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//wilson and ash were booted for inactivity (i forgot to send in a drop request for the two of them and was gonna but oops) but Percy is here to stay and nothing you can do will stop me from loving this green caterpillar.
//isola starter call!
Percy has racked up a few points with the Pandemonium balloons, as he is having a great time. He’s also willing to play ‘tag’, as in probably kill someone else, if it means he can win the game. He’s lying and telling himself that tagging isn’t killing.
After all, no one would let something that bad happen, right?
isola blogs like for a pandemonium starter
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Pate was certainly looking at…something. The face was probably the most unsettling feature. Was it sapient? Apparently it had appeared to be talking to itself so it must be. But what was it? Certainly nothing from his time period. But if he was able to climb on top of it, perhaps he could reach the pesky balloons higher up.
“Ahem…excuse me. Might I have a word?”
“What kind of word? There’s lots of words that you can have.” Percy laughed at his own little joke, but then looked back at the other.
“Oh, are you playing the game, too?” He saw the balloons flying about, all of them quite tempting to pop. “It is better to work as a team.”
percy is planning on popping as many white balloons as he can! like for a pandemonium starter, isola blogs only!
Percy was in the Golden Ward when things began to happen and at first he was quite happy to see the balloons, admiring them with a childish fascination. And the creature addressing them seemed quite friendly, too! Talking about a game. And Percy loved playing games. But this time, things seemed off.
Trouble, trouble! That is what came to mind. And he panicked, going to try and hide from this Gamemaster. Mad Merrymaker. That was certainly one way to describe this creature. Percy hesitated when he saw a wristband appear on his light near his buffers. And the balloons -- he had no way of interacting with them, he didn’t have any arms or legs! Percy went to cower. He didn’t want anything to do with this. One balloon came by and Percy shut his eyes trying to hide.
“I... I don’t want to play this game!”
When he looked, the balloon was still there and Percy looked at it, clearly angry. “Mr. Balloon, if I pop you that means that I can go, right? Or... at least I won’t become something scary. But -- I can only wheesh and whoosh steam!”
He drove up near the balloon and immediately emitted a blast of steam. The balloon popped. It was fun. And the wristband? It counted up. 100 points. And it was a satisfying feeling. Slowly, he went about the ward. He had fun with that first balloon, and if this was a game, then everything would be alright in the end, right? Right. Games.
So Percy decided that he would go and win this game. It was like playing tag, too, right? If someone else had points, then Percy could take them by nudging into them and tagging them. Killing was a strong term to use -- surely no one would die in a game. Maybe killing was another way of saying tag in this city?
“Percy the Small Engine, ready to play!” He peeped his whistle and went forth.
Anonymous asked:
Do you hate James for crashing into the sheds? I know it wasn’t entirely his fault, but he indirectly caused Edward to leave. I sure do.
“I think that hate is a very strong word. And I wouldn’t say that he made Edward leave forever. After all, Edward decided to stay with Philip anyways.”
“You are getting in the way of my mail delivery. I’m already running late and you’re causing a lot of delay. My supervisor will be cross if I don’t get the mail delivered.” The small engine was a tad annoyed with what was happening, he emitted a frustrated snort.
“Excuse my bluntness, but I don’t like how you’re keeping me from doing my job.” And he emitted a peep of the whistle before whooshing steam. Strange city or no, it was home for Percy and he intended to get his work done.
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@alwaysuseful / starter call
—✕ █ ▌By now he’s grown ACCUSTOMED to the strangeness of the island, just as he’s found himself comfortable in the city of before. Even so, every so often, something slips through the cracks, be it because of his exhausted or distracted state, or simply because he truly has found himself at a LOSS for words; there are infinite universes. Struggling to understand another would happen eventually.
Loghain sighs with a slump, CAREFUL hands unwrapping the sandwich Gaster packed for him, so careful and meticulous as he removes it from checkered cloth with hungering hands. A hard day has left him starving ( and being a Warden, it means too that he can consume twice as much as the average human ) and it seems as if the sandwich is only the tip of the iceberg. A thermos of hot stew — a cold salad — cake and cookies — — Maker’s breath, whatever he did last night absolutely entranced Gaster.
Leaning against ( what he assumes to be! ) an art installation, he bites into the thick, slightly toasted bread, layers of four different meats and cheeses lightly crisped, and a sweet and tangy sauce mixed in — — ahh!! He taught Gaster well. Eyes roll to the back of his head as he takes in the sensation of taste, in the back of his throat a husky, PLEASANT sound and then ——–
The train his shoulder braces against MOVES.
❝Ah?? P-PARDON ME…?❞
Well, this is new.
Days went by, and they were enjoyable enough. Percy liked to take the occasional break, having found the pleasure in not needing to work all day every day like he had known back home. Having ‘understood’ the island to the best of his abilities, the job as a mail carrier was simple and he did well with making deliveries. And having a scheduled break! He could watch the world go by, as he often does. He’s a bit surprised when the man leaned into him, the other being strongly built. It is quite a bit of weight on Percy, considering he is smaller in size than normal.
The small engine moves just a bit and gives a friendly greeting.
“Hi! My name’s Percy. That food smells fantastic. I bet whoever made it is a really good cook!”
He looks at the other and his smile fades a bit. Judging from what Percy is assuming is surprise or shock, he’s quick to apologize. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you or give you a mean surprise.” He quickly readjusts and stays as still as he can.
“You can continue to lean on me as you eat your lunch! I won’t mind at all. People usually tell me when they’re going to lean on me.”
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“I don’t think so. It takes a lot of guts to forgive someone who has done something nasty to you. It shows what a good per– train you are.”
“Thank you! I do think people should strive to be good and to be the best they can. I’m guessing we must both be good people and engines.”
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“That’s not rude, that’s just downright horrible.”
“I guess that is downright horrible. Maybe I’ve been too forgiving of people.”
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“I can’t imagine a rude train.”
“But some of them are very, very rude! One of them even tried to trick me into thinking I had no friends.”
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James just snorted over Percy’s question and replied in a rude manner:
“Oh just shut up and be of use for once Little Percy! I am leaving these ones so you should be a few new ones to my train! Now do it quickly for I am nearly late as it is!“
While letting off steam out of sheer frustration.
“...I don’t recall asking you for your opinion on my usefulness.” Nevertheless he would go and do as needed.
“You’re such a fright, no wonder you work with freight!”
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“I like this art!”
“But how can I show my love for this piece??? Hmmmm….”
PRESENTING:
“Who knew it was so simple to show my appreciation!?”
“Truly a most ingenious way of showing my love for these artists…..”
Please reblog the artwork if you enjoy it! It helps artists to get noticed and encourages creativity!
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Congrats you killed Percy. His only crime was trying to enjoy a lemonade while walking along the beach.
This is actually just my part of a group collab.