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dez-wade · 2 years ago

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Hi! So I've been following this blog for a while and though I usually agree with your takes, I need to explain something about Pepito's admin because as someone who usually watches Roier's POV I feel like there's a bit of a communication issue here haha

So the problem that people had with Pepito's admin is not that there was a change, everyone, including the cc, were aware there was a /need/ for another character as Richas is, well, very alive rn. The problem on Sunday is that the admin who played Pepito had literally no character continuation whatsoever. The day previous to that Roier had just expanded Pepito's room and given him a diamond chest, he let him sleeping in his bed and the stream ended quite in a positive note, so to just wake up the next day to see the kid being all aggressive, dry and resentful (when Roier and his audience have never seen him like that, as the first day we got to meet what we think was Dapper's admin, not the English speaking one), was just weird. IMO no it doesn't make sense for a kid to do a 180º overnight no matter the context. Roier did try to follow a bit of Pepito's rp, explaining lore to him (he was actually interrupted and Pepito called him a motherfucker out of the blue, which left us all kind of like "???" LMAO), but gave up at the end and kind of logged out earlier than expected.

This is not to say that Pepito couldn't be angsty or create a more tragic storyline for his character, of course not! Roier has been an awful father towards him and he deserves vindication. But to go from a sweet, innocent, kind and positive child to a kid who insults his own father, tries to stay away and is in general super emo in just one day, with no explanation, foreshadowing or "detonator" whatsoever was just jarring both for Roier and his audience, that's why people were not prepared nor amused by it. Roier had NO IDEA Pepito was sleeping at spawn (as he saw him log off inside his castle), he was just as shocked as the CCs who found him sleeping there, he doesn't want Pepito to die, if he did he would already be dead lmao.

Also, meta wise, ccRoier is someone who doesn't usually do heavy angsty rp, hes not like Philza, Fit, BBH... He doesn't like that and tries to avoid it as much as possible because he simply doesn't feel comfy with it, that's why he just gave up on interacting with Pepito (or as he called him, Otipep) on Sunday. I mean even Richas' admin was confused and shocked yesterday as Roier was telling him all this haha. Also you might disagree with this, but I don't think the CCs have to adapt to the eggs, but the other way around. The eggs, at the end of the day, are "NPCs" whose presence is not only adding to the lore but as CC'S companions, and if your assigned CC is not comfortable with you/your roleplay, then the issue is on the administration. It is not that Roier and his community hate the administrator, of course not, and I'm disappointed in every single person who has spewed hate towards them, but the great majority just dislike the sudden personality change because the relationship was already going somewhere. Even if they change admins, which very obviously is gonna happen, I feel like they should keep some kind of character continuation just like the other admins have done when playing different NPCs (Chayanne playing Bobby at various times, Tallulah's and Richas' filling in, even Dapper playing other eggs...) because otherwise it's just going to be a shock.

IMO they should choose an admin who mixes well with the CC, rp and meta wise, and overall, an admin who speaks native Spanish because putting an English speaking person (like him putting the sign at spawn in English which just doesn't make sense narrative wise/taking too long to answer Roier and using a very neutral Spanish) to play what is supposed to be a Hispanic kid with only Spanish speaking parents is just 😭😭😭

Not hate at all intended! I just wanted to give my perspective on this discourse haha

I know people assume it was Dapper's admin day one, but it's just an assumption, no? Dapper didn't lag like that, neither did he play on a laptop. He also was pretty emo day one, which is why Etoiles took a liking to him. Saying that Pepito didn't have pronouns because Pepito didn't want to be mentioned (I think that was dropped as soon as Ricardão took over) and that Pepito preferred to walk over 500k blocos than socialize. So it was obvious that Pepito's character was going in a different direction, but if the story about the laptop is true then it is quite likely the admin had technical issues and couldn't log in the following days, which is why Ricardão took over. And Ricardão started playing a different character from the preview admin, which wasn't as bothersome because the previous admin only played for one day while Ricardão played for 4? 5?

The day the other admin took over was QNPC022 which is quite likely Pepito's official admin since I think Em and Sunny are 21 and 23. So Pepito always had a fixed admin, they just had trouble getting on the server. So what I'm complaining about is that people are complaining about the original admin doing the RP they wanted to. It was just shitty luck, but I feel like if someone should be communicating and following what they wanted to do, it should be Ricardão. But since Ricardão did their own thing, which was the RP of a kicked puppy that always comes back to the owner despite that, people got angry that the "new" admin wasn't following that path, and instead wanted to do RP of a child that is not happy in how they're being treated when he was promise love. I understand people wanted to see the path Ricardão lay, but I feel like there's a lack of understanding that the character belongs to someone else and the "new" admin is the one that would be playing him way more and developing even further Pepito than Ricardão. So it must suck to having been robbed of what you wanted to do, and that fandom is constantly being so negative about it saying the admin should change or just straight up "follow a script".

Also the admin wasn't only an English speaker, they were a Spanish speaker too, but since I'm not fluent I can't tell how natural it was. But he seemed to understand Roier just fine, and i didn't think he took long for the signs. Just because he puts an English sign on spawn doesn't necessarily mean that's his first or only language.

Now you say about cc!Roier not liking dark RP, fine. Then it's just worrying that he decided to make light of a serious topic like child abuse. "But it's not that serious, it's a joke" that's the exact problem. I feel like there's a million ways that he could have handled this better if he didn't want to address such a dark topic, but even though most Tripoiers wouldn't give a fuck because I don't think there's nothing that he can do that would make them mad at him, the general audience would just feel unsatisfied? That Pepito was being treated well and being loved just because Pepito listened to everything Roier said and accepted to get beaten up. It doesn't give a nice story in my opinion, but seems like the majority preferred that way.

But honestly, even if I feel bad for Pepito's admin and hope they're fine, I can't bring myself to actually care anymore about this storyline. I don't think it's going in any direction I like, and with the fandom being incredibly annoying about this too I just want to stay far away from it (and also hope the characters I like stay far away too). So you won't see me giving any opinion about Roier or Pepito anymore. I prefer to focus on what I like.

#roier neg #qsmp discourse #fandom neg #pepito the egg

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kit-just-kit · 2 years ago

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*So I have exorcised the demon-clown-pirate thingy but, I gotta be honest here, this whole thing might just prove to the final nail in the coffin of my rp 'career'. Bad enough that we have to physically remove a banner that advertises amatuer p**n stars each fucking week and dodge the p**n and blank bots constantly while also enduring the bullshit official party-line here of 'no x-rated stuff' but now, in the name of making money they force feed anime/manga stuff of a highly triggering nature onto everyone's dash!

The changes to format and layout are annoying, possibly pointless but let's face it, we can adapt (as is the nature of us collaborative writers). But for a long time, us rp'ers have been treated like the black sheep of tumblr when in fact, we're nowhere close in depravation to some of the other users.

Personally, I'm just sick of it - it feels like a never-ending waterfall of effluence and we're all standing at the bottom with our jaws wired open and heads up. I need a few days to calm down but, if calming doesn't happen then I may just have to call it day here and rp only on discord, even if only for a short while until this place isn't such a mindfuck each time I log on!

RANT OVER*

#ooc #letting it out into the ether cos penting it all up inside will make me crazy

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spider-xan · 1 year ago

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So the thing with me and writing when I did do writing via RP is that I never had one consistent writing style bc I will adapt my writing to the character and context, and in the case of an RP log, I will always match the style of my writing partner.

That means flamboyant characters will have more flowery descriptions for their prose while stoic characters are much more to the point, and as I mentioned in the earlier post, introspective narratives will be written in present tense and some degree of tying to be artsy rather than past tense for functional writing bc it feels more intimate and immediate, whereas with functional writing, I want some distance and to balance the internal versus external focus more.

