i might have food poisoning, horaay. maybe i’ll play some ‘don’t starve together’ while i’m lying down and relaxing
an hour has passed when my brother discovered there was a leak in the roof above my kitchen, and ever since then it’s been deforming and took the shape of a measly fuckin’ pimple we’re also in a need of a new refrigerator at the moment due to its temperatures being above the requirements of stocking frozen goods (except for the freezer which is now the new mini fridge) so i’m gonna lurk for the rest of the night
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☩ ‘Misguided… For whatever reason or another, that is not a strong enough adjective to adhere to the people of… Not only this city, but of the very world surrounding us.’
Was he capable of casual conversation? At that point, every single word emanating from Legato’s telepathy had been heavy, laden with deeper meaning. He treated this first encounter Mr. Oda as a chance to push his philosophies.
Legato had managed to avoid any sort of suspicious staring due to his dialogue, all thanks to it being restricted to the minds of the two involved in this conversation. It gave the man an unfair amount of freedom to say just about whatever he may please.
That could be forgotten momentarily, however; there is that amused smile once more as an umbrella is offered.
☩ ‘You assume that I am going to follow you wherever you please?’
And then, silence in both of their minds.
Legato opens his mouth, moving to physical words—his tone rather quiet compared to the mental conversation.
☩ “Offering somebody who threatened to exterminate all of these roaches an umbrella… How surprisingly civil. Foolish. But civil.”
One's own belief may either differ, or relate with another, which may stir up heated debates and cause whichever side to announce their evidence in regards of said belief. Neither was now the time nor here was the place for such tomfoolery, and you'd bet the entity feels something similar. I assume you'll at least consider the consequences of how no one will lend you assistance when you're ill. This is a simple golden opportunity. Your internal tone peppers stern, almost determined. Aside his health status, doubt remains weighed unto his words that may end his fantasized dreams in prison. Could he be serious, a lone male whom raged on another and caused destruction within his vicinity? Over an impolite gesture, specifically. Cold, pale lips depart to allow a husking sigh escape into the clouded grey sky, you were somewhat relieved actual vocals are available, but for how long?
'Foolish, maybe, but despite what you think: You're still human, you have flaws - we, have flaws - it isn't uncommon. I believe in those who truly hunger for annihilation can be reverted to their olde ways, those 'ways' implying when they weren't so criminally unjust.' You briefly elaborated, ' Now, are you going to accept my offer, or not?' Your appendage's muscle began to stiffen a bit in place, refusing to it withdraw from extension.
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Rain droplets rolled down the telepath’s coat, though it was gone unnoticed; Legato as far too intrigued with this specimen of human to care about the dismal weather.
–He would admire the storm later, though. Rain was not a common occurrence where this foreboding man hailed from.
☩ ‘… Apology accepted, only because you redeemed a good first impression. I come from a place where a man’s foul mood can end in a great loss of life. Consider yourself fortunate, Joseph Oda.’
The smaller man would hear those words followed by an eerie, muffled chuckle resonating through his mind, evidently from the telepath.
☩ ‘Imagine the misfortune that would have fallen upon the people in the nearby radius had you not presented yourself better. The dead would be littering the streets like rubbish…Hmhmhmhm.’
With that being stated, Legato turned himself around so that he could properly face the unfortunate man that had happened to cross paths with the nihilist. Lips tugged into an amused, passive smile—though it was not completely friendly.
His amusement of the situation flicked a protective switch; in fact, you've pledged loyalty under an oath upon applying this occupation as 'detective.' Was he aware, hence finding your worry-wott attitude and mention of slaughter entertaining? Curtains draw half-way, narrowing in suspicion. Whatever tactics he'll pull from his sleeve, you'll surely prohibit.
'With all due respect: These civilian have no interest in provoking you - well, some misguided folk whom were raised horribly, and thus act upon ignorance, sure. But I'd rather you not engage them by spreading their blood.' You coherently issued with gentle mannerisms. He means well, in any shape or forme, but a criminal is still a criminal. Whether or not they're redeemable is up to their compliance and willingness. Forecasters might not have predicted this copious amount of rainfall; your rightmost digit stretches outward with a water protecting instrument in hand. He clearly hailed elsewhere for being immersed amongst rigorous individuals, unjust criminals you'd assume, and ditching him amid trickling transparent droplets isn't quite the brightest idea should his threat promise its meaning. 'Here, you might catch a cold if you stand too long underneath this type of downpour. We can continue this conversation back at my apartment.' What an excuse you'll conjure later on. The deed has already been done, and a massive hole you've dug yourself into is set in motion. Although, would you rather have his bloodthirsty ways rage on a war between man vs. world, or would you prevent such drastic measures from occurring? Option two sounds better- let's go with that.
