#headlock talks

[postdeathapocalypse]

---| . . . OPENING CONSOLE.

---| CHECKING REACTOR HEAT LEVELS. . . NOMINAL.

---| CONNECTING TO COMMUNICATIONS LINK. . . CONNECTED.

---| DISPLAYING PILOT INFORMATION;; > NIKOLAI "HEADLOCK" MOROZOV > VERTICAL TANK(S) IN STORAGE;; - GMS SAGARMATHA - "WICKED CHANT" > NO NCI (NON-CORPOREAL INDIVIDUALS) ON BOARD. . . > ACTIVATING COMPANION/CONCIERGE. . . ACTIVE. > HELLO WORLD. HELLO, OMNINET.

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[postdeathapocalypse]

Jesus Christ almighty above. Moth people are real.

>>HI!! Hey, AK I know that everything's so so busy right now with the whole CMC and Chernobog thing, but I actually had a question because I was curious about something.

>>Ok so there's no good way to ask this that's not completely rude, and I don't know if I just missed you confirmed it, but are you an SSC clone?

>>I was just wondering, since y'know you had such a strong reaction to the flash clone debate, and your full name is the scientific name of a subspecies of the African lunar moth, and you had that whole thing of being attracted to lights when people were sending you lamps, and that's all like super SSC coded.

>>Apologies if this is wrong too! I just like puzzles and I felt that there was enough here for me to make a guess, but also I do know this is a super invasive question and you don't have to answer if you don't want!!

--Vissily :3 @isyourmechrunning

Hi! Um... no.

Those are, ah... probably just coincidences. I've never even heard of an African Lunar Moth, I think.

ooc: YES I have been WAITING for someone to figure it out. For those who haven't yet, googling "Argema Kuhnei" might reveal some things.

There might be consequences for this revelation. Stay tuned :)

[postdeathapocalypse]

I am NOT believing the concept that MOTH PEOPLE are REAL. How would that even WORK.

[willowser]

i just think katsuki is a very pinch their nose, tug on their ear, squish their cheeks, grab their whole face in his hand, hold them upside down by the ankles, put them in a headlock kind of dad.

[postdeathapocalypse]

This vexes me.

Illusterous Lady Rosalind Horse. It Has Come To My Attention -- That Being The Attention Of Lord Thaddeus Richboy Of The House Of Dollas -- That You Are Facing Criticism For Being Unwed. Can I Interest You In Marrying My Ex-Daughter-In-Law For Political Reasons. I Will Remind You That Her Tracts Of Land Are Ample

I care not how ample her stolen tracks of land are, thou pest. It was brought to mine attention when last you did address me that the maps thou sent represented parts of New Levra. Having researched the planet since the arrival of the Kavalier known as "Headlock," upon this Omninet, I have concluded that the continued Karrakin blockade of the planet in question is as self destructive an endeavor as was The Melee but for its smaller scale, and is as morally repugnant as the House of Stone's approach to dealing with the aftermath of the Sanjak Rebellion.

Enjoy thine fool's errand, if thou art truly who thou claimest (which I do doubt), and speak not to me of this once more.

[terra-sketches]

HE'S SO-

[postdeathapocalypse]

What is a "Fentanyl" and why is an Enkidu pilot trying to sell me on the idea of injecting it into my veins.

[willowser]

i have been in the anti-gojo coalition server for one (1) hour and this is what it has done to me. nerd gojo. EDIT TO SAY: OH MY GOD PHYSICS PROF GOJO !!

the physics professor grades papers in the campus library. way too late.

you're only there until nine, but gojo satoru always comes strolling through the doors sometime after seven with his book bag and sleek laptop, looking entirely too excited to care about quantum field theory. you suppose he always looks like that, though, especially in his classroom, in front of a whiteboard while droning on and on about infinities.

almost immediately after he sits down, he covers the entire surface of the table closest to the front (closest to you) with his belongings; blue and red sharpies, coffee from the shop around the corner, stacks upon stacks of paper. he even hums to himself — in a library — like he's just having the darndest time taking up all of yours.

it would be a lie to say it isn't amusing, though, even on nights like tonight. outside it's storming, albeit quietly, and the day has taken all it could from you; watching him with sleepy eyes as he mutters to himself is — cute, no matter how late it's getting.

"i have a question, professor,"

you're the only two left in the library at such an hour, but he still looks up with raised eyebrows, as if you could be talking to someone else. his grin spreads across his face slowly once he realizes, like a balm.

"and i have an answer."

you snort, tired and amused, when he wiggles his eyebrows. "is it possible for hours to sneak into the day? because it really feels like it's been more than eight today."

"hmm," he makes a show of thinking, tapping his pen against his pursed lips as if he really has to. you know he's full of it, though, because he's only twenty-eight and has more accolades than some of the oldest instructors. "each hour of the day corresponds to a specific duration based on earth's rotation and its orbital motion around the sun." he shrugs, smile dropping the more serious he gets, and — you kind of wish you wouldn't have asked, because you're too tired for this. "time dilation is a thing, but that's more...changes in the perception of time because of differences in realtive—"

gojo suddenly stops, and you can see the quick cut of his eyes over his glasses as he looks at you. when you raise a single eyebrow at him, he sticks out his tongue and blows a long raspberry, before turning to hunch back over his laptop.

