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@aftcrpast
Framtid - Tanner - Stanley
He Who Speaks The Future is a roleplay account ran by @theyashirocommission and features three characters previously mentioned. To start an RP with me, just send an Ask or join in an open start and we can shoot from there! Or just send an ask for the sake of sending an ask, be it asking Framtid if he knows how to cook or Tanner how long he's been working in the office. PLEASE CHECK THE RP TAGS FOR THE ACTIVE CHARACTERS
Decorations line the walls of the office, more specifically, they are all focused around Desk 296 and the door to Office 295. Framtid's down at the office again, balancing on a spinny chair to try and tape a banner to the ceiling while Stanley watches in empty amusement, holding a cake. That's when the two hear footsteps coming their direction, along with two very clueless voices.
"I wonder who set up these decorations, never seen the office adorned like this" "Maybe its related to Stan? Dont know, Framtid never really does anything" Miguel and Tanner talk to each other down the hall.
Stanley tugs at the edge of Framtid's vest to get his attention, which is enough to distract him and cause him to fall into the desk in front of him, stabbing his stomach with the terminal on the desk there. Stanley just looks away like this wasnt his fault. As a response to the set of loud noises, Tanner and Miguel rush over, and by the time Framtid finally got up to look at Stanley the two had finally turned the corner.
Stanley stood there awkwardly before grinning and showing the cake to the two of them. Framtid, in his attempt to get up to congratulate the boys, fell off the desk this time face first onto the floor. And though seeing him scramble to get up was a bit funny, he quickly regained himself and exclaimed "Happy birthday you two!" He exclaims
The two birthday boys stare at each other before they just start cackling. "So thats what it was!" "Ay dios mio I cant believe we didnt realize" As the two laugh, Stanley cuts out two pieces of cake to hand to them. "It may not be much, and maybe if you weren't stuck in the story you could have a better birthday, but I still wanted to do something for you both!" Framtid tells, grabbing two gifts from the hammer space in his hair.
To Tanner, he gifts a black and blue electric guitar that when the light hits in the right angles reveals silver arrow engravings. On the side of the guitar, it has engraved "TANNER SHIHOUIN - 295". And to Miguel, a leather journal with similar arrow engravings but without color, paired with a fountain pen in a nice neat box.
Stanley rolls his eyes, mouthing the word "showoff" at Framtid, who just hits him in the back of the head lightly. The two boys so gently put their gifts aside before bringing Framtid in for a hug. This is the best birthday they've ever had, and they wish it would last forever.
happy birthday to these losers
[ open starter ]
There is a man, in front of the man is a desk, on top of that desk is a small fake Christmas tree. He's humming carols as he puts small yellow and purple ornaments on it. It was none other than Framtid, mayhaps he might no longer be in his comfortable office but he still has a desk to decorate, and he'll be damned if he doesn't.
It's been a while since anything interesting has happened, so he's doing what he can. There are small gifts wrapped under said tree, for people he likes, some are clearly things like mugs, while there is also the damned slab of a box resting against his desk. A bunch of papers are scattered around his workspace, alongside his notebook, and some Christmas storybooks, he must've been writing stories.
Really, he has one wish for this festive season, for someone to show up and let him tell a nice little winter story in this place, to have a reason to spice up the place for the holidays. He's not going to say he doesn't miss narrating, but he definitely does, but well, what with Stanley being somewhere resting up after a series of unfortunate events happened to him, and the Shihouins being god knows where, he's a bit stranded when it comes to a protagonist.
He hums as he puts up the star on the tiny tree, a small, LED light up star his beloved son gave him last week, as a "truce" gift he said, but honestly Framtid knows he just wanted to give him something for his very sad looking fake tree. So there he is, calmly spending time in his chair, looking at his tree, doing absolutely nothing.
"I'm sorry." Avon quietly whimpers to Framtid, having just bumped into him by mistake. "I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I didn't mean to walk into you."
