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@8bitracingking
Where is everybody anyway? This place is deader than disco.
turbotheghostboyâ:
âFelix ainât the boss of you,â retorted Turbo. âEven if you leave and heâs not happy, you didnât do nothinâ wrong. If both of us wash our hands and keep a few feet apart, weâll be fine. Felix is kinda going overboard about his fear of this virus, in my humble opinion.â
âHow am I suddenly the goodie-two-shoes?â Modless remarked with a snort. But he contemplated the kidâs statement.
âI mean on one hand itâs his game Iâm living in and the nicelanders are just starting to opt to ignore my existence instead of shoot me dirty looks and gossip about me every time that I leave the apartment.â He muttered to himself. â....but on the other hand, if I was gonna catch the virus itâd probably be in the Game Central Station and not some quarantined instance of Sugar Rush. And itâs been, like, over a year since Iâve gone game jumping. And he probably wonât even notice Iâm gone unless I get back past sundown.â
After a few moments he shrugged. âAh what the heck, Iâm already here anyway. Sure, Iâll stay for dinner.â
BlusAuto shop .
the3musesanglena-lucinda-markusâ:
There was a mini crash and sound that was lue voice say she was there and as she came out deshived from working on somthing ,oil on her and more black soot across her nose she then fixes her bangs and sighs with a kind look and a am-sorry-for-being-loud,-swearing-again face,as she heads over quickly while talkingââGâday ere,and ahh nah no problems justâŠââas she then eyes the backââ somthin not workin right,but ah ya i know and sorry for the swearinâŠââshe gave a rool of the eyes and smiles in a sheepish way.
She then sighs and leans on the counterââso any thing you want to upgrade before the racin starts?.or check over?.. ââlue knows that she wants there cars in top shape even if they had been checked over ,lue loved cars,and working with any mechinal job.
She breathed it,and now she was quite content there as she had a very thick australian accent on her,she was very quirky as well and a little clumsy but she allways make due on everything,even if it was a odd way around getting it done.
She was also glad to help and was a big personalty spark in the game,and she was like a mother hen sometimes as well.
Turbo raised an eyebrow at the sound of something crashing though otherwise ignored whatever destruction was going on out of sight. He chuckled a little at her sheepishness. âHey, as long as none of the players hear you having a bad time of things it doesnât really matter.â
He hummed as he considered her offer. âI mean, as fun as upgrades are itâd be pretty unsporting of me to start the day off with one when the other racers donât. Weâll save that for the players.â
âHonestly though, you need any help with what youâre working on? Thereâs still a bit of time before the arcade opens and I wouldnât mind lending a hand.âÂ
BlusAuto shop .
the3musesanglena-lucinda-markusâ:
Light grew over the game arcade shop,threw the windows and on to the gaming platforms as morning came.
In one of the gaming arcade consol boxes , a mini shop in turbotime was off in the left side of the racing tracks,in behind it was a junkyard,but that didnâtstops the swearing in the shop as a short female coming out with oil across her freckled nose and cheeks,she looked pissed off.
Her project she was working on had boke a coil and now needed a new one,she sighs and rubs the brigde of her nose,she then heads backin sdie ,ready to get though to the back to find a coil once more.
Lucinda was her name but her nicknames was blu or lue ,she had super long thick hair up in a pony tail,she wasnât girly,a tank top with some mechnic oil spill on it,thick work pants and boots,and gloves she had a par of speical googles around her neck for close up tiny fixes she wasnât slim she was a bit on the thick side,and curvy.
Now looking over seeing the light coming in she smiles big, it was shop time,she rushes over to get ready and fixes her face up with a cloth and her gaze deep blue and bright like how blue sonic the heghog was.
Lue was ecited to get people playing her mini games and up grading there cars, and when all was said and done after hours she can even fix up the damage to the racers get into.
@8bitracingking
Turbo was leaning against the hood of his car chatting about nothing with his rivals Jet and Boost as he waited for the arcade to open when the sound cussing in the distance interrupted conversation. There was collective eye rolling as the boys listened in on the mechanicâs frustration for a few seconds.
âOh dear,â Boost broke the silence between the three racers first as an sympathetic (and maybe just slightly amused) smile tugged at the corner of his lips. âIt sounds like Lue is having some trouble.â
Jet looked far less amused, glancing between the mechanicâs workshop and the screen in the sky that let them see into the playerâs world. âWhat a fine time for that. The arcadeâs gonna open soon and if anyone hears her language coming from our âkid friendlyâ game-â
âOh donât get your undies in a twist.â Turbo jabbed Jet in the ribs with his elbow, smirking playfully as the blue racerâs scowl deepened. âRelax. Iâll go talk to Lue. Really, donât blow a gasket. Weâve got time before the arcade opens.â
Jet gave Turbo a helpful shove in the direction of the workshop and Turbo turned around to send the L sign back at the second place racer. The blue racer responded with a raspberry and the red racer laughed. With a roll of his eyes Jet disengaged and went back to chatting with his twin. Feeling victorious Turbo strutted to the mechanicâs workshop with his head held high.