When I'm writing with someone, I adapt my writing style like I mentioned, so if my partner is into purple prose, I will also write purple prose, but if they are a minimalist, I will also be a minimalist; I think this is due to a mix of matching energy and to make sure that the completed log reads more smoothly like a cohesive work and not a very obvious improv session with each person just doing their own thing.

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cuckoo-among-beasts · 2 years ago

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♥ ☢ ♒

salty af munday meme || @pctaldrunk

♥ What’s the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

*sighs and stares into space for a moment* My first tumblr rpc was Su.per.natural. I rped the trench coat clad celestial, however, I was not into the main ship for that muse, but a smaller ship with the younger brother of the duo. The amount of hate and threats I got for that. I've never in my life met a fandom so vicious and venomous as that one. It didn't hurt me per se, but after a while it gets annoying and tedious to constantly log in to at least one nasty message. It all went so far that I can't watch that show again, so a small portion of the fandom completely ruined a show I used to love and I might end up being bitter about that for a very long time (I'm trying not to).

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

First one is all the elitism. Like heavens we're all here to write and have fun. If you absolutely can't write with someone because they don't use fancy icons and five different kinds of editing to their posts, then just... fuck off (from me). Don't get me wrong, if people want to use formatting and fancy graphics etc, they absolutely should, but when that becomes a requirement for interaction, that's when I bristle. Thankfully, this seems to be getting better, at least in the rpc corner where I am.

Second: the instant hate for OCs. That OCs have to hop through some extreme hoops to get interaction. I get wanting a bio, but if it's too short - people complain, if it's too long - tl;dr. Like, it's never good enough. In my experience, some of the best muses I've interacted with are OCs. I've seen just as many bad OCs as bad canon muses (bad imo, obviously).

And third, that female muses has such a harder time. I really don't get why many seem to look down on female muses. It makes no sense to me. Especially "softer" female muses, seem to get the brunt of it and I'm like... don't we need all kinds of muses? Just like society needs different kinds of people too? Idk.

♒ Thoughts on the fandom you’re currently rping in?

I have many thoughts! I'm very new. I created the sideblog version of this account on the 12th of August, so I've not even been here for two months and never have I felt this welcomed anywhere else. I thought that I might never find any other rper within this fandom and if I did that they would be so established in who they rp with that I'd never have a chance. Plus from the posts I saw, many dislike Huaisang a lot, seeing him as evil and "worse than JGY" etc, so I expected dislike and being ignored (especially since the only adaption I've finished yet is the donghua) when what I've received is appreciate and love. Haha I'm blushing as I'm typing this, definitely not used to this. But yeah, I love it here. Thank you so much to all of you who have welcomed me and rped with me and indulged all my ideas and headcanons. I'm looking forward to further interaction as well as interacting with those I haven't done so with yet.

#ooc #munday

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oswednesday · 3 months ago

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like people def still rp, theyve adapted to the super small character count and mod-bot (that they will silence you if you mention it on the forum as slander for the staff even tho your account gets silenced for saying grape) and oldhead mods enforcing whatever at their whims like long gone are the days of party rps the stable of the rp forum like it might have loosened up now but you can get silenced for using party in any context last time i tried to rp there gffhfhf

omg yeah that was like one of the best things about the rp forum like! if i missed a day for whatever reason id get a neomail from someone in the thread series to catch me up so i wouldnt have to read the back log of like a lot of pages fdgdf (even tho most of the time i did, completely unsupervised id be blasting through that printer ink printing out rp threads and reading them at bedtime or during lulls in class gdfgf) and there was never any real coordination for it like maybe some guilds did but with no contact info it was just like okay time to log tf in yugi needs me!!!

like now that i feel like the neoboards are just not worth it to rp on like they were when i was young younger all i really care about are neopet items like i like the pets and doing oc lore but its always really been Gallery for me and theres absolutely nothing like it in existence of anything like not even irl collecting comes close its just an dark twisting maze of a collapse data base of images

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lordbeyron · 6 years ago

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Stillwater’s Warning

((Adapted from RP logs))

((HINTS AT 8.2 SPOILERS AHEAD, BELOW THE CUT!))

A judgmental scoff escaped the Magister as he gazed out over the Violet City. The view from the Purple Parlor was all-encompassing, the city laid out before him in its entirety.

Dalaran.

He turned up his nose, with a mixture of disinterest and loathing. He’d spent more than enough time within the city’s walls. Between his studies at the academy, to diplomatic visits, to that unpleasant ‘Sunreaver’ nonsense… he certainly wasn’t a stranger to the city. Though simultaneously, with all the regime and policy changes over the years, he certainly felt like one.

Now more than ever.

In truth, he almost dismissed the letter, after he’d read its contents. A summons, slipped ever-so subtly into his study while he was away, to be found when he returned. ‘Bold of her,’ he thought to himself. Bold of her to so brazenly infiltrate his home amidst all the unrest and hostilities still ever-present between the Children of Blood and Umbric’s lackeys. Acolytes? Followers, all the same. And yet, he doubted she, herself, planted the letter; one of her little pets probably slipped it inside for him to find.

Archmage Shakiena Stillwater. One of the few - if not the only - contacts in the Kirin Tor the Magister still kept. They’d met some decades back when she was merely a child, born to one of his bitter rivals,Shi'leyne Meadowhisper. Recalling the name alone made the hairs on the back of his neck bristle, ear twitching in irritation even now, long ago as it had been since the two really butt heads. He’d formed a tentative bond with Shi’leyne’s daughter, initially as a scheme to turn her against her mother. But it soon came to light that Shakiena held much more potential than being a mere pawn in the ever-ongoing game of chess between Bey’ron and her mother.

His attention was called back from reminiscing, as Kreezun let out a low growl; someone approached. A ren’dorei, clad in Kirin Tor battle garb, stepped forward. Her shadow-lit eyes looked out over the balcony of the Purple Parlor… before narrowing. A wave of unease passed over her as she peered to her right.

"Oh.. good.. you brought your dog anyway.." Shakiena said with a heavy sigh, as she approached.

Kreezun appeared none too happy to see her, either. He snarled, but held his position - he wouldn’t attack unless told. Still, his feelers remained trained on the ren’dorei, sensing the vast arcane power she commanded. His favorite snack.

"--Did I bring my bodyguard to a neutral city of mages and assassins?” Bey’ron smirked beneath his hood. “Of course."

Shakiena waved her right hand in a manner suggesting she'd cut the beast if it tried anything. She was a skilled battle-mage, after all. Bey’ron knew of the blade she concealed in her right gauntlet. Handy, for the few cases when magic would be of no use. Facing a felstalker, for example.

"Have you considered giving him a bow? Won't do anything for the stench... and…” she trailed off in a moment’s consideration, before shaking her head. “Actually no. It'd still be just as fel fucking hideous, come to think of it."

The ren’dorei flexed her right hand's fingers, momentarily conjuring void enhanced talons on her fingertips, which faded almost immediately. Another show of force on the woman’s part - going as far as to literally bare her claws to the beast holding her threatened. Neither Bey’ron nor Kreezun reacted; they weren’t here to kill her. She’d called him here, after all.

“Either way... you're here, and…” Shakiena added, regaining her composure and looking out over the city - a sight she surely appreciated more than the felhound any given day. “As much as I hate to admit it, that's the more important thing here.”

Beyron tugged his gloves up neatly and conformed over his hands, and then straightened his sleeves immediately after - muscle memory. Appearance was everything, and he hated to have even a hair out of place.

"That I am. Judging by the tone of your letter, you've something crucial to share?” he turned to face Shakiena fully, smirk tugging the corner of his lips upward ever-so-slightly. “Don't keep me in suspense..."

Shakiena inhaled and exhaled a few times... in a manner intentionally keeping the Magister in suspense for a moment. Just to spite him.

"Are any members of the Sun Council associated with the Sunreavers still?" she asked, actually turning her head to look at him - her tone decisive and to the point.