[ Avon for Framtid / @reubyrp ]
Framtid flinched, accidentally dropping the clipboard in his hands as he did. He blinked himself back to reality as he heard the apology. "Ah its.. Its alright, just uhm, keep an eye out next time." Spoke the narrator quietly, there was an odd, starry-like look to his hair, which almost seemed to defy gravity.
Yet a blink would show that it might've been a trick of the light. He picked up the clipboard again, tapping it twice with the back of his pen as he watched it turn into sand. "What brings you here? It's certainly been a while since any character has been here." He chuckles.
The space around them lights up, its an office, kind of dusty and definitely old technology, but it has a charm. A yellow line™ is painted across the floor. "Oh didn't I tell you to go." Muttered the narrator as he stepped on the line™, which... moved? It moved away and then it was gone, thats weird.
"Nonetheless, It's my pleasure to have you here uh..." He quickly checks his clipboard. "Avon, correct? Yes, it's my pleasure to have you here Avon. I am the Narrator of this story, which, hum, at the moment lacks my main character who is... Somewhere." He looks around, where is Stanley? Good question.
Avon stumbles back form Framtid, looking up at him. He thought he saw movement in his hair- but he wasn't sure if he was seeing things incorrectly.
"Oh, I'm-" Avon stops speaking as he looks around the place. This office reminds him a lot of his former home in the nuclear facility. Lots of old tech, the smell of old dust. Although, this office is certainly much brighter colour-wise. "I think I'm lost. I don't know where I am nor how I got here."
Avon watched as The Line™ this taller man trod on quickly moved away until it disappeared. He's never seen anything like this before. That was just a generic painted line, right? How did it move? There's something strange going on here.
"A narrator of a story?" He repeats, confused by what this means. "I met someone else before, by the name of Payday- well, that's what she called herself. She said she was a narrator too." For a moment, he pauses to reanalyse what Payday had said in hopes it would give him some context into what a Narrator really was. Nothing showed up.
"Would you mind telling me what a Narrator is? Do you tell stories in physical places such as this office? Who do you tell them to? And who is your main character?"
"Ah it happens to everyone at least once. I think" Framtid chuckles, proceeding to scribble down notes in his clipboard. The name PayDay certainly makes him curious though. "Payday? How odd, I've never met anyone by that name. And I know a lot of other storytellers..."
Framtid huhs quietly, then he's asked what a narrator is, which seems to spark some stars in his baby blue eyes. "Oh! I'd be delighted!" He smiles "Every Narrator has an office, they're all different but based on the same thing. Some even choose to branch out of the office and use all sorts of scenarios instead!"
"We all have a character we tell our stories to, in my case it would be the Shihouin Twins and Stanley, but for the moment neither of them seem to be around." He looks around again, sighing. "Nevertheless, sometimes the characters are accompanied, or sometimes theres an outer force watching. Thats who we write our stories to."
Framtid scribbles once again on the clipboard before showing the little doodles to Avon. On the top of the page is a set of strong looking men, around their 20s-30s, interacting with each other in a brotherly bond. Beside them they are labeled "Tanner & Miguel Shihouin." They both have badges, the number #295 and #296 on them
Below them, is a full body scribble of a young looking man with the slightest of stubble sitting unamused with a bucket right beside him. He's labeled "#427 Stanley Parable". "These are my lovely characters. Say hello to them" He chuckles. The drawings blink awake and they wave. Tanner immediately falling out of view as Miguel waves excitedly and Stanley signs hello.
He listens closely to Framtid explaining what Framtid does as a Narrator, making mental notes on points that interest him. Avon has always found story telling interesting. Like visual arts can be, writing was often a view into the author soul- at least, that's what he's learned from some of his 4000 plus reading catalogue.
Avon's attention is caught by the drawings Framtid made on his clipboard. Avon considers them to be very sweet drawings- and then, they move. That's not real, right? Avon leans closer, squinting his eyes to see the drawings move. He's surprised when he sees Miguel wave to him. He nervously waves back and signs hello back to Stanley. He's never seen technology like this before, and this interests him further.
