best.

Inside is a bag of homemade protein bars, much like he gifted Percy. Inside is a card stating all the ingredients with a little wolf drawn on the card for effect. Alongside the bag is a separate, smaller bag of an assortment of teas. Mint, Ginger..ones that boost your immune system. Everything you could think of is in the bag.

Next to it is a candle in the scent of star anise, chrysanthemum, and orange. Is Viktor much of a candle guy? Who knows!

Finally, there is a bottle about the size of half your index finger, linked by a chain. Inside the bottle is a tuft of white fur.

Underneath the bottle is a note:]

Viktor.

I hope you are taking care of yourself during these cold months. It's important to keep drinking warm fluids with how dry the air is, so I provided you some teas to keep on hand should you need to stay inside. They all warm you from the inside out, both in body and soul.

Additionally, I provided you with some protein bars for when you work on a project. Please reach for these to eat instead of whatever Master Percy gives you. I've already threatened him to stay his hand on consuming CalorieMate, and you will follow suit.

The candle...I'm not sure if this will benefit a scientist's mind, but consider it a little known fact about wolfmen. We are able to track people by their scent, but unlike dogs, we can track the scent of a...soul, more or less. It is your fingerprint as a scent, more or less. This candle, scented with star anise and crysanthemum petals, and a hint of orange is yours. It gives me the feeling of a warm amber glow, like the earth element. I must say it fits you quite well.

As for the bottle, that is fur from my wrist. I can't promise it provides any protection, let alone good luck, but I hope you keep it close knowing that you are being watched out for.

I cannot thank you enough for all the help you have given me over the past few months. I was in a dark place when Zodiac first gave me my legs, and Master Percy helped me by giving me legs that only he could tinker with. It saved me from a life of endless debt. And now you have offered your services to me for meeting by chance. I could not ask for better people to maintain something so important to me.

Because of this, and I have already told Master Percy of this--I will allow both of you (together) to add one upgrade to my legs with minimal complaint from me. It cannot be projectiles. That is my only criteria.

[The next part of this is a bit less professional looking]

I know you are working hard to try and help Harumasa's health, I am too. But please know that I am also in this fight for you, too.

May the moon watch over you, friend. Merry Christmas.

-Lycaon 🌕

P.S. Your moon phase for 2026 is The Cold Moon, Waning Gibbous. This symbolizes a period of turning yourself inward to reflect. To think about your goals and be grateful for who and what you are. ...If you believe those things.

text; un: archangel

[thearchangel]

I don't usually send random messages like these, but I was directed your way. New arrival to the city.

Are you the Viktor who worked on a Lycaon's legs? He told me you could help with an... issue.

[Wait that sounds way too abrupt - hang on.]

Hello, by the way.

[Oh he's so great at this.]

[hexcrafter]

[honestly he likes the efficiency]

I am, yes. Viktor Reveck, technically--but that is more due to this world's insistence upon surnames, it's actually just Viktor. Welcome to Kaisou, is there something I can help you with?

Also a name might be useful to attach to an 'issue', if you would not mind.

[thearchangel]

Nice meeting you. Glad I didn't run into the wrong guy, so to speak. Garrus Vakarian - surnames are popular where I'm from, too.

But ah. Trouble is... I'm not from any version of Earth. I'm from another planet, another star system entirely. My people evolved entirely different DNA than anything on most other plants. Essentially, if I can't figure out a way to replicate the MREs I have on hand, I'm not going to be a long-term resident of the city.

voice; un: snowy

[kaio]

[This comes roundabout the beginning of March, and hilariously, you'd think Phainon had never met Viktor and fought alongside him with the way that he speaks.]

Hey, this is Viktor, right? It's Phainon. I just wanted to check in on you since... well. I know you were in recovery longer compared to a bunch of people. Just wanted to make sure you are okay- oh, and your Pokemon too! How are they doing?

text; un: hextechnician

[hexcrafter]

it's good to hear from you, phainon. i was a little worried, considering your own injuries. are you recovering well?

my pokemon are all fine and unharmed, but i am still in the hospital for unrelated reasons. i will be fine given a little more time.

[kaio]

I've recovered, actually! It's... uh... How do I say this??

[A beat, and he's sounding sheepish.] I'm not really a stranger to being impaled in one way or another, thanks to past memories. Amphoreus was a place constantly on the verge of the end of an apocalypse, so fighting was really common for us.

But it's good that you're doing better! I do really hope you can recover enough so you can leave soon. And I'm glad your Pokemon are doing okay. I have one of my own- Astrion- but he seems really kind. I think its actual name is Jirachi?

[Oh, here comes the blabbing, oops.]

3/14, action.

[mauks]

[ it's early evening when there is a knock on Viktor's door, three sharp raps quickly followed by another two and one incredibly pleased tiefling. he had promised Viktor dinner and dinner he has delivered! home made (less home made but made at Lycaon's with the supervision) dinner even! and here he is, the very next day, honouring the promise made.

he's excited and nervous all in one, cooking isn't exactly something Molly has ever bothered with after all. he spend most of his life stealing what he needed to get by, or being treated by people who desired him for little more than a momentary distraction. even after moving to the city he hadn't bothered much, again stealing what he needed and getting by through the self-serving generosity of others, until Lycaon made a point to ensure he improve his eating habits. it wasn't until he made the promise to Viktor that he even considered cooking something himself and he damn well did it. it's new! exciting! and kind of fun.

opening the door he'll find Molly standing there balancing two tupperware continues with one hand, scrolling his phone with the other, and the spade of his tale holding a small bag containing dessert. he grins as it opens pocketing his phone into that obnoxiously bright coat of his. ]

Evening.

[hexcrafter]

[Viktor opened the door, looking...well, not great. Pale, tired, leaning on his crutch for dear life--but still greeting Molly with a small smile. This was...not a new experience strictly speaking, but one he hadn't really expected. Viktor was far more accustomed to looking after himself, left to his own devices in every sense of the word.]

Molly, it's good to see you. [He stepped back from the door, Talia on his heels with her enormous hammer leaning against a nearby wall.] Please--make yourself comfortable. Do you need help carrying anything?

[mauks]

[ something tells Molly that pale is usually the man's default setting but there is something about this level of pale that unsettles him. probably for the best not to comment on it. ]

No, no, don't worrying yourself. [ he walks through the doorway with ease, balancing the containers with one hand while the bag on his tail barely jostles. ] Go sit down, get yourself comfortable and I'll bring everything over to you.

text; un: archangel

[thearchangel]

You ah. Don't happen to need any help with any projects right now... do you?

[There's no suave way to ask this - no, there probably is, but he's also not trying very hard. It's been a Rough Few Days.]

[hexcrafter]

I could use an extra pair of hands on something, certainly. Is everything alright?

[thearchangel]

Great. I can be there whenever.

It’s fine. Just need to do something with myself that isn’t shooting darts in abandoned buildings. People are starting to notice, and can’t have that.

[Everything is not really fine but that’s his problem.]

04/05 Delivery ; Mockingbird

[paraselenic]

"The Spring Season is a time for stripping away the expensive commercialism of Winter to bloom new life and appreciation in the new year. Yet some wish to find profit even in a time of reflection. In stealing the sins of the season, Mockingbird sends its warm regards." [Inside the egg you will find 15 packages of Mont Blanc KitKats How Lucky!]

[Should you try to report these in any way, all signs will point to the local Blockbuster.]