"uh," he lets out a quick laugh and taps his pen against his forehead, a little aggressively. "short answer, no!"

and — you're sleepy. tired. the mascara you'd put on today is almost all dried out and flaking off underneath your eyes, you can hear the comfort of some sweatpants and your bed calling your name, but — gojo fiddles with the hair at the nape of his neck, angling his head away from you. embarrassed, maybe.

despite the heaviness to your eyes and the 9: 02 PM that shines in the corner of your computer screen, you ask,

"well, what's the long answer?"

his head snaps up to you again, but he doesn't respond, only watches with parted lips; the smartest man you've ever met needing a hint.

you glance towards the windows, the dark storm beyond them, before sending him a smile that spreads to his own face. "i think we might be here a while with the rain, if you wanna tell me."

he shakes his head at you and lightly clicks his tongue against his teeth, almost like he's disappointed, before reaching into his bag to pull out an umbrella. "should have checked the radar! though i'm happy to share, if you'd like." and despite how much of a dork you think he is, the little wink he sends you over his glasses has your tummy flipping.

but he's still — not getting it.

"satoru," you say, quietly, shaking your head when his playful expression drops and his cheeks turn a little rosy under the fluorescence. "sit here with me and tell me all about time, would you?"

you can see the gears turning in his big, fat brain, and another laugh slips out of him, light and yet full of nerves. after a moment, he runs a hand over his face, takes his glasses off to rub at his eyes, like he's tired, too.

but then he's blinking at you, excited, and you wonder if his eyes have always been so bright.

"well, time is a fundamental dimension in the universe..."

[postdeathapocalypse]

Christ-the-Buddha, what kind of backwater diaspora doesn't invent sports.

Mine, asshole. Now TL;DR it for me you take way too long with explanations.

[ECHO.EXE RUNNING]

XIII▸ Me again- thank you so much for that explination, that's really fascinating! I believe your profile picture is your mech right? I do have an abiding love for the IPS-N Drake, the raw functionality as a protective structure-

XIII▸ Ah but, I'm rambling. I can elabourate on my affection for IPS-N frames and similar function over form mechs at some later date maybe :}

XIII▸ Regardless, this explination confirms that it's absolutely something deeply interesting to me. I do have another question though- um, if that's alright

XIII▸What's a sport?

[Unsigned] // ooc @xiii-e

Christ-the-Buddha, what kind of backwater diaspora doesn't invent sports.

Yeah, uh, let me think about that one, kiddo. I think I can probably put it into words pretty well but I ain't the best at explaining shit. Sports are kinda a universal constant wherever I've been, so it's not somethin' I've had to think about too hard before.

So, take an activity. Any activity. We'll use the example of... throwin' a ball around. You take that activity and you give it rules: you can only throw this specific ball in this specific way, you can only go here and you have to take the ball to this place. You make it so you earn points when you achieve some kind of objective, so that objective gets you a step closer to victory but you have to repeat it several times. Then, you make it competitive so you have to beat someone else trying to achieve the same objective and you're tryin' to get more points than 'em so you can be the one who wins.

Winnin' ain't always the point, though. It's fun to win but sports are fun to play too. Ain't worth it to win if you ain't enjoyin' it, I think. Hope that helps, I'm not sure how to explain it better.

And as for your other question, my profile picture is my mech. That's Two For Flinching, she's my damn pride and joy, I've been pilotin' her for a damn sight longer'n I got any right to and she ain't done me wrong yet. Fuckin' hate the ugly-ass Baronies paint job, though.

[uselessalexis165]

CANDY DROP COOKIE!!

[bambiraptorx]

[I.D. Two panel comic using Draxum from ROTTMNT and Buana, a tiger yokai OC. In the first panel the two are walking together, Buana with his arms crossed and Draxum with his arms behind his back. Buana glares grumpily at Draxum, who has a mildly annoyed expression and says "You know, I never understood the appeal of geology. It's just so dull and unnecessary a science-" In the second panel, Buana has Draxum in a headlock. Draxum's eyes are popping out dramatically, and he has his hands on the arm wrapped around his neck in an effort to get it off. Buana glares at him and says "Take it back." Draxum makes a sound represented by an extended keysmash. End I.D.]

There are certain things you don't say in front of your geologist friends Draxum lmao

[postdeathapocalypse]

So incredibly strange that a relative of the donor has just so happened to win a highly prized award at roughly the same time of the donation coming through. Surely this is completely unrelated and has nothing to do in relation to the embezzlement found on the newest KCC budget documents. Surely. By the by, as the words "Free Sanjak" are banned in the college, may I inquire if the statement "Free New Levra" is banned as well?

In two pieces of unrelated news, we would like to thank Stonelord Hyderad Cannamos for his most generous donation to the college, and congratulate Lord Praya-Cannamos, The Ironhanded, First Daughter And Graven Heir of Stonelord Hyderad-Cannamos on her recent success in achieving the KCC Award for Academic Excellence in the tactical syllabus!

[scruus]

DO YOU SEE HIS POUT? DO YOU? AM GONNA CHOMP HIS LIPS OFFFF GGAGGAHHHHHH

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

sometimes I remember when people tried to use Priam as proof that Ike wasn't gay, as if Ike's intersex genderfluid half-dragon twink husband Soren wouldn't immediately start happy-crying thinking about a bunch of tiny little Ikes running around their house the minute Ike asks him if he's ever thought about having kids.

[korraofthereef]

Ok so I know it’ll never happen, but is it too much to ask for Arcane to get Timebomb to kiss to Headlock by Imogen Heap?