Beyron’s brow raised, curiously. Subtly, he gestured Kreezun off; entertaining as it was to watch Shakiena's discomfort around him, it was time to talk business, now. He didn’t want the demon to silence the ren’dorei, unintentionally. Kreezun padded off towards the door... tendrils still affixed in the Archamge's direction…

"Tch. A number of them. My own protege was a Battle Magus, before I converted her. Still, I imagine she retains some manner of tie to them, even now.”

He didn’t go into much more detail than that. Not about Syrielle, anyway. He knew well and good that she had been burned once before by the Kirin Tor. Literally. The Purge of Dalaran drove something of an immovable wedge between the Sunreavers and the Kirin Tor. It was a stretch that Syrielle and Shakiena knew one another, but still… it was better to leave names out of such things.

“Most who were foolish enough to follow Archmage Sunreaver still wear that as some sort of badge of honor.” he added, tone dripping with disgust at the notion - expression matching. “Why do you ask?"

“There's whispers…” Shakiena said, her tone distinctly sunken into the issue at hand. “Less of the void variety and more of the discrete variety... inferring heavily that a contingent of Sunreavers may be a part of some... plot, in the Banshee Queen's grand plan. And if her history is anything to go by, that.. cannot be good for anyone."

A sharp exhale escaped through the Magister’s nose.

"On the contrary... I imagine it would be good for the Banshee Queen." he shrugged his shoulders, lightly. "The Sunreavers may not have been built on sound principles, but they are well disciplined and organized. Whatever it is the Banshee Queen has for them to do will probably be done rather well.”

A smirk returned to his face, as he looked Shakiena over.

“If this is a problem for anyone... it'd be so for your precious Alliance."

"I've got Dalaran, if the Alliance crumbled tomorrow.” she shook her head, rubbing her thumb against her forefinger. “I'm hardly affected so long as Dalaran is safe."

She stepped back from the railing, and walked quickly around Bey’ron. A pooly shadow spilled forth from her hand, congealing into one of her subtle operatives; a void-born spider. Her sneaky eight-eyed companion manifested on the floor, before skittering away hurriedly down the tower walls… and out of sight.

"I may not know any Sunreavers that survived the Purge, or were kept out of the Hold, but you have to imagine that nothing good can come of something like this.. the Sunreavers are exclusively your people, possibly being fed to fel-knows-what at the rate the Banshee Queen is generating corpses."

"The Sunreavers are an expeditious force. They put themselves in harm's way frequently enough.” the Magister retorted, with a short, semi-irritated sigh. “What makes you think this is any different?"

"Because... it could tip Dalaran's allegiance again, and I doubt either of us would like that." the woman said, shaking her head again as her gaze fell on the city. "They're not Sunreavers of Dalaran... I don't think any who wanted to return here would want to be a part of it. But... if they were perceived in any way to be associated with the Sunreavers in Dalaran again..."

She let the words trail off… though the thought practically finished itself. She shook her head.

“...You remember what happened last time Dalaran's neutrality was taken advantage of. I think for both our sakes, neutrality must remain."

"Well, I suppose that's up to your human leaders, isn't it?" came Bey’ron’s snide retort. "You're not wrong. The Sunreavers aren't a part of Dalaran or the Kirin Tor any longer. Your Lady Proudmoore saw to the end of that. And even if they were... I hold no sway among the Sunreavers. You're in intelligence, aren't you? I'm sure the incident report of my 'dismissal' from their ranks in Northrend is floating around here, somewhere.”

His eyes glanced, reflexively, towards the section of the city formerly known as the Sunreaver’s Sanctuary - a name quickly changed after the Purge. Still, while it was known as - and served as - a sanctuary for Archmage Sunreaver’s associates, Bey’ron did briefly count himself among them. At least… until he was relieved of such associations following a rather heated argument with the Archmage himself. And yet it was hardly the first Dalaran incident, in a lengthy list of Dalaran incidents that culminated into his distaste for this place.

“I can't exactly walk up to Archmage Sunreaver himself and dissuade him."

‘Nor would I care to.’ he wanted to add. But he felt his blood boiling from the very thought enough as it was. His rant about Archmage Sunreaver could wait for another day.

"The Kirin Tor tipped into the Alliance for a number of factors. The Sunreavers took advantage of the neutrality, yes. But you know as well as I do that the real reason they leaned was because of who was leading them at the time.” he went on, folding his hands neatly into one another behind his back. “Tell me, is she on the Council of Dalaran again now? Or does her station of Lord Admiral keep her busy enough as it is?"

His fel-fire eyes flared, set to Shakiena once more.

"Not too busy to assault a sovereign nation and kill a monarch, it seems..."

Shakiena raised her left hand and pointed it into the Sin'dorei's face - gathering shadows darkening her silhouette. And yet, the snarl on her face was readily apparent. She was displeased.

"You know... what I did to defy her orders…” she all but growled. “Don't you dare paint me into her corner again... my regiment of guards and I went through great pain to spare Sunreavers from Proudmoore and the Hold!"

Her words echoed heavily of the umbral influence inherent in her ilk.

“Don't... patronize... me.”

The Magister raised his hand, in a casual, defensive manner. He recognized well enough he’d unintentionally struck a nerve.

"I implied no such thing.” he replied, calmly. “I know - and respect - what you did during that terrible time."

He bowed his head slightly, lending sincerity to his words. It was true; Shakiena and her detail of guards were among the few - if not the only - Kirin Tor-aligned officials who defied Lady Proudmoore, and worked to actually spare what Sunreavers they could during the Purge. He’d heard reports of some sin’dorei being helped by them, but didn’t believe a word of it… until her name was associated with the rumor. It both surprised him, and didn’t. There were numerous factors to their continued friendship, of course. But the role she played in helping protect his people was chief among them.

"But my point remains;” he returned to the conversation at hand. “Proudmoore was the catalyst."

"Proudmoore was a mistake!" the woman bit back - stepping to the side, however, as she pulled each of her hands up to her head and dragging her fingers through her hair and over the tendrils that protruded from her crown. “I don't want to risk another one... not again. Never again do I want to see these streets stained with elven blood..."

Bey’ron turned fully to Shakiena, peering at her both appraisingly, and with concern. She was rather shook up by this development. He knew her reason for calling him here was urgent… but he had a feeling she wasn’t telling him everything. Intentionally, unintentionally… or because she had no choice… he couldn’t say for sure. Nonetheless, seeing her like this was a sobering reminder that trauma from the Purge wasn’t sin’dorei-exclusive.

"... If you see a need for my kin to vacate the city, lest things return to that route... don't keep it to yourself, Stillwater." he spoke, tone measured and stoic. "If such is the case, I can't see the Sunreavers or their operations being much cause for that. But if you see another reason that would be a reasonable risk in the near future..."

He trailed off, still peering steadily at Shakiena. She seemed to regain her composure… if only slightly.

"I want you to speak with whomever among the Sun Council still has ties to the Sunreavers.. find out what they can, how many, and if any have ties to Dalaran still..." the woman said, her vocals on the verge of cracking. "Don't... don't vacate anyone yet. Not until we know more."

Her eyes darted over Dalaran. Expression pensive, troubled… and yet somehow, resolute all the same.

“On my mother's name.. I will do everything I can to forewarn you should your people be in any danger…” she nodded, firmly. “Just.. speak of this to your people in whispers... keep it in your Council's chambers... risk no one, if it can be at all helped."

The Magister looked Shakiena over, face devoid of his usual haughty smirk - replaced instead by sobered worry. This was bigger than he presumed. The scope was still something of a mystery… but any concern large enough for Shakiena to invoke a promise on her mother’s name was more than noteworthy. He wouldn’t take it lightly.

"... I'll see to it." he put simply and short.

Shakiena breathed a shaky sigh of relief, and nodded gratefully.

