#sorcus
[ Sorcus leaned down an ear to listen to the music box, before side-eyeing MrRealism. ]

"It's barely audible. And I, on the contrary, was very audible getting in here."

[ Standing up again to innocuously loom over the jester, Sorcus squinted, assessing the situation. ] ++
June 13, 2026 at 2:27 PM
[ Sorcus waited for a reaction, but seeing how subdued MrRealism seemed, his shoulder slumped. With slow steps, he paced across the room, squatting down next to the jester. ]

"Umm. I am /not/ here for you, is what I'm trying to say. Maybe your neighbor, I'll say hello in a moment. Ugood tho?"
June 13, 2026 at 2:00 PM
[ Sorcus' eyes scanned the room as he raised the scythe to rest on his shoulders, the large weapon definitely NOT doing him any favors as his blank stare locked onto MrRealism with a snap. ]

"Oh, someone's here. Sorry about your wall, I thought this was someone else's place."

++
June 13, 2026 at 2:00 PM
[ Sorcus tipped back on his chair, his heels dug into the ground. ]

I'd be down to spar. We could shed some of that rust, get the fight out of the fighter again.

[ With a punctuated breath, he leaned forwards again, his arms crossing over his lap. ]

Or.
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[ his wing flapped in alert as he felt the other’s presence near . turning around to look , seeming rather calm ! ]

oh , hello sorcus .
i don’t think i’m exactly rusty when it comes to a specific part of my combat — rather just the entirety .
i haven’t trained nor fought in a while , y’know ?
[ Suddenly there, mid-process of closing his admin console. Sitting on his signature wooden stool. ]

I heard rust over the chat logs. Care to indulge me, Clockwork? Where do you think you fall short?
February 23, 2026 at 1:15 PM
[ his wing flapped in alert as he felt the other’s presence near . turning around to look , seeming rather calm ! ]

oh , hello sorcus .
i don’t think i’m exactly rusty when it comes to a specific part of my combat — rather just the entirety .
i haven’t trained nor fought in a while , y’know ?
[ Suddenly there, mid-process of closing his admin console. Sitting on his signature wooden stool. ]

I heard rust over the chat logs. Care to indulge me, Clockwork? Where do you think you fall short?
ugh . i feel as if i've gotten rusty in terms of combat .
. . . maybe i should train myself just in case if something were to happen . i can't let myself falter like this .
February 23, 2026 at 11:54 AM
I would gave ordered the same thing. This gets my trademark Sorcus stamp of approval.
February 10, 2026 at 7:27 AM
You have a threatening air to you, but you strike me as a man who knows where to go in his world. A humble, noble quality to you.

Still, I know you have a reputation to uphold. But we're co-workers, not foes. Let people see your rounder self.

[ Sorcus chuckled flatly, poking Doombringer's side. ]
February 9, 2026 at 2:56 PM
You know you don't need an excuse to talk to any of us, right? Waste not, want not, and all that.

[ Sorcus finished scrubbing his mug thoroughly clean by the time the coffee was steaming and ready. He returned to the coffee machine, standing next to Doom and returning eye contact. ] ++
i don't really have a preference for either. i'm always well awake before i arrive, so i just grab a cup as an excuse to have a drink and chat.

after all, i don't get nearly as much time here as you all do with each other. time to catch up before our duties start is nice to have.
February 9, 2026 at 2:56 PM
i think it's just the right amount.

*watching him work the machine...seems like he wasn't the only one having trouble with the buttons. the thought was comforting in a weird way.

watching the machine go for a bit before following sorcus with his eyes.*

+
convenience and ease of access that makes you drink the stuff... I personally never could get behind it, it really does not wake me to the same strengths.

We /could/ set a kettle to boil.
February 9, 2026 at 8:43 AM
[ He let out a short exhale from his nose, the corner of his mouth tipping up before returning to its neutral look. ]

That's a lot of faith to put in me. Hmm... Let's go with something simple.

[ Sorcus put his finger to one of the buttons, though he ended up fatfingering the wrong button. ] ++
*staring for a moment. blinking sleep out of his eyes, then tapping a claw against one of his tusks in thought.*

i'm...not actually sure. i've never been able to get it to work, so i typically just join clockwork for his morning tea.

input whatever you think would be best. i trust your judgement.
Yeah, hold on, let me just...

[ Sorcus stepped to where Doom had stood, looking at the options. He glanced between them and the cup/mug Doombringer was using, before looking back at him with a blank stare. ]

Which.. option did you want again? I don't think I know your preference. Or ever asked.
February 8, 2026 at 10:51 AM
Yeah, hold on, let me just...