He rapped loudly on the workshopâs door before letting himself in. âHey Lue, where you at?â He called into the shop, looking around for where the mechanic might be. âDid something break? We could hear you having trouble all the way from the race track!â
turbotheghostboyâ:
âI was exaggerating.â Turbo raised his brows. âI take it thatâs a no, then?â
âMeh...â Modless crossed his arms while his face scrunched up in thought. In the past heâd been almost entirely about rebellion, but over the last year heâd been on his best behavior. His track record had been pretty darn good in his opinion, all things considering. â.... now Iâm not one to turn down free food normally, but if Felix knows about the virus going around and notices Iâm missing heâs really not gonna be happy with me.â
Long live classic games!
Oh, yeah!! Theseâa new fangled games have gotâa lot of thanking to do to us old timers!
Honestly, where would most of them be without standing on the shoulders of us giants?Â
turbotheghostboyâ:
âNormally Iâd agree, but with you disconnected from the antivirusâŠI dunno.â Turbo shrugged. âBut hey, âs not like I can do anything about that.â Offering to help Modless was usually a losing battle. âSince youâre here, though, want to stay for dinner? Felix wonât mind. But, uh, heâll probably make you wash your hands twenty times.â
âIâll be fine. Iâve been without an antivirus for nearly two decades and none of the virus outbreaks in the interim have managed to kill me.â He dismissed the otherâs concern easily. He winced with a chagrinned expression as he added, â.... Though I really should head back and hide away until this stupid outbreak is over. Cripes, and just when I finally got out for once.â
âIf something didnât come off the first time I washed it, why would the next nineteen times make much of a difference?â Modless mused, shaking his head.
turbotheghostboyâ:
âThatâs good? Itâs a step up from last time we met, anyway.â Turbo frowned, less than reassured. âBut donât you think you oughtta get coded in somewhere â somewhere with virus protection? No offense, but Turbos like you and me, with our code so full of holes it looks like Swiss cheese, gotta be careful around viruses. What would the world do without us, right?â
âWell uh, you know...â Modless scratched the back of his neck in nervous habit with one hand while his other hand flitted through the air unhelpfully as he searched for words. It wasnât often in the past that he completely clammed up, but it took almost a solid minute of floundering before he cleared his throat and continued. âArcades can be pretty ah... conservative communities. Nobody in my arcade even knows anything about working with code.... or at least if they do know they keep it tight under wraps. After all âthe devs made everything perfectly and any sprite worth a quarter knows better than to mess with what how things are coded.â So, modding is just asking to get your game unplugged and your deviant self game overâd for good.â
Modless rolled his eyes a bit and gave Turbo a world weary glance. âObviously none of them have ever walked into a Bethesda game. But even if theyâre wrong, itâs best not to rock the boat with the home crowd. Iâve already upset everyoneâs sensitivities enough over the years. Besides, Fix-It Felix Jr isnât exactly a particularly dangerous game to live in. Being hard coded into the place isnât a necessity.â
turbotheghostboyâ:
âBack? Oh, so youâve got a home base now? Somewhere youâre coded into?â They had coded Modless into Sugar Rush a while ago, but that was only for a few weeks, while he was recovering; after that, heâd been decoded and was left to roam once more. Turbo would be surprised if Modless really had found a base â he was a drifter type of guy â but coded into someplace with an antivirus was the best place to be right now.
âEh....â The man managed to look a bit bashful at the line of questioning and raised his hand to wobble it in the universal symbol for so-so. âIâm not coded in, I just... live there.â
The words foreign and bitter on his tongue and Modless couldnât help frowning. But with a shrug he moved on. âAnyway, I doubt Iâve picked up anything. Iâve only been out of my arcade a couple of hours. I havenât even been anywhere.â
turbotheghostboyâ:
Turbo smirked his lopsided smirk. âItâs kinda weird for me to think of myself that way, but yeah, compared to other Turbos, Iâm the best of the bunch. But Iâm not grounded. Itâs this new virus thatâs been spreading everywhere â havenât you heard of it? CRoWN19? Sprites all over the place have been getting sick, some corrupted for good. Thereâs only a couple confirmed cases in this arcade, none here in Sugar Rush, but the grownups wonât let me out because Iâm code-damaged and Iâm more susceptible to that stuff.â
âI ah-â Modless winced at the information. â....er. No, I hadnât heard about that. Havenât gotten out in a while, actually.â
He let out an annoyed huff of air and glared at nothing in particular. âGo figure that now Iâm finally out and about, that thereâs something nasty going around. I should probably head back sooner rather than later.â
turbotheghostboyâ:
âWeâre pretty good,â said Turbo with a shrug. âEverybodyâs game is still going strong. Weâre lucky, I guessâŠI heard about some other Sugar Rush, their steering wheel broke or something, but it was because the Vanellope or somebody tried to create a new track in the middle of a quarter alert! Honestly, can you imagine being that stupid?â
He shook his head.
âYou know, Iâm glad you stopped by. Iâve been dying of boredom here. The grownups wonât let me leave the game, not even to go to Fix-It Felix Jr. Iâve been stuck here for nearly two weeks already. So itâs nice that some entertainment came to me!â
If nothing else, Modless was certainly that: entertaining.