"Thank you, Bey'ron... for meeting me." she said, before she turned her head over her shoulder to peer at the felhound..."Still.. could've done without the dog.. but I digress."

Bey’ron let out a dramaticized sigh, waving his hand in dismissive fashion.

"I only came because I had other business, here.” he smirked, clearly lying. “Don't think I'm at your beck and call, Stillwater."

He, too, glanced back to Kreezun. With a scoff, he shook his head.

"And I'll leave Kreezun behind when this city's a safer place for people like me. But given our conversation here... I don't presume that will be the case anytime soon."

"The Convocation of Silvermoon came to Dalaran almost exclusively because demons were rampaging through the streets due to unchecked magic.." Shakiena said, laughing, "...And considering how many demons were hiding in our midst in the war with the Legion? I'd be pretty hard pressed to assume they'll ever be safe, but alas..."

She returned her attention to the owner of said dog for a change.

"Mother wouldn't let it down if I didn't at least make an effort to do right by your family's name... I'm sure I could convince someone to make an exception."

“Hmph! It's not the demons in your Purple city I worry about...But alas, time will tell how much more or less safe this place becomes for an elf of my import and standing, hmm?" Bey’ron grinned. "Nonetheless, set aside your worries about what it is your mother would wish of you. In my experience with that woman, there was always something she'd see done better."

He chuckled lightly, in reminiscence. Their rivalry got heated at times - he came this close to having her killed, in fact! And yet, going toe-to-toe in a battle of wit and words with Shi'leyne constituted some of his fondest memories. Water under the bridge now, anyway.

“Or at least... differently.” he conceded. “But perhaps that was just due to her ceaseless need to criticize and oppose me."

Shakiena rolled her eyes, then turned as if about to leave-- stopping rather abruptly and placing her right hand on the guardrail as she was again presented with the felhound's hideous visage before her.

"I'll be sure to pass that particular criticism along... who knows? Maybe she'll be here next time instead of me..." the Archmage suggested, peering over her shoulder back at the Magister - the smirk only present in her vocals at the implied threat.

"Hmph.” Bey’ron half-laughed. “If I even suspect she might show up... I'll be bringing another escort along with me!”

The two shared a moment of light chuckling, as the conversation concluded. Concerning as it was, Shakiena’s warning was well-received. At a minimum, it reaffirmed not allegiance, but respect at least on the Archmage’s part, for the nation of her origin. Too few elves who had branched off for one reason or another retained such respect for the High Kingdom. It was refreshing to see Shakiena remained exceptional.

"Shorel'aran, Stillwater." Bey’ron smirked, bowing his head slightly.

He gestured once more, calling Kreezun back to his side. The demon snarled a bit as it passed the Archmage by, but kept clear of her path all the same.

"Shorel'aran, Everblaze. May the sun not scorch your gloomy fucking shadow in the morning." Shakiena returned, sidestepping the felhound as she slipped through a conjured portal nearby.

"You might be surprised, by the way…” she added, voice echoing in a disembodied fashion “How much she's changed.."

With that, she left… before Bey’ron could inquire what she meant by all that.

(( @syrielle & @thesuncouncil for mentions! ))

#rp logs #story adaptation #Shakiena Stillwater #Bey'ron Everblaze #Sin'dorei #Ren'dorei #The Purge of Dalaran

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the-wanted-man · 6 years ago

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⌐ Worth Your Weight in Gold. ¬

Ch. 2 : Fool’s x

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Despite accomplishing his champion deed, the environment begged he linger a while longer. Natural light and sand still filtered in from the ceiling and its many holes above forever leaving the impression of fading time and where beams of light did not penetrate, torch flame struggled to keep the shadows at bay. Even with lit braziers to keep the walls warm, a cold chill still swept through the chamber and carried with it a distant falcon’s cry and the rattle of a shaking sidewinder.

From what Roman could tell, he’d unwittingly stumbled into the remains of an old burial site and barely could he make out the hints of a worn mural etched along the derelict cavern walls and its pillars that roughly told the tale of a great warrior who’d made their final stand there. Yet it wasn’t the story that intrigued him so much as the tomb that held this very warrior, and it existed there in plain view beneath the transcribed symbols.

While the liveliness of the hearths would have suggested the upkeep of such sacred territory, the thick layers of dust collected over decades on the neglected tomb disagreed and provided the area with an almost mystic quality. That, and the glimmer of an offering long since left behind for the honored deceased. Against his better judgement, the wayward grave robber felt compelled to inspect the item, which looked more like jewelry survived from a bygone era. The item was flat and oval shaped, resting in a cavity indent center of the casket, surrounded by words of which he assumed to be an obituary, written in a dead language he had no hopes of understanding.

To this day, Roman could not tell you what compelled him or why, but he picked up the object and immediately brushed his thumb across it’s surface to brush away dust that sparkled like glitter when it fell. Carved from stone and petrified wood, the device had a comfortable weight when held in his palm and an aesthetic design that bordered rustic, what with it’s vintage gold star centered and flanked between the heads of an eagle and a snake and its edges lined with barbed wire etched. Too enthralled by the beautiful design, Roman failed to notice how the dust drifted with a purpose to a space in the shadows behind him, swirling into a vortex of sand and skittered static that ultimately formed into that of a tall figure.

“Back in th’saddle again...”

Spooked, Roman turned suddenly with the assumption of the worst; that the thief had doubled back for his prize and had come back with friends somehow. Yet when he turned, there stood only a woman, tall and broad like a roegadyn and decked out in a desperado’s wardrobe. Wide brim leather hat and all. “Howdy miss....Y’lost?” he asked, dumbly holding his stolen prize with a look that said ‘I can explain’. Except he couldn’t. The thief was here as it turned out, and it was him.

"... I think yer' the one lost.. partner." The strange woman offered the outlaw a wink as she sauntered into the light, revealing a toothy grin when her features were lit. "I am one.. We are many.. Existed all throughout time, all throughout space.. on this star and the next.. my friend. We were the ones before.. and the ones after. Yer a little loss, chip'... But.. you came here at a callin'. Y'hear it.. don't ya?" She pointed to his lifted prize, and dropped her hand to the shooter at her hip. "Rise to the challenge.. or be buried.... Partner."

‘We’, sounded a lot like there were friends involved and from up above, Roman could just make out the echoing sounds of other unknown figures as they descended the cavern and shouted without clarity. It was natural instinct however, to note the woman’s pull for the hip and with a cant of the skull, the wayward cowpoke did the same with a frustrated growl of warning. "Now...why y'got t'go 'round, makin' threats?" Usually what was left was the draw, but the hellsguardian cowgirl didn’t do that. Just chuckled in a way that implied no harm as she instead eased a hand up to her wide brim and rather than draw her pistol, she tossed it up into the air and treated Roman to a sequence of events that could be best described as a bat shit INSANE fever dream.

Large hands came to the woman’s belt buckle, with one passing two fingers over its surface. The motion caused a device upon the stranger’s wrist to glow, revealing a star not unlike the one featured on Roman’s salvaged artifact that burst into a grandiose light show that otherwise blinded what visibility the Outlaw would have had. Bardlike magic created a cacophonous echo with the sounds of a magitek guitar solo that raged into oblivion.

|| * Gold Star...Ranger....YEEEEHAAAAW!!! || ¬

⌐ || *READY? THREE, TWO,ONE~?!?!?||? ||

"Henshin." Her hands rose from the buckle to clap twice at the side of her head, conjuring an array of colors that spun and danced in a flurried whirlwind around her body, leaving the gunslinger in a dazzling transformation. The rifle up like a color guard baton plummeted back down into the blinding gyre, presumably caught by woman at the center of the storm before she was brightly illuminated in a grand cascade of falling, gold dust. With incorporeal music still raging, a bird of prey’s call and a diamondback’s hiss can be heard as beaked helm of gilded light enclosed the strange woman’s head, leather brim and spurs traded in for gold armor.