"How do you narrate if your subjects are currently missing? Avon asks, tilting his head in a curious manner. "Do you need someone to Narrate to? I would be interested to learn more about Narrators, and my daddy told me that learning from experience is the best way to train my system."
Tanner had climbed back into view as Avon greeted them back, he greeted back too with a bright smile. Then Framtid's focus was lost as a question was asked about his characters, causing the drawings to freeze in place. The narrator chuckles nervously "Ah well I.. I really haven't told a story in a while without them."
"I've been trying to write new stories for them but I just cant create something as lively as stories with them." He sighs. Then he listened, he turned, his bright blue eyes blinking softly with a little glimmer. "I.. Well, if you'd like to participate in a story i'd be delighted!" He smiles.
That sight of his hair flowing again, glittering, its back with his joy. It also feels like the office flickers back to full power. The lights get brighter, the terminals on the desks turn on, doors open, the office breathes again. "I'd be delighted if you let me walk you through the first draft of Stanley's Parable." He chuckles
"I'm sorry." Avon quietly whimpers to Framtid, having just bumped into him by mistake. "I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I didn't mean to walk into you."
[ Avon for Framtid / @reubyrp ]
Framtid flinched, accidentally dropping the clipboard in his hands as he did. He blinked himself back to reality as he heard the apology. "Ah its.. Its alright, just uhm, keep an eye out next time." Spoke the narrator quietly, there was an odd, starry-like look to his hair, which almost seemed to defy gravity.
Yet a blink would show that it might've been a trick of the light. He picked up the clipboard again, tapping it twice with the back of his pen as he watched it turn into sand. "What brings you here? It's certainly been a while since any character has been here." He chuckles.
The space around them lights up, its an office, kind of dusty and definitely old technology, but it has a charm. A yellow line™ is painted across the floor. "Oh didn't I tell you to go." Muttered the narrator as he stepped on the line™, which... moved? It moved away and then it was gone, thats weird.
"Nonetheless, It's my pleasure to have you here uh..." He quickly checks his clipboard. "Avon, correct? Yes, it's my pleasure to have you here Avon. I am the Narrator of this story, which, hum, at the moment lacks my main character who is... Somewhere." He looks around, where is Stanley? Good question.
Avon stumbles back form Framtid, looking up at him. He thought he saw movement in his hair- but he wasn't sure if he was seeing things incorrectly.
"Oh, I'm-" Avon stops speaking as he looks around the place. This office reminds him a lot of his former home in the nuclear facility. Lots of old tech, the smell of old dust. Although, this office is certainly much brighter colour-wise. "I think I'm lost. I don't know where I am nor how I got here."
Avon watched as The Line™ this taller man trod on quickly moved away until it disappeared. He's never seen anything like this before. That was just a generic painted line, right? How did it move? There's something strange going on here.
"A narrator of a story?" He repeats, confused by what this means. "I met someone else before, by the name of Payday- well, that's what she called herself. She said she was a narrator too." For a moment, he pauses to reanalyse what Payday had said in hopes it would give him some context into what a Narrator really was. Nothing showed up.
"Would you mind telling me what a Narrator is? Do you tell stories in physical places such as this office? Who do you tell them to? And who is your main character?"
"Ah it happens to everyone at least once. I think" Framtid chuckles, proceeding to scribble down notes in his clipboard. The name PayDay certainly makes him curious though. "Payday? How odd, I've never met anyone by that name. And I know a lot of other storytellers..."
Framtid huhs quietly, then he's asked what a narrator is, which seems to spark some stars in his baby blue eyes. "Oh! I'd be delighted!" He smiles "Every Narrator has an office, they're all different but based on the same thing. Some even choose to branch out of the office and use all sorts of scenarios instead!"