[ Sorcus stepped to where Doom had stood, looking at the options. He glanced between them and the cup/mug Doombringer was using, before looking back at him with a blank stare. ]

Which.. option did you want again? I don't think I know your preference. Or ever asked.
*a few more moments of fiddling with the machine before letting out a sigh and stepping aside. perking up just a bit when he saw sorcus.*

yes, please. you know my struggle with the buttons all too well by now.
[ Wandering up from behind... He's squinting and hunched like he'll fall flat on his face. ]

[ Not carrying his scythe this time, just a small coffee mug with the text '#45537 Hubby'. He fell in line behind Doom, waiting at first, but eventually peeking over. ]

Do you.. need any help there, Doom?
February 8, 2026 at 10:30 AM
*a few more moments of fiddling with the machine before letting out a sigh and stepping aside. perking up just a bit when he saw sorcus.*

yes, please. you know my struggle with the buttons all too well by now.
[ Wandering up from behind... He's squinting and hunched like he'll fall flat on his face. ]

[ Not carrying his scythe this time, just a small coffee mug with the text '#45537 Hubby'. He fell in line behind Doom, waiting at first, but eventually peeking over. ]

Do you.. need any help there, Doom?
*trying to operate the coffee machine with his large claws...grumbling. those tiny buttons always gave him trouble.*
February 8, 2026 at 10:23 AM
it’s perfect already ! attacking and chasing people with my chicken is already pretty funny.

( her expression relaxed once more, using the pen on her hand to write sorcus’ suggestions. then beginning to drift off again in thought. )
February 5, 2026 at 9:24 PM
( he listened on as sorcus rambled, nodding more and more .̲.̲.̲ only to stop nodding with an awkward grin. )

hahaha. yeah, sorcus. these ideas are pretty nice, but we don’t have time to rework everything just yet !
about the launcher.. hm, maybe i could +
Ooh, and many of the old gear still don't work right with R15, maybe we could—

[ It'd be best to stop him before he begins suggesting major reworks of everything on the catalog. He's still got ambition written all over him. ]
February 5, 2026 at 9:24 PM
[ Sorcus was quick to smack away the paper shredder with the blunt side of his scythe, grabbing any papers that were flung as a result. He had to suppress his laughter. ]

Okay, I don't want to get blamed for that, actually. What even are these for? They look important.

[ Squinting at the papers. ]
oh, haha. you got me there ! i thought you were about to mess with me. well, you kind of are .̲.̲.̲
but you know what ? that’s an amazing idea. thanks sorcus.

( pat on the shoulder. no why is he actually listening. That paperwork is IMPORTANT. )
Shedletsky, it would be so funny if you said the dog ate it.

[ Completely stone-faced, he does not care what is on those papers or if they're literally what makes or breaks the platform. ]
February 5, 2026 at 8:31 PM
oh, haha. you got me there ! i thought you were about to mess with me. well, you kind of are .̲.̲.̲
but you know what ? that’s an amazing idea. thanks sorcus.

( pat on the shoulder. no why is he actually listening. That paperwork is IMPORTANT. )
Shedletsky, it would be so funny if you said the dog ate it.

[ Completely stone-faced, he does not care what is on those papers or if they're literally what makes or breaks the platform. ]
ah, sorcus ! thank illumina you’re here, i was gonna die. uh. oh ?

( a pause. eyebrow raising at the paper. )

the. the dog ??
is this one of your—
February 5, 2026 at 8:29 PM
ah, sorcus ! thank illumina you’re here, i was gonna die. uh. oh ?

( a pause. eyebrow raising at the paper. )

the. the dog ??
is this one of your—
[ Carefully scooting over a paper shredder. It has a label on it, with elegant handwriting reading: "The Dog" ]

I have a quick and easy solution for you.
i may or may not have left a whole lot of paperwork for me to do until the last day. 😅
February 5, 2026 at 8:24 PM
Ummm this dude is Sorcus he's an admin and also a software engineer at Roblox. well he used to be but in this interp he still is ok? ok. so anyways he made a bunch of gears and also founded and owns the redcliff but he's a bum.

described as the grim reaper of okomodos? idk something like that
February 5, 2026 at 2:35 PM
2 1 sorcus died of asphyxia /j - 🎤
January 8, 2026 at 9:46 PM
the worst fight cherri and sorcus had was liek

who ate cherri's pie </3

it turned out to be an evil crow btw
#CoupleQuestion💗 What was their worst fight about?

#dailyocs
January 8, 2026 at 6:48 PM
January 6, 2026 at 11:07 AM
Here's some more renders I just finished!
There's some extra information in the alt text as always!

#roblox #robloxau #christmas #robloxadmins #ocs
December 25, 2025 at 9:55 PM