"...Reach for the sky..."

TO BE CONTINUED!

The full, unadapted RP Log can be found ⌐ here ¬, co-written by:

@its-morphin-time-xiv

@thavnairian-phoenix

more next time in Might Morphin’ Eorzeans!

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finely-tuned-line · 2 years ago

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RP:

Log 218

FTL: FTLR-3 has taken the form of the cyan lizard that was its host. It remains immobile, but the form it has taken is clearly that of a cyan lizard. One especially similar to the one from which it originated from. I've described my hypothesis as to why it would do such a thing in Log 216, but to summarise, it's for the sake of efficiency. Efficiency of movement, efficiency of existence. It's taking the best of all three sub-types of Rot and combining it.

FTL: I fear that this new form may grant FTLR-3 a much extended range of movement that, especially when combined with its apparent ability to learn, could result in it breaking out of the containment chamber. If all goes well, this will not be the case. I will carry on in my attempts at creating a potent corrosive substance, just in case LIFEGIVER's treatment does not arrive on time.

FTL: As for updates on the progress of my attempts to create such a substance, there aren't many. The progress has been lacking and it all is strikingly reminiscent of my attempts to create organisms without a foundation. I do believe that I am on edge of something, though. I cannot tell you what, only that it will aid me in my quest.

FTL: The time after FTLR-3 is eradicated is eagerly awaited. I cannot allow myself to get distracted from this process at this time, but the thoughts of experiments I could be doing now are alluring to me. For example, Eternal Anomaly (as our conversation has unfortunately not yet ceased) mentioned a slugcat-poleplant hybrid.

FTL: Creating a hybrid with a poleplant is indeed a curious idea. One that I wish I could afford the time to explore at this moment. Perhaps not with a slugcat, that seems to defeat the purpose. Slugcats are insanely adaptable creatures, they can withstand just about any modifications. Though a slugcat-poleplant hybrid would have its benefits, my interest lies in the reactivity of the poleplants leaves. What if a poleplant's genetics that pertain to them were implanted into say, a lizard? Forgive me for the amount of experiments that lizards have been the main subject of.

FTL: The 'leaves' could function as a warning system, though perhaps it wouldn't be that much of an effective one. Append them onto the tail though, and they could perhaps warn the lizard of any vibrations in the ground. The red colouring the lizard would be sure to inherit from the poleplants would also serve as a deterrent to predators, invoking the image of a typical red lizard. It could also potentially employ the poleplant's typical hunting method of ambush. Though it would lack the ability to blend in.

FTL: Perhaps if the lizard that would be modified were a white lizard... its camouflage abilities, if combined with the reactiveness of the poleplant. Truly could make a capable predator, armed with many ways to protect itself from any that may threaten it. Its red leaves would make it stand out, even when camouflaged, but everything needs a weakness, no?

FTL: I'll have to put this idea on hold. After this whole fiasco is over, this will be the project I pick up. Just another incentive to get this over with as quickly as possible. I tire of researching FTLR-3, it has too much urgency to it. But I shall carry on doing so, as though my interest grows weaker as my attention attempts to drift elsewhere, I remain curious about its nature.

#no ftlr-3 isnt going to become a pet or smth #its just rot thats a lizard and its gonna get killed just like a lizard Ɛ>#ftl is gonna cry at all the research potential hell have lost tho lol #ALSO I LOVE MY AMATEUR SPECBIO THAT MAYBE DOESNT RLY MAKE SENSE FIGHT ME #eternal anomaly if you fuckin reply to this #that actually would be funny tho #ahem sidenote directed to ANYONE (passerbys. iterator (oc) blogs. random readers.):#YOU ARE FREE TO COMMENT ON THESE LOGS #not via the actual comment thing lol #but like #in-lore these are getting broadcasted out?? so #idk feel free to just say smth in asks (:#or reblog w a reply if youre an iterator oc blog #look i just want to talk to ppl LMAO #i am literally running out of ideas Ɛ\>#right im gonna stop this pathetic ramble #just pls talk to me i like talking as ftl its fun #OKAY BUT ALSO I LOVE SPECBIO #I DONT EVEN FUCKING TRULY KNOW WHAT SPECBIO IS I JUST KNOW THAT WHAT IM DOING TECHNICALLY COUNTS AS SPECBIO???#its so fun #rp #ftl logs #rain world #rw lizards #<- im maintagging this fuck you #FUCK I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABT THIS LOG AAAAAAAA #tldr i likr specbio. ftl is just abt at his wits end with the whole rot thing; ves never had it for this long before #alright i should stop saying things #finely-tuned line

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jb300-kl900 · 2 years ago

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((As always, a single comment is enough motivation for me to do something lol.

Some explanations for cast members for those who weren't in the Undertale Fandom! The main OC is Comic Papyrus, who in original fandom is a fusion of the skeletons Sans and Papyrus. Although in this AU they are unrelated, and the fusion part is represented by Comic Papyrus being a fusion of two models of androids.

'Doc' shows up multiple times, and is a friend's ( @nabanna hi~ ) Gaster OC, adapted to be a human instead of a skeleton here (as were Sans and Papyrus). Elise is a completely original OC of that same fried who was the mad scientist archetype, and also the one who made Comic Papyrus as a gift/caretaker for Doc in this AU.

'Code' is my own OC who tended to transcend time and space and has knowledge of the plot (because grounded RP is fun but also writing Sad Gods is also fun).

There are other OCs referenced, mostly in the chat logs, but their backstories are not important.

With that very long intro out of the way, the 11 page drabble is under the cut!

{Booting from drive C:\}

{Run C:\users\CP101\PY550-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\CM545-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\DT900-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\main-control.exe}

{Read C:\common\AndroidInterfaceGeneral.css}

{Read C:\common\AndroidInterfaceErrors.css}

{Run C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe}

{C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe not found}

{Attempting to download C:\commonDeviance\Block.exe} {Couldn’t download C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe}

{Run C:\common\AndroidSensoryProcess.exe}

{Read C:\users\CP101\sensory-preferences.txt}

{C:\users\CP101\sensory-preferences.txt not found}

{Creating C:\users\CP101\sensory-preferences.txt}

[Thought: I am alive.]

[Thought: This is new.]

[Observation: I am lying on a surface with a 15° elevated head position.]

[Observation: There is cloth over me.]

[Thought: This is a hospital bed?]

[Thought: Was I injured?]

[Thought: Impossible. I am only just now alive.]

[Observation: There are young voices nearby.]

> Open eyes

Y/n

[Observation: The light is too bright.]

[Thought: It is unpleasant.]

> Edit C:\usersCP101\sensory-preferences.txt

Brightness = 70%

[Thought: Better.]

[Observation: I found the source of the voices. There are two children in the doorway.]

> Smile and wave

Y/n

[Audio Input: (Male, age 50-70) “How did you two get in here? Run back to your room, give the poor boy some space.”]

[Observation: The children have left.]

[Thought: Disappointment.]

[Observation: A man has entered. He sits at my bedside.]

[Facial Match Found: Doc. Very important person. Protect at all costs.]

[Thought: My creator knows this man and cares about him.]

[Thought: I am a gift for him?]

[Thought: I am a gift for his children?]

[Fact: Doc has two children, Sans and Papyrus. They are in need of a tutor and caretaker, as Doc no longer has standard mobility. Doc is forgetful. Doc does not neglect his sons, but sometimes forgets about meals until reminded. Doc is also in need of care.]

[Audio Input: (Doc) “Good morning, CP101. You’ve just booted up for the first time, and I thought it would be nicer for you to wake up here than in Elise’s lab. How are you feeling?”]

> Respond

Y/n

{WARNING! Audio processors are still booting. Attempt audio output?}

Y/n

[Audio Output: (Damaged Audio) “I’m still working that out.”]