"We all have a character we tell our stories to, in my case it would be the Shihouin Twins and Stanley, but for the moment neither of them seem to be around." He looks around again, sighing. "Nevertheless, sometimes the characters are accompanied, or sometimes theres an outer force watching. Thats who we write our stories to."
Framtid scribbles once again on the clipboard before showing the little doodles to Avon. On the top of the page is a set of strong looking men, around their 20s-30s, interacting with each other in a brotherly bond. Beside them they are labeled "Tanner & Miguel Shihouin." They both have badges, the number #295 and #296 on them
Below them, is a full body scribble of a young looking man with the slightest of stubble sitting unamused with a bucket right beside him. He's labeled "#427 Stanley Parable". "These are my lovely characters. Say hello to them" He chuckles. The drawings blink awake and they wave. Tanner immediately falling out of view as Miguel waves excitedly and Stanley signs hello.
"I'm sorry." Avon quietly whimpers to Framtid, having just bumped into him by mistake. "I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing. I didn't mean to walk into you."
[ Avon for Framtid / @reubyrp ]
Framtid flinched, accidentally dropping the clipboard in his hands as he did. He blinked himself back to reality as he heard the apology. "Ah its.. Its alright, just uhm, keep an eye out next time." Spoke the narrator quietly, there was an odd, starry-like look to his hair, which almost seemed to defy gravity.
Yet a blink would show that it might've been a trick of the light. He picked up the clipboard again, tapping it twice with the back of his pen as he watched it turn into sand. "What brings you here? It's certainly been a while since any character has been here." He chuckles.
The space around them lights up, its an office, kind of dusty and definitely old technology, but it has a charm. A yellow line™ is painted across the floor. "Oh didn't I tell you to go." Muttered the narrator as he stepped on the line™, which... moved? It moved away and then it was gone, thats weird.
"Nonetheless, It's my pleasure to have you here uh..." He quickly checks his clipboard. "Avon, correct? Yes, it's my pleasure to have you here Avon. I am the Narrator of this story, which, hum, at the moment lacks my main character who is... Somewhere." He looks around, where is Stanley? Good question.
the stanley parable + text.
*a sheet of paper comes out of a nearby printer* Hi whoever this reaches! I have cool printer talking powers now, but I don’t know how to send it to specific people. Anyways, does anyone know how to swim? Because I found the ultimate pool and I want some friends to come enjoy it! If not, that’s okay. To reply, uh, just talk into the printer, I think that’s how it works.
-Tiny
@the-paper-narrator
"Yo Framtid check this out! The printer printed something!" Exclaimed Miguel toward the very tired looking man in the corner of the room, who knew that two spanish-speaking brothers would be so tiring to watch after. "Thats.. What Printers do, Miguel." "Yeah I know but look its like, talking to us! Ven mira esto!"
A defeated sigh comes from Framtid as he walks toward the printer and sees it, upon reading the text he is left very confused, but attempts talking to it. "Well, uh, printer person, yeah, everyone in this office is pretty decent at swimming, even though not all of us like it"
Framtid jolts when he feels a heavy hand on his shoulder, calloused and strong "I knew you were kinda delulu but not this much!" Chuckled out Tanner as his brother laughed too, all both gained was a slap on the wrist from Framtid.
Thud. 🎭 groans from the unceremonious fall in his face, feathered wings ruffling indignantly. He takes inventory of everything- wings unhurt, no injuries except for some bruising- and slowly starts to sit up, frowning.
There is someone staring at 🎭. He stands there quietly, before the voice of the Narrator, that being his own, speaks out. "Uh? May I ask what you are doing in my Parable?" Asks Framtid, quietly shifting where he stands. His one visible blue eye casts a soft gaze upon the other guy here.
He's very tall, absurdly tall for a human (If he counts as one) "I didn't plan to have any visits today.." He quietly extends his hand to help up the other guy.
🎭 huffs, taking the hand to pull himself up to standing. He frowns at Framtid, annoyed by his unprompted traveling. “This is your place? Well, it’s a bit shaky.”
