Joris
@liminalstasis.bsky.social
[RP] [Retired emissary turned multiverse wanderer. Canon-divergent timeskip AU. Details in pinned. #MVRP ]
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Joris
@liminalstasis.bsky.social
· Dec 12
Liminal Stasis
An MVRP take on Joris
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// Exploring themes of immortality and overcoming grief.
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It should not surprise me so much to realise the tasks I give myself to aid this town are similar in nature to my time as ambassador. 700 or so years is a long time to build a habit. These things are not so easy to move on from wanting to do.
December 18, 2025 at 12:03 AM
It should not surprise me so much to realise the tasks I give myself to aid this town are similar in nature to my time as ambassador. 700 or so years is a long time to build a habit. These things are not so easy to move on from wanting to do.
Now that I’ve had time to settle back in from it all… It may have been too soon for such a lengthy excursion. Though my health has endured, it’s my stamina that is somewhat still lacking after the events of earlier this year.
December 10, 2025 at 10:56 PM
Now that I’ve had time to settle back in from it all… It may have been too soon for such a lengthy excursion. Though my health has endured, it’s my stamina that is somewhat still lacking after the events of earlier this year.
And now the reports of higher-class Shushu wreaking havoc elsewhere… An agitating coincidence, this timing. Just this once, let it be someone else’s problem.
November 5, 2025 at 9:07 PM
And now the reports of higher-class Shushu wreaking havoc elsewhere… An agitating coincidence, this timing. Just this once, let it be someone else’s problem.
Ah… Cameron is no more. Left behind is only an empty thing. Can’t even take pictures anymore…
I was responsible for him, so I feel a sense of regret. But perhaps it was like adopting an ancient bow-meow, and providing them a comfortable place to expire. I knew him when even I was young.
I was responsible for him, so I feel a sense of regret. But perhaps it was like adopting an ancient bow-meow, and providing them a comfortable place to expire. I knew him when even I was young.
October 31, 2025 at 8:46 PM
Ah… Cameron is no more. Left behind is only an empty thing. Can’t even take pictures anymore…
I was responsible for him, so I feel a sense of regret. But perhaps it was like adopting an ancient bow-meow, and providing them a comfortable place to expire. I knew him when even I was young.
I was responsible for him, so I feel a sense of regret. But perhaps it was like adopting an ancient bow-meow, and providing them a comfortable place to expire. I knew him when even I was young.
But with each passing year, I find I’ve gotten more sentimental in my great age. Too often the end of the year brings up a lot of those old memories.
October 19, 2025 at 9:19 PM
But with each passing year, I find I’ve gotten more sentimental in my great age. Too often the end of the year brings up a lot of those old memories.
The cold season has arrived. I’ve found myself spending most of my free time helping with the community pantry. It brings to mind the days tending to that bunch of at-the-time nameless orphans and the shelter later constructed for them.
October 19, 2025 at 8:59 PM
The cold season has arrived. I’ve found myself spending most of my free time helping with the community pantry. It brings to mind the days tending to that bunch of at-the-time nameless orphans and the shelter later constructed for them.
The mayor of this town has enlisted my help to cook for a community event of sorts. I can only guess what led to this…
September 18, 2025 at 12:19 AM
The mayor of this town has enlisted my help to cook for a community event of sorts. I can only guess what led to this…
…800 or so years, and only now am I beginning to understand how sleep deprived I may have been for a majority of that long life. But when you live with something for long enough, it becomes your normal condition.
September 8, 2025 at 10:00 PM
…800 or so years, and only now am I beginning to understand how sleep deprived I may have been for a majority of that long life. But when you live with something for long enough, it becomes your normal condition.
A tiny kid asked for my help today to carry his groceries home. His only parent is at the end of life, too weak to move from bed, and so he was out alone, responsible and determined and much too young to have to be.
In him I saw myself.
In him I saw myself.
September 3, 2025 at 5:35 AM
A tiny kid asked for my help today to carry his groceries home. His only parent is at the end of life, too weak to move from bed, and so he was out alone, responsible and determined and much too young to have to be.
In him I saw myself.
In him I saw myself.
This fridge in which nothing spoils has been such a boon in my life. It can be difficult to make portions just for myself. Habit sees me preparing enough for three all too often…
August 21, 2025 at 9:00 PM
This fridge in which nothing spoils has been such a boon in my life. It can be difficult to make portions just for myself. Habit sees me preparing enough for three all too often…
It has been some time since I’ve seen a rooftop sunrise. Such a simple pleasure.