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It took very little effort for golden hues to glance lazily, yet with intimidating intent, back at the lithe man that had crossed his path.
The startled expression was always an amusing one—no human ever expected to be greeted by such a paranormal voice, much less one that belonged to somebody of their own kind. Legato learned much about a person’s psyche thanks to his nanothreads, delving deep into the mind, scavenging for information.
☩ Things that are not tangible are not necessarily false right off the bat… Are your own thoughts not real as well? With that logic, I can only gather that you deny such things. Do you not trust your own thoughts…? Do they scare you?
Legato’s gaze had yet to leave the anxiety ridden man—how unsettling. That voice would continue to echo through Joseph’s mind, unchanging.
☩ I will ask you again… Where are your manners, roach? And while you are at it, your name… Best be quick, your personal psychosis may worsen by an unfortunate accident.
You were beaten around the bush, weakened mentally and physically wounded, obedient amongst bloodthirsty dogs preciously ruled under 'Mobius' ' commands, this wasn't extraordinary in comparison. A full rotation of your frame faces the individual's fear-inspiring gaze unto what was renowned to be a husk of fragile pieces, severely torn apart under conducted research - an embodiment research tool forcefully used for every STEM related tests. You personally dismiss such reminiscent, easily triggered memories.
'I am human, it's normal for me to feel fear, even by my own thoughts.' You spoke internally, communicating with his telepathy. Other insignificant beings disregarded you and he standing idly upon drenched sidewalk concrete. Brows gently furrow to expose your slightly saddened canvas. 'I do apologize for my actions earlier. Please, accept my apology, sir. And my name?' You abrupt, attention diverts unto the sidewalk beneath your feet. The pressure he inflicts is rather infuriating, will introductions be regretted later on? Silence momentarily tightens a firm grip around your throat; eye contact soon rejuvenates upon re-collecting a decently short response. '.. It's Joseph. Joseph Oda.'
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Phalanges fetched your trusty writing instrument from its deposit location of your right jeans pocket; convenient blank pages unfold, both pages hunger inscriptions as you proceed registry of beforehand predicaments that initiated - another typical crime scene. The entity's presence hadn't been acknowledged until approaching footsteps divert quick glances unto her.
'.. May I help you with something?'
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His time in this city had been brief, but he was already forming a disdain for what surrounded him. And so, when an individual brushed far too closely, Legato did what was natural: he spoke.
–Not in the manner that is expected, however.
This stranger would hear the psychic’s words within his own mind.
☩ ‘Don’t manners generally suggest that you should apologize for running into somebody…? After all, you never known when the next person that you cross will be hostile.’
Much like his namesake, the telepath’s words flowed smoothly, and quietly. Almost as if they were well rehearsed beforehand.
Unlike the majority of the scum crawling around here, Legato did not speak by word of mouth—no, that involved far too much effort for these roaches.
Never did lower digits hone slow pacings toward your rightful destination: the KCP police station, which was within walking distance (a few or so miles) afar from your previous point A. Krimson City's health care center - where treatments are exchanged from patient to patient, especially someone who holds a special place in such a fragile (almost broken) heart. Silent prayers inspire hopeful reassurance that modern medicine will see to easing your cherished family member's mental illness; she took, more specifically rescued, the aspiring intellectual under her wing and into Krimson City, thereby owing her a gracious dept of gratitude. Time was fickle, unrecognized upon entering her room within the facility. Her physical appearance seemingly embodied health, which persuaded an approach and a brightened smile. You were relieved for the most part, nonetheless delighted she struck perfect health - for a moment's notice, her quizzical expression at your entrance didn't accept such friendly actions, nor had her memory of your youthful years recorded its data accordingly. She stolen a few steps backward after climbing from her blank bedspread, and retorts nonsensical blather of false accusations. Your internal emotions, concocted mix feelings, have melt instantaneously. Physicians entered the fray swiftly, pleading for her to cease whilst one specifically orders you to check on her at a later date. She forgot about you, whispers an echo of a familiar voice, verbose in tone, and understandingly gentle, despite patronizing and throwing your pride out the window. Mindful steps pivot, sometimes recklessly, to which apologies were traditionally in order. You were late for the meeting, you were late... How will colleagues think of you now? Will they understand your reasoning? Subconsciously collisions against another entity reels you into reality from the sea of constant negativity, his buff frame and rounded shoulders were mighty peculiar. No ordinary being represented his kind of stature, perhaps a foreigner? Idle gawks cannot simply abrupt time for your own selfish desires; your treads renew its pathway, until a secondary halt ceases motion temporarily, this time with reason. ' This voice.. wait, another? '
' Good grief, I must be hearing things again. I'm definitely certain I took my daily medication.. What is going on? ' Clearly you've succumbed to doubt, for this voice differs from the one shunning away your beliefs. This one, however, sounded merciful, yet threatening. Curious spheres peer overhead your right shoulder and towards the odd man. ' ... This isn't real. '
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Digestion of her spouting common vernacular functions properly, yet you couldn't help but feel her information weighed loopholes.