🎭’s wings flutter proudly as he points to himself. “I’m a dimensional traveler. There’s a lot of weak spots, noticed them when I was heading over this place to try and get to another.”
His eyes flicker around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He wipes his hands off on his pants, adjusting his satchel and leaning down to gather the contents of it, which had spilled with his fall. “One wrong step and I fell in here.”
"Well there's a lot of ways into this place. It's not exactly the most stable to be fair." Framtid chuckles as he takes out a notebook from hammer space. "I dont think I've seen you before.." He's speaking more quietly to himself now, flipping the pages of the notebook as he searches through its pages, eventually closing it after taking one out.
"I dont have much to present but if you'd like I can take you through one of my stories, its the easiest way out." He talks softly as he stares, pushing his glasses onto his face properly. "Plus I'd get to narrate! I haven't narrated in a while so it'd be lovely to do that again" He's definitely doing his best to not be awkward
🎭 sighs, running a hand down his face.
“⌇⎍⋏ ⏃⋏⎅ ⋔⍜⍜⋏. Alright! Why not.”
Finishing scooping all of his things back into his satchel, some which look alien and unfamiliar, he slips the strap off his shoulder and shoves it into hammerspace, a bit disgruntled.
“If there’s other people here, at least I can write down their stories in my journal.”
He grabs the journal in mention out of hammerspace, a leather covered journal that looks well used.
“Can you interest me in yours?
"Oh- Oh my story? Well my personal story is not the most interesting, but those that I create and allow those in my offices to experience have been described as enjoyable." Framtid chuckles nervously as he reads something on the page he's holding before speaking again. "But, nonetheless. I cannot deny a story to someone looking for one."
"The parable you stand in, it's the story of a man named Stanley, and of a pair of twins named Miguel and Tanner Shihouin." Framtid takes a deep breath, from the page, a dark purple starry void covers his hands, before covering his entire body. "Allow me." He bows slightly before this form disappears.
The office lights flicker on, and multiple doors open, the closed window blinds open to reveal a white void outside and the computers turn on. The space around 🎭 changes until he is standing in an office, the door to the rest of the building open. "Stanley was like any other, maybe less considering his lack of intellect. But nonetheless, he was a wonderful worker, and he knew this, after all it had been a while since he begun playing the stories this Narrator showed him through."
Framtid's voice had no source, like it was directly in one's head, like a proper Narrator. Oh how he had missed this. "Once again, he stepped out of his office, wondering what story he will play today." If 🎭 were to follow the story, he'd be walked through a calm story, if he didn't, Framtid's inability to improvise despite being able to see the future would become very clear.
🎭 sticks his tongue out in concentration, writing in his journal. He raises an eyebrow. “Humans, yes? Do they have enough enrichment in their enclosure? They’re very social animals, can die without proper social interaction.”
"You'd find that human people don't like being spoken to like they are animals. It is dehumanizing. I certainly don't like it." Framtid huffs as the story pulls 🎭 out of the office and along the path. "My story and my parable is fine, my protagonist like it and so does anyone that comes through here."
The office changes slightly to adapt to 🎭's presence. "And if you continue speaking about humans like if they are simple dumb animals, I may not answer your questions." You'll find an indignated narrator is one of the hardest people to speak with, if they feel like they dont like something well good luck, most of the time you're at their mercy.
"Not all humans are social. I wasn't, I certainly am not now. My son prefers to keep to himself as well and so does Stanley. They interact if interact with but won't do it themselves. My stories are enough to keep anyone entertained and you can't even tell when its been a year."
🎭 shrugs. “Well, they might not be on the same level as other animals, but nonetheless, they are classified in the kingdom of Animalia under their own system.”
His wings flap slightly as he adjusts his mask. Narrators are so hard to deal with. “I do recognize that they have higher intelligence than most animals, however the ways they often treat their own kind? Excuse me for saying it’s a bit horrific.”