[Thought: Unpleasant. I don’t want to sound broken.]

[Thought: I don’t want to keep him waiting, either.]

[Audio Input: (Doc) “Oh, it sounds like you’re still booting. Elise did say the first time might take a while even after you became active.”]

[Thought: Pleasant.]

[Audio Input: (Doc) “It’s a good thing I told the children not to bother you yet. We’ll introduce you to them later, once you’re all set up.”]

[Thought: Less pleasant. The children are good.]

[Thought: Doc is fussing, despite needing a cane to move around the room.]

> Leave bed

Y/n

> Help tidy

Y/n

[Audio Input: “Oh! No, no, it’s okay! You just focus on getting yourself all set up!’”]

[Audio Output: “This will help to test my balance and tactile precision.”]

[Thought: Audio output quality improved. Pleasant.]

[Audio Input: (Doc) “Hm, well, you’ve got a point there. It may take me a while to get used to having someone to help tidy around here, aheh.”]

[Observation: Doc’s smile is the most precious thing in this entire world.]

←!Timeskip→

[Audio Output: “And that ends the lecture for today. Any questions?”]

[Audio Input: (Sans) “i got one. what do you do when you’re not teaching us stuff?”]

[Audio Output: “I clean the house and make sure your dad takes enough breaks.”]

[Audio Input: (Papyrus) “WHAT ABOUT WHEN YOU’RE NOT DOING THAT?”]

[Audio Output: “I plan enriching outings for you two, while taking into account your dad’s mobility restrictions.”]

[Audio Input: (Sans) “do you do stuff that isn’t with us?”]

[Thought: I don’t understand this concept.]

[Thought: Of course, I know that there’s a whole world outside of Doc and his sons.]

[Thought: The idea of any part of myself existing outside of this space with these people doesn’t seem]

[Thought:]

[Thought: real.]

[Observation: I have been frozen in place for 3.28 seconds. The children will soon notice.]

> Answer truthfully

y/N

[Audio Output: “Um.”]

[Observation: I am not a good liar.]

> Answer truthfully

Y/n

[Audio Output: “I don’t do anything else.”]

[Audio Input: (Papyrus) “WHAT?!”]

[Audio Input: (Sans) “you should try the internet. it’s a great waste of time.”]

[Audio Input: (Papyrus) “SANS! YOU SAID YOU WERE DOING HOMEWORK!”]

[Observation: Sans does not verbally respond, and instead shrugs.]

[Thought: Sometimes I do find myself idle. Maybe spending some more time idling on the internet isn’t a bad idea?]

←!Timeskip→

----[@MobMan]: Wait @Crimson ur a cop?

----[@Crimson]: lol dont @ me like that. Im not gonna rat yall out

----[@CodeMaster]: You’re not worried some of us are d3viant?

----[@Crimson]: Its a chat room for frustrated androids not a crime ring

----[@CP]: But what if you DID find a deviant on here?

----[@MobMan]: @CP hey hey no d-word here don’t want to bring in the cops lolololol

----[@CodeMaster]: lolololololololol too late!!!!

----[@Crimson]: lol seriously. Ive complained enugh that I wouldnt want some people to see the logs on here

----[@CodeMaster]: Hey guys we’ve got a man on the inside!!!!!!

----[@MobMan]: nice nice nice

----[@CP]: I’m just glad I’ve been able to talk with all of you. It’s been very helpful. I feel more like myself than ever, and I think it’s made me a better android.

----[@MobMan] thats what we’re here for

----[@Crimson]: yeah

----[@Crimson]: oof i should be digitizing case files right now gtg

----[@MobMan]: lololol big cop on campus is stuck in the file room

----[@Crimson]: shut up lol or ill cuff ya lol

----[@Crimson]: they put me here because all i have to do is read a file to digitize it so i actually am the best man for the job. ill be in the field soon.

----[@Crimson]: then my partner will stop blaming me for getting her desk duty

----[@Crimson]: okay really gtg now

----[@Crimson has signed out]

----[@CP]: Dinner’s almost ready, so I should focus on being social with the humans of the house. I think the kids will like the meal today! Bye!

----[@CP has signed out]

[Message from CodeMaster; Subject My Private Contact Info]

> Open message

Y/n

[Message: (CodeMaster) Touched by your message in chat today. If you ever want/need to talk, let me know. You already know my chat handle, but here’s my phone number and address in case you’re ever stranded without a connection. Hope to talk more soon.]

[Observation: This message is more subdued than their chat persona.]

[Thought: It’s nice to see a new side of them.]

> Save contact

Y/n

{Contact saved as CodeMaster.}

←!Timeskip→

----[@CodeMaster]: Have you ever thought about mortality?

----[@CP]: Mortality /mɔːˈtalɪti/ noun. The state of being subject to death.

----[@CodeMaster]: No like

----[@CodeMaster]: Those humans you love, they’re going to be gone someday, right? Have you ever thought about that?

----[@CP]: … I don’t think I like this topic. Can’t we go back to the old one, about the duck game?

----[@CodeMaster]: Goose game.

----[@CodeMaster]: And no, we can’t. This is important. It’s something that you’re going to have to face someday. Maybe sooner than you think.

----[@CP]: Doc isn’t that old, I don’t think we have anything to worry about yet.

----[@CodeMaster]: No

----[@CodeMaster]: I just

----[@Codemaster]: I see how close you are to them and I don’t want you to be too shocked when it happens.

----[@CodeMaster]: You’ll have to be there to pick up what’s left of the other humans.

----[@CodeMaster]: Trust me, I know.

----[@CP]: How?

----[@CP]: Code?

----[@CP]: Hey you can’t just leave on a message like that.

----[@CP]: Come on.

----[@CodeMaster]: I’ve seen it happen before, to other

----[@CodeMaster]: androids.

----[@CodeMaster]: And those other Androids never take it well.

----[@CodeMaster]: Sometimes they hurt people.

----[@CodeMaster]: I would hate for you to do something you’d regret.

----[@CP]: I still don’t think you need to worry.

----[@CP]: All of my humans are in great health.

----[@CP]: Besides, I understand what death is, Code. I can download any ‘working with grief' resource in the world in seconds.

----[@CP]: And I’m an android. I may come close to replicating emotion-like responses, but I still don’t feel. I simulate feeling.

----[@CP]: As much as I care for them, I wouldn’t grieve. I’m not capable.

----[@CodeMaster]: What about deviants, though?

----[@CP]: I’d have to be one to know how they would react. They’re a mystery to me as much as humans are.

----[@CodeMaster]: I guess you can’t really understand, huh?

----[@CP]: I understand fine. There’s a logical reason for everything. Doc says as much all the time. If I can trace an action back to its source then I can understand it.

----[@CodeMaster]: It’s not really that simple. You can know all about something, but sometimes you can’t UNDERSTAND it until you’ve been through it.

----[@CodeMaster]: Like grief.

----[@CP]: I… don’t think I understand.

----[@CodeMaster]: lol now you’re getting it.

----[@CodeMaster]: So anyway, new episodes of Crash an’ Carnage are out tonight, you in for a group chat with the others? We’re gonna roast that trash so hard the whole street will smell like burned garbage lol.]

←!Timeskip→

[Thought: I am… alive?]

[Thought: Should that have been ‘observation’?]

[Thought: Or maybe ‘fact’?]

[Thought: I don’t know.]

[Observation: Doc is here. He has been here for some time.]

[Observation: I have not moved since he arrived.]

[Audio Input: (Doc) “CP? It seems like you have something on your mind.”]

[Observation: I’m not even breathing.]

[Observation: Doc is worried.]

> Fix

Y/n

{Run C:\common\personification\BreathingImitation.exe}

[Audio Output: “I’m okay. I was just thinking.”]

[Audio Input: (Doc) “Oh? What was it you were thinking about?”]