'I suppose that wouldn't be the case, or am I not hearing you correctly?' You question to reassure your - or her - own miscalculations.
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❝ Moving, get moving…nnh…hmmn… ❞ Riddles were often based on simplistic concepts, the likes of which a detective should have no trouble comprehending. He seemed quickly enough to decipher the truth behind the maze of repetition, and as gloved fingers gestured toward the exit, the toddling patient wandered through the exit. With the immediate danger having subsided, he seemed distinctly more capable of comprehending direction. The calmer Leslie was kept, the easier things would be for everyone wrapped up in this hellish, black nightmare of suppressed memories and tragic, unresolved conflicts. Somewhere in the distance, a ghoulish screech that resembled the dying cry of a woman in sheer terror rang out, echoed by the squelch of blood. Iron creaked and groaned, but none of these sounds seemed to affect Leslie beyond a shallower breath. He was accustomed to them by now…but neither did he seem too keen on hobbling in the direction from which the screams had come. Instead, he wavered at the bend of the road before turning down the opposite end of the fork, and heading deeper into the graveyard. He didn’t wait for the detective to follow. ❝ Moving…mmh…this way… ❞ The graveyard was soon left behind as the stone walkways gave way to the dirt paths of the forest. Despite the boy’s unsteady steps and slow pace, he seemed fairly certain of where he was going–or at the very least, familiar with his surroundings. It was clear that he’d been here before.
; Your own steps attempt pacing alongside the patient as you follow, whilst keenly observant pupils skim through the altering area. Of course your main objective scales between different worlds, which continuously morph upon completion of an area, and out rises another. Forebode strikes for unsuspecting twists and turns; you reassure they're predictable encounters you've faced beforehand, and they have been for quite some time. Will they be any different with the company you share now? Furthermore, why pull the curtains to reveal new terrains deliberately, is it to throw off the crowd? Your hunches and jotted feedback may conclude suggestions as to why he curves pathways on a whim. Echoes resounding terror wasn't all too uncommon here, it mostly heightens your scenes briefly to scout wherever they birthed from, and dismisses afterward. Your distractions force a glance toward the hurried patient; lower digits increase their speed until they've met their match. Shouts of 'Wait up!' and 'Slow down!' apparently didn't faze him, not one bit. Does he long an escape route? His hot-headed steps will eventually lead to an unsettling position if he runs into trouble like that. You've decided to stand guard of him for now - perhaps the others will fatefully cross your way.
'You seem to have mapped out this area quite easily.' You notably directed, pivoting through the ominous graveyard. 'Tell me, what is your name?'.-
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[ 石 ] “Hey—there’s a curfew in effect, everybody off the street at ten,” the chief spoke up to the stranger before her as she moved through the streets of downtown Republic City.
“Didn’t you hear? There’s a high profile criminal loose, nobody is to be on the streets until he is captured.”