His face scrunched up and he hissed a breath through his teeth, just wincing at the thought. Modless found himself at a loss for words. âCripes.... Why would-? Who would even-? During a quarter alert? For real?â
After a moment of being flabbergasted he simply changed subjects. âYeah, I feel you kid. Being grounded gets pretty boring, but at least youâre stuck in a big game.â He glanced around the game wistfully, imagining the confines of a much smaller prison for a moment. Then he looked the teenager up and down in confusion. âWhatâd you even do to get into trouble? You always seemed kind of a goody two shoes.â
 turbotheghostboyâ:
Turbo shrugged. âYou couldâve left a note or something. But I get it. AnywayâŠwhat brings you to this neckâa the woods? You obviously didnât come to see me, since you didnât even recognize me at first.â Which was a little annoying, he had to admit. Not that he and Modless had ever been bestest buds, but still, you think heâd remember the guy who saved his frigginâ life.
âIt was a joke. Of course I recognized you. Give me some credit here, my memory isnât that bad.â Modless quipped with a roll of his eyes.Â
âHonestly, I would have visited sooner, but life got kinda.... ehh.... complicated? Yeah, complicated.â The ex-racer grimaced a bit before shrugging, opting not to share what that was suppose to mean. âAnyway, you know the old saying- Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I bet you guys missed me. Admit it, I spiced things up in that diabetes dream.â
âHowâs your little family doing, anyway? Heroâs Duty still plugged in? I know the one in my arcade is pretty popular with the players. I'd imagine that the Fix-It Felix Jr and Sugar Rush here are doing fine too.â
turbotheghostboyâ:
âOther kiddie versions? Are there more? I never thought there were other Turbos as young as meâŠâ
He shook it off. âAnyway, yeah, Iâd say we know each other pretty well. Remember when you got sick with that nasty Trojan? And I helped patch you up but I got the flu? You were hanging around in the castle in my Sugar Rush for a couple months, but after that you headed off and just kinda disappeared. Given all the times youâve gotten into trouble, I was sorta wonderinâ if something happened.â
âKid, Iâve met Turbos that are the same age as the Sugar Rush racers. You might be on the younger end of the spectrum, but your age range isnât wildly uncommon to run into.â Modlessâ mouth twisted in thought. âThough most Turbos do look a fair few years older than yourself. Itâs actually kinda weird running into a Turbo thatâs not significantly younger than me, physically.â
He couldnât help snorting and raising a brow at the otherâs concern. âCâmon Mac, I know I told you I hate doing goodbyes. You canât tell me that you didnât know I was gonna disappear once I had the chance.â
Golly gosh, if I didnât let the dust build up in here. Does anyone even know who I am anymore? Oh who am I kidding, everyone knows who I am. The real question is can I still remember who any of you people are?
Câmon now, donât be shy. Drop over and say hello, Iâm sure Iâll recognize one of you people eventually.
âWait, youâre actually here? Dude, I thought you were dead.â
âYouâre one of the kiddie versions of me. And from the familiarity youâre speaking with, youâd better be the one I actually bothered hanging out with and not just a particularly bold brat.â The adult Turboâs eyes narrowed as he studied his younger counterpartâs form up and down for a minute. With a huff and a roll of his eyes he concluded that yes, this teenager he did know fairly well.
âItâs nice to see you too.â He commented dryly. âBut Heavens ta Betsy, does everyone have to jump to the conclusion that a guyâs dead the second he wanders out of their sight? Iâve been around nearly 40 years and Iâm starting to get tired of people gawking at the sight of me like Iâm a ghost year after year.â
Golly gosh, if I didnât let the dust build up in here. Does anyone even know who I am anymore? Oh who am I kidding, everyone knows who I am. The real question is can I still remember who any of you people are?
Câmon now, donât be shy. Drop over and say hello, Iâm sure Iâll recognize one of you people eventually.
(( Buh-Bye ))
(( Wow I havenât been around here in a long time. Forgot how long. Yikes. Four months?
Sorry about the stretch of absence, but lately things have gotten hectic for me. Got a new job (which sucks a bag of dicks), got back into Pokemon yet again and am waiting impatiently for the new set of games to come out this Friday, and when Iâm not too exhausted from work or the pokemon craze I tend to spend my remaining time winding down on guild wars 2.
So uh... That hasnât exactly left much room for RPing as Turbo. Iâd say âthis isnât a shut down of the blogâ, but Iâd be lying through my teeth if I said I was coming back anytime soon.
So! Basically Iâve quit. This blog will still be around, but god knows when the next time I use it will be. Or if Iâll ever even come back again. Not gonna lie, the last time I even thought about the character was in brief passing the day before Halloween which has been special to me as âhappy Modless is dead dayâ ever since that one time where I slaughtered my muse on tumblr.
So yeah. Dead muse, dead blog. To the people who have my discord, see ya around. And to those that donât so long folks!Â
tl;dr goodbyeeee~ ))
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