"Yes, it is horrific. However I'd still rather you do not speak of human beings like that around me or my protagonists. I am also human, partly." Framtid huffs "There's worse things that what humans can do to their own kind. You just dont know who can do them. But it's not humans"
The Narrator takes in a deep breath before speaking again. "Keep speaking of all humans like theyre wild animals and that all of them kill people and I'll answer none of your questions or show you the way out." One thing Framtid hates is generalization, his Stanley and Tanner have never done anything bad, he cant know about Miguel since he doesn't know that one too well but it cant have been that bad
Thud. 🎭 groans from the unceremonious fall in his face, feathered wings ruffling indignantly. He takes inventory of everything- wings unhurt, no injuries except for some bruising- and slowly starts to sit up, frowning.
There is someone staring at 🎭. He stands there quietly, before the voice of the Narrator, that being his own, speaks out. "Uh? May I ask what you are doing in my Parable?" Asks Framtid, quietly shifting where he stands. His one visible blue eye casts a soft gaze upon the other guy here.
He's very tall, absurdly tall for a human (If he counts as one) "I didn't plan to have any visits today.." He quietly extends his hand to help up the other guy.
🎭 huffs, taking the hand to pull himself up to standing. He frowns at Framtid, annoyed by his unprompted traveling. “This is your place? Well, it’s a bit shaky.”
🎭’s wings flutter proudly as he points to himself. “I’m a dimensional traveler. There’s a lot of weak spots, noticed them when I was heading over this place to try and get to another.”
His eyes flicker around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He wipes his hands off on his pants, adjusting his satchel and leaning down to gather the contents of it, which had spilled with his fall. “One wrong step and I fell in here.”
"Well there's a lot of ways into this place. It's not exactly the most stable to be fair." Framtid chuckles as he takes out a notebook from hammer space. "I dont think I've seen you before.." He's speaking more quietly to himself now, flipping the pages of the notebook as he searches through its pages, eventually closing it after taking one out.
"I dont have much to present but if you'd like I can take you through one of my stories, its the easiest way out." He talks softly as he stares, pushing his glasses onto his face properly. "Plus I'd get to narrate! I haven't narrated in a while so it'd be lovely to do that again" He's definitely doing his best to not be awkward
🎭 sighs, running a hand down his face.
“⌇⎍⋏ ⏃⋏⎅ ⋔⍜⍜⋏. Alright! Why not.”
Finishing scooping all of his things back into his satchel, some which look alien and unfamiliar, he slips the strap off his shoulder and shoves it into hammerspace, a bit disgruntled.
“If there’s other people here, at least I can write down their stories in my journal.”
He grabs the journal in mention out of hammerspace, a leather covered journal that looks well used.
“Can you interest me in yours?
"Oh- Oh my story? Well my personal story is not the most interesting, but those that I create and allow those in my offices to experience have been described as enjoyable." Framtid chuckles nervously as he reads something on the page he's holding before speaking again. "But, nonetheless. I cannot deny a story to someone looking for one."
"The parable you stand in, it's the story of a man named Stanley, and of a pair of twins named Miguel and Tanner Shihouin." Framtid takes a deep breath, from the page, a dark purple starry void covers his hands, before covering his entire body. "Allow me." He bows slightly before this form disappears.
The office lights flicker on, and multiple doors open, the closed window blinds open to reveal a white void outside and the computers turn on. The space around 🎭 changes until he is standing in an office, the door to the rest of the building open. "Stanley was like any other, maybe less considering his lack of intellect. But nonetheless, he was a wonderful worker, and he knew this, after all it had been a while since he begun playing the stories this Narrator showed him through."
Framtid's voice had no source, like it was directly in one's head, like a proper Narrator. Oh how he had missed this. "Once again, he stepped out of his office, wondering what story he will play today." If 🎭 were to follow the story, he'd be walked through a calm story, if he didn't, Framtid's inability to improvise despite being able to see the future would become very clear.
