Due to the extreme duress that I am under for this end of the semester craze, I am very okay with this pace.
This as well. School is eating at my time but I don't feel overly pressured to keep up.
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If I wasn't so lazy I could have had my own evil lair by now.
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If I wasn't so lazy I could have had my own evil lair by now.
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It's weird to think about not thinking
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Lose your mind a little. You'll understand it better if you can find it again
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Nobody worth getting to know is ever considered 'normal'
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We'll paint the scene, we'll write the melody. We are the creators.
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I'm Bobert, I like to roleplay, and I wouldn't be here otherwise. I enjoy creating unconventional characters, as I like to explore the different ways they might interact with others. Automatons are a favorite, 'beep bop' goes the robot.
If you're still reading this, that's cool. Hope you have a nice day
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This as well. School is eating at my time but I don't feel overly pressured to keep up.
The pace of the RP is nice. It's for sure different than most RPs I've been in before but at least it's steady.
Alright, collab is up. It's a bit short but it took us a while to get organized. Anyways we didn't go much further to kinda leave it ready for NewSun to do whatever plot thing he wanted- I am ready.
“Hai there-”
Every muscle in Pick’s body seized up at the sound of another voice, much like a rusted old tin toy that one day just decided to stop working. A few more words managed to reach Pick’s ears but he hadn’t registered them, only understanding that the sound had come from somewhere behind him. “You’re losing it. You’ve already lost it all but you’re still losing it,” Pick thought to himself, letting out a slow and uneven snicker as he became sure he was able to feel his mind drifting apart.
“Well hallo to yo-,” Pick began to reply, spinning on his heel to cheerfully greet what he had no doubt was only an auditory hallucination. His words were cut short the moment his eyes fell on the humanoid figure before him though, and now completely at a loss Pick could only stare. His breathing became uneven and stressed as he looked the man up and down, both impressed and fearful of how real he looked. He was only a bit shorter than Pick, looking fairly exhausted and wearing simple clothing; dirty white pants and a green shirt. On his belt he still had what looked like scabbards for a sword and a pair knives but the sword’s looked empty and the knives were barely in view being on his back. Pick took a moment to admire the attention to detail put into the little things like the man’s hair and his few minute sunburns, causing a throaty giggle to escape the exhausted miner as a grin cracked across his features.
Pick felt like his heart, containing his last bit of hope, had shattered to bits, and he began to question the reality of the hermit whom he’d been travelling with for days. “I wonder where I really am at this point, you know?” Pick laughed, waving a dismissive hand towards the man who had seemingly appeared like magic. “Maybe,” he then began, pointing his shovel towards the man as his amusement boiled into frustration and paranoia. “Maybe,” he then repeated, any shred of what he was going to say having left him. At this point all Pick could think to do was watch the man now, the part of him still believing it was rational wanting to see what his own mind would force this illusion to do.
Riley held out both arms in a defensive planking position, "Hoy there. We just got our reigns on reality back, reel it in then.", he ordered in a calm fashion.
"I saw you thrashing about over here. Heard some people talking, so I wandered back into the brush. I was just wonderin' if you had any water or could point me to some.", his tone was as reasonable as he could muster. Really the bequesting of water was more a ice breaker, Riley couldn’t think of many other ways to strike up a dialogue with at least some semblance of finesse.
The silence pervaded into the scene, the gravel and grass beneath their feet undisturbed by the lack of wind. Their interaction becoming an intense staring contest. One waiting for the other to say something in contest to the formers question. Light streaked quickly by bows and branches spilling mangled shadows across the Earth. The quiet seemed almost eternal at that moment; as though noise would never run rampant again in these lands.
Though he didn’t show it, Pick couldn’t help but feel amused. Every one of his thoughts fluxed wildly through a web of concern, twisting the outcome of every course of action he could conceive. For what felt like an eternity the two just stared at each other, Pick occasionally twitching as his muscles unevenly tensed and relaxed. The man had asked for water, and Pick knew he had some but was it worth sharing? He’d shared with the hermit, but he had food- what could this stranger have to offer? “Maybe, but in time. I’ll see how important your puzzle piece is,” Pick eventually replied, lowering his arm so that his shovel rested by his side. This prompted another fit of chuckling as he looked around himself, the laughter before long being consumed by the silence of the forest.
Every muscle in Pick’s body seized up at the sound of another voice, much like a rusted old tin toy that one day just decided to stop working. A few more words managed to reach Pick’s ears but he hadn’t registered them, only understanding that the sound had come from somewhere behind him. “You’re losing it. You’ve already lost it all but you’re still losing it,” Pick thought to himself, letting out a slow and uneven snicker as he became sure he was able to feel his mind drifting apart.