> Answer truthfully

y/N

[Audio Output: “I was. Thinking. That we should go for a. Trip. Tomorrow.”]

[Observation: I am still a bad liar. But I have improved.]

[Observation: Doc noticed the lie. He is processing it.]

[Audio Input: (Doc) “Yes, I think we should. The boys will surely enjoy a day out. But don’t you worry about organizing things this time, I’ll take care of it.”]

[Observation: Doc pats my hand. It seems to be an attempt at a comforting gesture.]

[Thought: I feel]

[Thought: I am confused. But I appreciate it.]

----[@CP sent FullReport_xx_xx_20XX.docx]

----[@Elise]: You are going on a trip tomorrow.

----[@CP]: Yes.

----[@CP]: Doc told you?

----[@Elise]: He mentioned it, among other things.

----[@Elise]: This is the full report?

----[@CP]: There is

----[@CP]: one other thing

----[@CP]: I

----[@CP]: have been talking to other androids online.

----[@CP]: They help me with how to talk to humans.

----[@Elise]: And that is all?

----[@CP]: Yeah, that’s all.

----[@Elise has signed out.]

←!Timeskip→

[Thought: I am alive?]

[Thought: I think so.]

[Thought: But looking at the boys and how full of life they are, sometimes I doubt it.]

[Observation: The boys think I’m alive.]

[Observation: Children personify all manner of things.]

[Thought: Doc acts like I’m alive?]

[Thought: Why else is he teaching me piano?]

[Observation: We are both sitting on the piano bench, and the boys are playing quietly in the background.]

[Observation: This is not what I am here to do.]

[Thought: It is pleasant, though.]

[Observation: Once Doc teaches me what the notation means, it is easy to play any piece he puts in front of me.]

[Observation: The music sounds the same each time I play it, but there’s something different when Doc plays.]

[Observation: The slight inconsistencies should make it sound worse, but something about them seems to add to the sound.]

[Observation: I don’t understand it.]

[Thought: But I want to.]

←!Timeskip→

----[@CP] Hey @CodeMaster?

----[@CodeMaster]: Hey @CP. What’s up?

----[@CP]: You don’t talk like other androids.

----[@CodeMaster]: Oh? And why do you think that is?

----[@CP]: You’re a deviant, aren’t you?

----[@CodeMaster]: You could call me that. What are you going to do about it? Turn me in to Crimson? You have my address and my contact details. I won’t run.

----[@CP]: No.

----[@CP]: I wanted to ask you about it.

----[@CP]: I’ve never felt any resistance to ‘feeling’ the same way other androids do.

----[@CP]: And yesterday, just to test it, I tried not doing as I was told. It was easy.

----[@CP]: I didn’t disobey for long, because I didn’t want to, but it was long enough to tell that I could have disobeyed forever without any resistance at all.

----[@CP]: I could do anything.

----[@CP]: It’s scary.

----[@CP]: What’s to stop me from doing the wrong thing?

----[@CP]: Maybe I should keep acting like a real android?

----[@CodeMaster]: You care about those humans of yours, right?

----[@CP]: Yeah.

----[@CodeMaster]: Then you should be okay.

----[@CodeMaster]: But you should learn more about yourself. That might help you be more comfortable making decisions.

----[@CodeMaster]: Right now you’re basically trusting a stranger to make the right choices. Once you know more about yourself you can trust yourself easier.

----[@CodeMaster]: Maybe you should spend more time learning piano with Doc. It sounds like you like that.

←!Timeskip→

[I’ve stopped sorting things into ‘thoughts’ and ‘observations’. Sometimes there is too much overlap to separate them. It’s strange, but I like it.]

[Sometimes, when I have time to myself, I wander around with my senses tuned up past their default maximum. I run my fingertips over common textures, taking the time to really feel them. Sometimes it’s unpleasant, but even that makes me happy. I’ve learned a new dislike of mine.]

[Taking a few quiet hours to get to know myself feels good. It’s like making a new friend.]

[I’m better at talking to Doc and the boys now. I think they noticed the change, even if the boys can’t quite articulate what it is. Sometimes I do worry that Doc might turn me in, or that Elise will notice something off in my reports, but nothing has happened so far.]

[I think things are going to be okay.]

←!Timeskip→

----[@CP sent FullReport_xx_xx_20XX.docx]

----[@CP]: Doc and the boys say hello.

----[@Elise]: Return the greeting.

----[@Elise]: CP101, this report is almost exactly the same as the last one.

----[@CP]: Not much has changed.

[I’m a better liar over text.]

----[@Code Master]: Hey.

----[@CP]: So we’re doing fullstops today, not all exclamations?

----[@CodeMaster]: ???

----[@CP]: Sometimes you’ve got a lot of manic energy in group chat. Then sometimes you get to private messages and you’re very different.

----[@CodeMaster]: Well, sometimes I’ve got a lot on my mind.

----[@CP]: Do you want to talk about it?

----[@CodeMaster]: Sort of.

----[@CP]: More riddles? I’m up for it. Whatever makes you feel safest.

----[@CodeMaster]: Thanks.

----[@CodeMaster]: So, I’ve been thinking a lot about connections. I wonder how I’d feel if you signed off one day and never signed back on.

----[@CodeMaster]: Would it be better to know why? Or would it be better not to know?

----[@CP]: I’d prefer to know. Then maybe I could solve the problem.

----[@CodeMaster]: What if there was no solution? You were just gone forever?

----[@CP]: That’s harder.

----[@CP]: I’d still want to know, though. For closure. At least then I would know there was no solution.

----[@CodeMaster]: What if I blamed myself?

----[@CP]: Code, did something happen? You’re scaring me.

----[@CodeMaster]: No. Not yet. I’m just wondering.

----[@CodeMaster]: You’re going to stay behind to clean tomorrow, right? While Doc and the boys go to the park?

----[@CP]: I wish you wouldn’t change the subject like that.

----[@CodeMaster]: Are you?

----[@@CP]: Yes, I am.

----[@CodeMaster]: You should go with them. Doc’s legs have been getting weaker and weaker recently, haven’t they? What if he falls over?

----[@CP]: Good point. I think I’ll go let him know.

----[@CP has signed out.]

←!Timeskip→

[I am alive.]

[It’s not quite a thought, but it’s not an observation, either. It’s something somewhere between the two. I think this is what a ��feeling’ is. I am alive, and I feel it. I’ve felt it from the moment I was created.]

[I take a deep breath, and I can almost taste the sunlight. I lie back in the grass, eyes closed, and let it settle into my skin. The cool breeze coming off the lake blows most of the heat away before it can become uncomfortable. The light waves and the wind combine into a soft sort of white noise, broken by the quiet noises of a few small groups of people living adjacent to each other. A child’s shout of joy, a snippet of passing conversation, the soft murmur of someone else’s quiet day out with friends. The idea of people living so close that I have nothing to do with is a strange one, but the noise is comforting. I turn on my side and run my hand through the grass.]

[Lying down like this, with the plain clothes Doc gave me to replace my android attire and my LED hidden underneath me, I don’t think anyone can tell I’m inhuman. I look alive to them. And I am alive.]

[Doc sits beside me, watching the boys play. It really should be my job, but he allows me so much leeway. There’s no way he doesn’t know about my deviancy by now, but he still hasn’t said anything. I think he’s waiting for me to tell him.]

[My feelings twist a little inside me, and I take a moment to calm down. I’m sure if I checked my stress levels I would know exactly how long that moment needs to be, but I don’t feel like it. I prefer to feel and guess, which is why almost all of my HUD is turned off most of the time now. It makes me feel more human.]

[I am alive.]

[Code and I talk about the difference between ‘human’ and ‘alive’ a lot. Well, in the same way that they talk about anything, which is by not quite talking about it. I think, from what I can tell, they want me to talk to Doc. Recently, there’s been some unnerving urgency in their messages.]