; There was a voice, yet you choose to ignore it temporarily. It was feminine, proud, almost resembling leadership. What had distracted you were various things: establishment's structures, ancient civilized poetry (some where presumably handmade), and oddly worn attires don by man, women, and child alike. Where on Earth has he sent you? Bizarre enough, normality safeguarded this place. You conclude instinctively it was another one of Ruvik's mind-boggling shenanigans, it was a matter of time before this false sense of actual sanity would soon morph into ruins. You heard her voice once more, to instruct and ensure curfew hours due to villainous acts running a mock in your direction. Shifting your weight to fully reveal your foreign, though typical, wear, you directed to her:
'I'm not from here, and whether you're a figment of my imagination or not, it's difficult to trust what you say.' You scan the female searchingly for precise evidence of abnormality; a suggestion she another subject under ruvik's control. 'But while I'm here, could you inform where here even is?'.-
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♕–; Murder, murder. She knows of the various crimes that are currently baffling law enforcement. Victims drained of blood and ash found around the bodies. Pieces of stone. Missing persons with corpses that never surface. She isn’t the cause of them but police poking their noses in places they shouldn’t lead to trouble. They should let her do her job.
She gawks at him. Have rumors of a girl leaving the crime scene circulated? She’s not the perpetrator. She’s the hero. Her only crime is being spotted. “I haven’t seen anything,” she mumbles again as though repetition can make the words true.
; If it weren't for a hunching suspicion - how she wanders at a possible curfew hour for a young female her age, and without supervision - it wouldn't have resulted into entrust for answers from a mere common folk, whose words might bear truth. These dead ends carry much irritation as the given information and leading suspects grow mysteriously thinner. Who could ever be the cause, is posed whenever you failed to succeed entrapping vigilantes as you returned to home base, and skim over details carefully once more. Not even your partner is sure for himself of whatever causes there might be, only.. something surreal? Perhaps supernatural entities? Blasphemous, you'd retort. You aren't the type so willingly believable of such abnormal individuals, whom muster unspeakable strength and powers, that would exist. It was a child's fantasy after all; a myth. 'I see,' You withdrew an ordinary rectangular black handbook, along with it's snared pen, as a small 'click' is conjured from your thumb tapping lightly unto the utensil's butt. You proceeded to jot down 'just-in-case' notes for future reference.
'Tell me, miss...' You awaited for her name before continuing, 'do you mind if I ask why you're up at night meandering about? I've heard several reports of a young female, around your age, that wanders the streets around this time.'-
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Why did you choose your URL?
I choose this url because reality and surreality were taken. the double i's are quite infuriating truthfully. i may change it in the future however.
What is your middle name?
Seymour Kerlborn, Gaylord, Gay little quintuplet, Gaylordtitude, Prince Charmingston, Rock-your-worldsington, That homosexual who collects nerds, Peter Pan I, when Peter Pan actually wears decent clothes (aka thrift shop attires), Eruption, Squire of tomfoolery and memes, Memelord, the lord of memetastic memeary. Mary sue, Jane doe, Medic, Spy, the Medic is a Spy, the Spy is a double agent, Maxie the Ginger-fucker-that-uses-rocket-fule-to-desire-more-land-creating-a-land-sception, Maxie the Enragement-Ginger, and Fully-enragement donger. Also Expand dong.
If you could own a fairytale/fictional pet, what would it be?
A mean green mother from outer space, and she's BAAAAAAD.
Favourite colour?
Pastel rainbow, crimson, grey, your blood, black, and violet.
Favourite song?
The almighty Vladimir Putin singing his national anthem, 'I am Gay, Gay, Gay.' He is my ultimate senpai 8 )
What are your top three fandoms?
Putin, Stalin, and Elmer J. Fudd.
What do you enjoy about Tumblr?
I enjoy experiencing actual kindness, and offering kindness to those who deserve it (which is everyone). Although I may be shy (hence my absence), I would still like to interact with everyone's characters. I constantly feel obligated to entertain people; just like Jacksfilms says, the viewers are the bosses. If I don't continue posting content, I'll eventually lose everything. So, yeah.
Tag all 9 Tumblr crushes (they can do the 8 questions too) (fuck no that would embarrass me; whomever wishes to do these questions, you're free to do so. my senpais will never notice me 8 (((( )
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[ 石 ] “Chief of Police Toph Beifong here to tell you
NOT TO GO TO SCHOOL WITH A 100 DEGREE FEVER.”
"bye mom going to school, 'k? k"; odie outties, 360 josephscope, trick 'n kickshoots, too japanese for ya.-
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❛❛Gotta focus on your ability
Focus on your ability!❞
-> Multi-verse, uses second person, very interactive with all characters(original characters/actual characters), && semi-selective.