🎭 sticks his tongue out in concentration, writing in his journal. He raises an eyebrow. “Humans, yes? Do they have enough enrichment in their enclosure? They’re very social animals, can die without proper social interaction.”
"You'd find that human people don't like being spoken to like they are animals. It is dehumanizing. I certainly don't like it." Framtid huffs as the story pulls 🎭 out of the office and along the path. "My story and my parable is fine, my protagonist like it and so does anyone that comes through here."
The office changes slightly to adapt to 🎭's presence. "And if you continue speaking about humans like if they are simple dumb animals, I may not answer your questions." You'll find an indignated narrator is one of the hardest people to speak with, if they feel like they dont like something well good luck, most of the time you're at their mercy.
"Not all humans are social. I wasn't, I certainly am not now. My son prefers to keep to himself as well and so does Stanley. They interact if interact with but won't do it themselves. My stories are enough to keep anyone entertained and you can't even tell when its been a year."
Thud. 🎭 groans from the unceremonious fall in his face, feathered wings ruffling indignantly. He takes inventory of everything- wings unhurt, no injuries except for some bruising- and slowly starts to sit up, frowning.
There is someone staring at 🎭. He stands there quietly, before the voice of the Narrator, that being his own, speaks out. "Uh? May I ask what you are doing in my Parable?" Asks Framtid, quietly shifting where he stands. His one visible blue eye casts a soft gaze upon the other guy here.
He's very tall, absurdly tall for a human (If he counts as one) "I didn't plan to have any visits today.." He quietly extends his hand to help up the other guy.
🎭 huffs, taking the hand to pull himself up to standing. He frowns at Framtid, annoyed by his unprompted traveling. “This is your place? Well, it’s a bit shaky.”
🎭’s wings flutter proudly as he points to himself. “I’m a dimensional traveler. There’s a lot of weak spots, noticed them when I was heading over this place to try and get to another.”
His eyes flicker around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He wipes his hands off on his pants, adjusting his satchel and leaning down to gather the contents of it, which had spilled with his fall. “One wrong step and I fell in here.”
"Well there's a lot of ways into this place. It's not exactly the most stable to be fair." Framtid chuckles as he takes out a notebook from hammer space. "I dont think I've seen you before.." He's speaking more quietly to himself now, flipping the pages of the notebook as he searches through its pages, eventually closing it after taking one out.
"I dont have much to present but if you'd like I can take you through one of my stories, its the easiest way out." He talks softly as he stares, pushing his glasses onto his face properly. "Plus I'd get to narrate! I haven't narrated in a while so it'd be lovely to do that again" He's definitely doing his best to not be awkward
🎭 sighs, running a hand down his face.
“⌇⎍⋏ ⏃⋏⎅ ⋔⍜⍜⋏. Alright! Why not.”
Finishing scooping all of his things back into his satchel, some which look alien and unfamiliar, he slips the strap off his shoulder and shoves it into hammerspace, a bit disgruntled.
“If there’s other people here, at least I can write down their stories in my journal.”
He grabs the journal in mention out of hammerspace, a leather covered journal that looks well used.
“Can you interest me in yours?
"Oh- Oh my story? Well my personal story is not the most interesting, but those that I create and allow those in my offices to experience have been described as enjoyable." Framtid chuckles nervously as he reads something on the page he's holding before speaking again. "But, nonetheless. I cannot deny a story to someone looking for one."
"The parable you stand in, it's the story of a man named Stanley, and of a pair of twins named Miguel and Tanner Shihouin." Framtid takes a deep breath, from the page, a dark purple starry void covers his hands, before covering his entire body. "Allow me." He bows slightly before this form disappears.
The office lights flicker on, and multiple doors open, the closed window blinds open to reveal a white void outside and the computers turn on. The space around 🎭 changes until he is standing in an office, the door to the rest of the building open. "Stanley was like any other, maybe less considering his lack of intellect. But nonetheless, he was a wonderful worker, and he knew this, after all it had been a while since he begun playing the stories this Narrator showed him through."