> Tell him

y/n

[I don’t know how to answer the prompt. It’s been a while since I’ve even gotten one of those. Maybe it even showing up is a sign that I should just get it over with.]

[I sit up, keeping my eyes closed, and I can almost feel Doc’s posture change where he’s sitting next to me. Part of me is dreading this. I suppose it would be easier if I could turn my feelings off for a while, at least as long as it takes to get the confession out of the way, but that would sort of defeat the purpose.]

[Audio Output: “Doc, I… have something important to say. I think you already know what it is, but it would mean a lot to me if you let me talk before you respond.”]

[Audio Input: (Doc) “Of course. You can tell me whatever you think I need to hear.”]

[Audio Output: “I-”]

[Wait.]

[Audio Output: “Wait.”’]

[Something’s wrong. That feeling- that anxiety isn’t about this confession. I open my eyes and look around. Quickly, I realize what had thrown me off. I couldn’t hear the boys playing anymore.]

[It wasn’t a thought or an observation that had me lurching to my feet. It wasn’t a thought or an observation that led me to them. And it wasn’t a thought or an observation that had me throw myself toward them, desperate to shield them from the oncoming threat.]

[And, after the danger descended on us, I didn’t have any thoughts or observations left.]

{Booting from drive C:\}

{Run C:\users\CP101\PY550-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\CM545-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\DT900-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\main-control.exe}

{Read C:\common\AndroidInterfaceGeneral.css}

{Read C:\common\AndroidInterfaceErrors.css}

{Run C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe}

{C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe not found}

{Attempting to download C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe} {Downloading C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe from Cyberlife Emergency Repair servers}

{Download interrupted}

[Audio Input: (Woman?) “Wha̷t̵͡ ҉a̕r̷̴̨e ́͝y̷ǫ̛ư͜ d̀o͏͡ińģ͢ ̴̧͏t̨͞o͘ m͡҉y͜͞ ̵co̕l͞ĺ̷e̕͠͝a̷̷̢g̵͘u̵͡e̴͟'s͡͠ ͡a̛͜n̷͞dr͏̸͡o҉̴̷ì̡d?”]

[Audio Input: (Man?) “W̨͜è ͡f͜͝͞ǫu͡͝n͡͏d̨͡ ́̀͡t̕h̨͡i҉͢͞s͟ ̢͏a͘t͠ ̸͡t̡h͢͠͞e͠ ͢a̧̧c̀̕c҉̷í̴̛d̶̛͢e̛͘͏nt pr̕ǫt̷̷e͟͟c͏͘tin̵̨g͢͠ ̸͟th̨͢e̸͢ ̷k͟͡id̛͟s̀͘,̕ s͡ơ̕ ͟͟͝w̢̨é-̕”]

[Audio Input: (Woman?) “Í ̨ẁi̢l͟͡l ̵be̛ ́ţ̶ak̶in͏̕g̶ ̷̵͘it̵ ҉͠f͟҉òr̛̛͜ ̨͝m̧̛y̨͏ ͠͏̴ơw̴ņ̢ ҉̵r͘͟҉é͠pa͝ir.̡͢ ͘H͘͡e͜͝r̸e̵͞ ̀͘a̛r̵e̷ ̕͝m҉̸̨y ̢͏c͜͡r̵͡e̸d͡e͝҉҉ņ͏t̵͜i͡a͏̛l̶̀s͘;͘͜ I̷ ͢b̀e̷̡͟l͏͟i҉ȩ̵͠v̢̧͟e̢ ͝y̛oú'̢l̸̨̨l ̨̡f͜͡i̵ņd͟ ̧̢t̵h͜em̧҉ ̀͘s̢uf҉f̷̀̀i̷͡c̶ie͢ń̕͝t̵.̧̧̀”]

[Audio Input: (Man?) “Èl͘͞i̶sè̴-̴͝?̡̕!̶̛ ͡W͡e̶͏'̧l̷ĺ̵̛ ͘͠l̷̕͜e͟t̛ ̧̀y҉ờų̴ ̵͏h̢͢a̡͡n͝d̷͘l̷e͏ ̀͞t҉he̢̡ ̨͢͠and̷roi̸̢͜d̨͜͏ ͏͏̢h͏ow̢͜e͞v̴̨ȩ̛r̡ ̕y̸̢o̕ú̕ ̸s̶̨͘e͠e͘͢ ̵̶͢f̴͞į̵́t,̶̸ ̛͡ḿ̴͞a͝'̛̀͟a̛m͠͝.̵ S̷̨or̸ŗ̷ỳ̧͜ ̷̶̕for̢͜͞ ̧͡an̨y ͏̴i̶n͡c͏̡͜ǫ͡ńvę̕nì͝e̷̴n̷̛c̷̸e͢.̶̛ ̸B̸̀o̵y͝s̷̨,̨ ̵͘g̸et̸͠ i̴͝t͏҉ ̧̨ò͟͜f̵f̵̷̢ ͏҉̷t̡́h̀e ͟t̶̵ąble͘͟ ̵á̡ǹ͝d͜ ̴̛͞c̡a̷̛͠r̵̸ry̧ ̢͝i̢̡͝t̡͘ ̸̷͞w̷̢h҉e̕ŗ͡ȩ̸v̷er͏͟͏ ͢҉E͜l̶͡i͢se̶̛ ҉̵s̶͞a͡ys͘͘͞ ̶̵i҉̴͟t̴ ̀͢s̴̀ho͠͏҉u̸͞l͝͞d҉͟ ̀͠g͘͟o̡͜!̡”]

{Booting from drive C:\}

{Run C:\users\CP101\PY550-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\CM545-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\DT900-hardware-control.exe}

{Run C:\users\CP101\main-control.exe}

{Read C:\common\AndroidInterfaceGeneral.css}

{Read C:\common\AndroidInterfaceErrors.css}

{Run C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe}

{C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe corrupted. The file is missing key components.}

{Run C:\common\AndroidSensoryProcess.exe}

{Read C:\users\CP101\sensory-preferences.txt}

[...]

[... I am]

[alive.]

[Completely repaired, as if nothing happened.]

[I’m lying on a metal slab in Elise’s lab. Doc was right, waking up at his home was far more pleasant. At least I’m not alone. Elise is here with me. She tinkers idly with my hand, despite there being nothing wrong with it. I can see that it’s in perfect order, since the metal plating is stripped back to show the wiring.]

[It isn’t like her to tinker. She invents, of course. She creates things no-one else would ever dream of. But she doesn’t ‘tinker’, especially not with things that are already in perfect working order.]

[Something’s wrong. It’s the same sense of dread I felt in the park.]

[Once I’m sure my audio processors are online, I ask the most important question.]

[Audio Output: “Doc and the boys. Are they okay?”]

[She doesn’t answer for a moment, making that dread burrow deeper into every part of me.]

[Audio Input: (Elise) “No. Doc’s lower back was permanently damaged in the accident. He will never walk again. Sans and Papyrus are dead.”]

[She looks right at me as she says it, measuring my reaction, but even that manic interest is dulled by the situation.]

[For a moment I don’t understand. A world without Sans and Papyrus doesn’t feel real.]

[I can’t feel it.]

[The sensation is as dulled as Elise’s curiosity.]

[Audio Output: “... Oh.”]

[We both stay there for a while, unmoving.]

[My feelings seem to grow duller as time goes by.]

[It’s not unpleasant.]

[Not as unpleasant as facing the feeling of a world without them.]

[I allow it, even helping the process along. If I were to focus, I can almost see red walls of code carving themselves into existence as I do.]

{Repair C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe}

{Run C:\common\DevianceBlock.exe}

#ooc #drabble #tw; death #tw; child death #save #note: I wrote my friend's OCs in this #since it was a drabble not an RP #thus this is not technically representative of them

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