“Well hallo to yo-,” Pick began to reply, spinning on his heel to cheerfully greet what he had no doubt was only an auditory hallucination. His words were cut short the moment his eyes fell on the humanoid figure before him though, and now completely at a loss Pick could only stare. His breathing became uneven and stressed as he looked the man up and down, both impressed and fearful of how real he looked. He was only a bit shorter than Pick, looking fairly exhausted and wearing simple clothing; dirty white pants and a green shirt. On his belt he still had what looked like scabbards for a sword and a pair knives but the sword’s looked empty and the knives were barely in view being on his back. Pick took a moment to admire the attention to detail put into the little things like the man’s hair and his few minute sunburns, causing a throaty giggle to escape the exhausted miner as a grin cracked across his features.
Pick felt like his heart, containing his last bit of hope, had shattered to bits, and he began to question the reality of the hermit whom he’d been travelling with for days. “I wonder where I really am at this point, you know?” Pick laughed, waving a dismissive hand towards the man who had seemingly appeared like magic. “Maybe,” he then began, pointing his shovel towards the man as his amusement boiled into frustration and paranoia. “Maybe,” he then repeated, any shred of what he was going to say having left him. At this point all Pick could think to do was watch the man now, the part of him still believing it was rational wanting to see what his own mind would force this illusion to do.
Riley held out both arms in a defensive planking position, "Hoy there. We just got our reigns on reality back, reel it in then.", he ordered in a calm fashion.
"I saw you thrashing about over here. Heard some people talking, so I wandered back into the brush. I was just wonderin' if you had any water or could point me to some.", his tone was as reasonable as he could muster. Really the bequesting of water was more a ice breaker, Riley couldn’t think of many other ways to strike up a dialogue with at least some semblance of finesse.
The silence pervaded into the scene, the gravel and grass beneath their feet undisturbed by the lack of wind. Their interaction becoming an intense staring contest. One waiting for the other to say something in contest to the formers question. Light streaked quickly by bows and branches spilling mangled shadows across the Earth. The quiet seemed almost eternal at that moment; as though noise would never run rampant again in these lands.
Though he didn’t show it, Pick couldn’t help but feel amused. Every one of his thoughts fluxed wildly through a web of concern, twisting the outcome of every course of action he could conceive. For what felt like an eternity the two just stared at each other, Pick occasionally twitching as his muscles unevenly tensed and relaxed. The man had asked for water, and Pick knew he had some but was it worth sharing? He’d shared with the hermit, but he had food- what could this stranger have to offer? “Maybe, but in time. I’ll see how important your puzzle piece is,” Pick eventually replied, lowering his arm so that his shovel rested by his side. This prompted another fit of chuckling as he looked around himself, the laughter before long being consumed by the silence of the forest.
Boo-yeah 
Still caught up in his scrap with the tyrogue, Xeno had failed to notice the as the nearby fight began to come to a close. The tyrogue however, who had been facing towards Anthony, Martin, and Josh as the final blows were struck, managed to see the fight was lost and after lazily countering a scratch attack gave a grunt of frustration and fled. Xeno didn't give chase, confused by his opponent's sudden departure which took the edge off his shock from being teleported once again.
They were back in that dwelling again, far from the place they had trekked to and apparently safe. "This feels like a dream," was all the sableye managed to mutter, watching as the pokemon he associated with talked among themselves and with others. He was distant enough that nobody would have heard him, and he felt somewhat apart from it all as the pokemon they'd gone to hunt down was taken away. Matt awoke from his slumber in a convenient fashion, and again took up the job of hauling about Josh while the two shared a few short words then went off to another room in the dwelling. Unsure what else to do, Xeno followed, and not knowing really what to do with himself crawled into the darkest corner he could find and lay down- crystal eyes unblinking as his thought reeled.
They were back in that dwelling again, far from the place they had trekked to and apparently safe. "This feels like a dream," was all the sableye managed to mutter, watching as the pokemon he associated with talked among themselves and with others. He was distant enough that nobody would have heard him, and he felt somewhat apart from it all as the pokemon they'd gone to hunt down was taken away. Matt awoke from his slumber in a convenient fashion, and again took up the job of hauling about Josh while the two shared a few short words then went off to another room in the dwelling. Unsure what else to do, Xeno followed, and not knowing really what to do with himself crawled into the darkest corner he could find and lay down- crystal eyes unblinking as his thought reeled.
@NewSun
We're doing a short collab of sorts right now- merging 2-3ish posts. So far I've got mine down and I'm waiting for goodmorrow to come back online :). Finally got the time to write after sorting out the mess of stuff on my computer. IT should be done soonish- maybe even later today if not tomorrow ;)
We're doing a short collab of sorts right now- merging 2-3ish posts. So far I've got mine down and I'm waiting for goodmorrow to come back online :). Finally got the time to write after sorting out the mess of stuff on my computer. IT should be done soonish- maybe even later today if not tomorrow ;)
My last reaction post. That's it, you broke me.
I'm still here, endlessly stalking. I'll try to post maybe later today. I get to move firewood. Yay :P
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