Framtid's voice had no source, like it was directly in one's head, like a proper Narrator. Oh how he had missed this. "Once again, he stepped out of his office, wondering what story he will play today." If 🎭 were to follow the story, he'd be walked through a calm story, if he didn't, Framtid's inability to improvise despite being able to see the future would become very clear.
Thud. 🎭 groans from the unceremonious fall in his face, feathered wings ruffling indignantly. He takes inventory of everything- wings unhurt, no injuries except for some bruising- and slowly starts to sit up, frowning.
There is someone staring at 🎭. He stands there quietly, before the voice of the Narrator, that being his own, speaks out. "Uh? May I ask what you are doing in my Parable?" Asks Framtid, quietly shifting where he stands. His one visible blue eye casts a soft gaze upon the other guy here.
He's very tall, absurdly tall for a human (If he counts as one) "I didn't plan to have any visits today.." He quietly extends his hand to help up the other guy.
🎭 huffs, taking the hand to pull himself up to standing. He frowns at Framtid, annoyed by his unprompted traveling. “This is your place? Well, it’s a bit shaky.”
🎭’s wings flutter proudly as he points to himself. “I’m a dimensional traveler. There’s a lot of weak spots, noticed them when I was heading over this place to try and get to another.”
His eyes flicker around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He wipes his hands off on his pants, adjusting his satchel and leaning down to gather the contents of it, which had spilled with his fall. “One wrong step and I fell in here.”
"Well there's a lot of ways into this place. It's not exactly the most stable to be fair." Framtid chuckles as he takes out a notebook from hammer space. "I dont think I've seen you before.." He's speaking more quietly to himself now, flipping the pages of the notebook as he searches through its pages, eventually closing it after taking one out.
"I dont have much to present but if you'd like I can take you through one of my stories, its the easiest way out." He talks softly as he stares, pushing his glasses onto his face properly. "Plus I'd get to narrate! I haven't narrated in a while so it'd be lovely to do that again" He's definitely doing his best to not be awkward
update to framtid's character page
Thud. 🎭 groans from the unceremonious fall in his face, feathered wings ruffling indignantly. He takes inventory of everything- wings unhurt, no injuries except for some bruising- and slowly starts to sit up, frowning.
There is someone staring at 🎭. He stands there quietly, before the voice of the Narrator, that being his own, speaks out. "Uh? May I ask what you are doing in my Parable?" Asks Framtid, quietly shifting where he stands. His one visible blue eye casts a soft gaze upon the other guy here.
He's very tall, absurdly tall for a human (If he counts as one) "I didn't plan to have any visits today.." He quietly extends his hand to help up the other guy.
tag the OC that's a Bastard (affectionate) & the one that's a Bastard (derogatory)
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The same giant undead black rabbit that chased Tanner and Miguel before shows up again, only this time she's holding three Easter baskets (tagged by name for Tanner, Miguel, and Stanley) in between her teeth, which she sets down and nudges in their direction with a forepaw. She then suddenly hops away, straight through a wall, and vanishes like the ghoul that she is.
The Easter baskets are full of candy, including a couple of items that look like little cans, which upon opening out will pop a springy snake. Seems she still can't resist pranking others.
@parables-for-days
The brothers who were chatting in the room, just stared until the rabbit left. Stanley pokes through a wall as well, having seen one labeled for himself and going to retrieve it. The Shihouins joke with each other about it being a prank, while Stanley eats a small chocolate egg, grabbing his basket and leaving for his narration office.
Miguel, not heeding tanner's warning, grabs a can, and screams so loud when a snake pops out, the other brother laughing just as hard. And then he opens a can and has the same reaction, ahh karma. Eventually the two stop laughing at each other, Tanner giving a thanks to the rabbit despite it being already gone.
They go back to sitting, just now they have candy to throw at each other, to Stanley's dismay.