August 21, 2025 at 11:29 AM
It has been some time since I’ve seen a rooftop sunrise. Such a simple pleasure.
So ends a month of hardships and recovery. I feel as though a greater sense of normality has been restored to me.
July 31, 2025 at 8:58 PM
So ends a month of hardships and recovery. I feel as though a greater sense of normality has been restored to me.
It’s a relief to be back to normal meals again. As much as I can appreciate the reasoning, I wasn’t built for eating only fruit and light things…
July 21, 2025 at 10:34 PM
It’s a relief to be back to normal meals again. As much as I can appreciate the reasoning, I wasn’t built for eating only fruit and light things…
More and more I find this house to be unbearable. No amount of personalisation or any such courtesy can make it into a home. Perhaps it’s too big, too empty, too haunted. I find myself wishing to sleep anywhere else lately.
June 11, 2025 at 10:22 AM
More and more I find this house to be unbearable. No amount of personalisation or any such courtesy can make it into a home. Perhaps it’s too big, too empty, too haunted. I find myself wishing to sleep anywhere else lately.
…I could do without the multiverse pulling pranks on me on this day. Or any other day, for that matter.
May 24, 2025 at 9:00 PM
…I could do without the multiverse pulling pranks on me on this day. Or any other day, for that matter.
A constant truth of this world is there will always be battles, and there will always be wreckage left behind and pieces to pick up afterwards. There will be soldiers wounded and reaching for comfort but too far gone to receive it, and regular civilians in disarray.
May 19, 2025 at 2:46 AM
A constant truth of this world is there will always be battles, and there will always be wreckage left behind and pieces to pick up afterwards. There will be soldiers wounded and reaching for comfort but too far gone to receive it, and regular civilians in disarray.
The kids were sad to see me go, but less so with a home-cooked meal in their bellies and promises of treats next time I visit, hopefully.
May 10, 2025 at 10:45 AM
The kids were sad to see me go, but less so with a home-cooked meal in their bellies and promises of treats next time I visit, hopefully.
I’ve spent the majority of this week helping out with an orphanage overseen by the same group who helped establish mine in Bonta back in the day. I didn’t intend to stay for long, but when these tiny Ecaflip kittens are pawing at my sleeves begging me to, how can I refuse?
May 9, 2025 at 11:21 PM
I’ve spent the majority of this week helping out with an orphanage overseen by the same group who helped establish mine in Bonta back in the day. I didn’t intend to stay for long, but when these tiny Ecaflip kittens are pawing at my sleeves begging me to, how can I refuse?
With age comes an inescapable grief. For people, for places, for experiences. To tell you it ever stops would be to make myself a liar. The pain doesn’t go away, no. It simply changes, day to day. But slowly, eventually, you learn to live with it.
May 4, 2025 at 7:23 AM
With age comes an inescapable grief. For people, for places, for experiences. To tell you it ever stops would be to make myself a liar. The pain doesn’t go away, no. It simply changes, day to day. But slowly, eventually, you learn to live with it.
There is nothing quite as satisfying as the feel of a freshly sharpened chef’s knife.
April 29, 2025 at 8:24 AM
There is nothing quite as satisfying as the feel of a freshly sharpened chef’s knife.
Busy, busy… Running around for the king at this pace, you would think I never retired.
April 8, 2025 at 8:18 AM
Busy, busy… Running around for the king at this pace, you would think I never retired.
To think I expected to have time to tell stories… Bonta calls.
April 2, 2025 at 8:16 PM
To think I expected to have time to tell stories… Bonta calls.
I spent so much time away from this place, now I wonder what’s worth saying here. I could tell stories, perhaps. There was the recent encounter with a brigand mage, or the similar incident with a giant made of stone and magic encased in a spelled gem…
March 29, 2025 at 9:00 AM
I spent so much time away from this place, now I wonder what’s worth saying here. I could tell stories, perhaps. There was the recent encounter with a brigand mage, or the similar incident with a giant made of stone and magic encased in a spelled gem…
I didn’t know how much I had come to rely on this device until after it was broken. But one durable replacement and some backups later, and we are back to business.
March 25, 2025 at 7:44 PM
I didn’t know how much I had come to rely on this device until after it was broken. But one durable replacement and some backups later, and we are back to business.