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Before Lesia's eyes, a vision appeared before him: that of Stone the Crow. Its red sign reads: "HE WAS A COWARD."
At first, she’s mildly startled--where did he come from? What did he mean by “He was a coward”? She quivers and shakes, but when she blinks, Stone is gone. Ah..it must have just been one of those hallucinations.. How long were those going to happen to people?
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Though she was relieved for the release of her dear friend and psuedo-mother, the cycle had been repeated, and now others were being kept on the pillars. She’d noticed, however, that there was a boy who hadn’t been released, but she knew wasn’t one of the victims of the second catching. He’d appeared to be having a good time, but..surely, it couldn’t be all that fun to be chained and cuffed to a pillar for multiple days, could it? From what she could tell, though, he wasn’t chained like everyone else..and was only tied. Was his situation the same as the man she’d found with Oreo, then?
It was probably only right that she should free him, if that was the case! Stepping forward, she gives the stranger a small wave and a smile before getting to work on the rope that was binding him to the pillar.
“No think supposed to be kept here, and also think maybe start grow tired of? Will have free in moment, promise!”
Ah, it was a little more difficult, doing this on your own.. Eventually, however, the little toon lamb figures out the kinks and knots in the the rope, pulling them undone and freeing the yellow-clad sextuplet.
“There..! All is okay? Rope no leave hurt, yes?”
The Queen had a much more dangerous-seeming tone to her announcement than usual. Perhaps it was due to the situation they were in, or the discovers and hallucinations that had been reported over the last week, but she’d had a really uneasy feeling throughout the entire announcement. Maybe she should have expected something scary to happen, because of this, but she couldn’t possibly have prepared herself for what did happen. The chaos that had erupted when chains and cuffs flew forward from the pillars left her in a panic, doing everything in her power to keep with the crowd that was attempting to avoid being caught, while also trying desperately not to be knocked over and trampled on by larger people with their longer, stronger legs.
Once the panic had subsided, she notes those who had managed to get caught, her inky heart sinking at seeing two toons she knew very well.
“Mommy! Beri!”
She quivers as thick inky tears spill from her eyes, fear for her friend and pseudo-mother quickly overtaking all thought. They were struggling, which was a reasonable reaction to being forcibly chained to a pillar, but one that only caused her to worry--were they hurt? Was there any way for her to free them? How long would they be kept up there?
The Queen explains, answering at least one question and vaguely answers a second, but the idea of acting on said suggestion is far too upsetting for the little lamb, especially on top of what had just happened. Trying to at least keep quiet, she holds one hand over her mouth as the other wipes fiercely at her eyes. At least they would be cared for as long as they were up there, from what the Queen said. Still, she wished they could simply be let go, instead.
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Everyone seemed to be working hard on investigating--and so far, it seemed like everyone else had managed to find things. Meanwhile, although she’d overheard a conversation between Popgoes and the Queen, she couldn’t make heads or tails of anything that was even said! As disturbing as it was to think of finding the ones who wanted to destroy this paradise and execute them, she wanted to at least figure out something that could be helpful!
Sitting down, she tries to think once again over the discoveries that had been made...but with the same result. Thinking this hard about something was actually starting to give her a headache, though, and she eventually gives up with a whine, curling up and laying down on the floor. Maybe investigations weren’t meant for tiny lambs...
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♆ ≺ ★ B.ENDY in Popgoes Paradise ! With @pocketofmuses & @amiablexsolitude ! ★ ≻ ♆
☾ ⋮ ⋇ ♆ ⋇ ⋮ ☽ Well —— it was a good thing he didn’t stay at Ebonivory station for TOO LONG —— ( okay, he might have spent a few hours helping out beforehand ). The little demon had been on his way back to his own wing; hoping to spend some time with his gal —– but his dark hues were wandering; taking in the grandeur of the castle he & his fellow Sillyvision ’ squad ’ were on vacation in. It’s not often ( actually, NEVER ) that he leaves the workshop —– so this was the cat’s meow ! Well, aside from the skeletal part ——
—— & the part where he finds a guy bound to a pillar !
Sweet cookies & cream, what in the world happened here ? ! B.endy —– or Oreo as some called him may have been a LITTLE DEVIL but he didn’t want to see people suffer ! As fast as his little tap dance shoes can carry him does he run over to the captive.
’ H-Hey, buddy ! Ya doin’ all right ? I’m gonna get ya out of here, capiche ? ’
His gloved hands begin to work at the knots; undoing them as fast as he could. Goodness gracious, whoever tied this fella up must have really HATED him ! There were knots on top of knots even ! Was that REALLY necessary ? Thankfully, B.endy spots a familiar face & calls out towards them.
’ Hey, Lesia ! Didn’t know you were here too ! ’
’ Could ya help me out here ? This guy is a bit —– tied up right now ! ’
B.ENDY !
Wandering was a normal thing for Lesia to do--not really having any goals in mind or plans to put in action, no idea of where to take her life, or any real memory to base plans for a life off of..she was only left with the option of exploring and observing, searching for answers she never knew the question to.
It was the same in this place as it was in the studio--she knew that this paradise was something she was supposed to enjoy, but then there was the idea that there were people who wanted to destroy it..and that she was charged with finding and killing them? No, she didn’t like that kind of idea.
From what she understood, however, things about this paradise were starting to mess with people..there were reports of hallucinations, and a lot of people seemed really on edge. Then there was that conversation she’d overheard, earlier. She didn’t really understand what was being talked about, but she’d picked up some key elements of it--something about an accident, and a reason to not trust someone? Someone that was like the queen, but..”worse.” Who were they talking about? How was this person worse in comparison to the Queen--and how was he like her in other aspects? She’d be lying if it left her with an uneasy feeling about this place.. Trying not to let it get to her, she’d returned to wandering--only for her attention to be once again caught by a voice.
Her fluffy ears give a twitch as she follows to the source, hoping to--oH! Oh dear..why was that man tied up on that pillar? What a ba-a-ad predicament to be found in! Who had done this? The same voice speaks again, addressing her this time, and she looks to the source, a smile immediately spreading on her face, as if all her previous worry was wiped away with a single sight of a friend!
“Ori! You here, also? Is nice see, again!” speech still broken as always, she looks again to the man before giving an understanding nod to her friend. Joining in his attempts (and maybe trying to bite a knot off at least once), she aids in helping to free the poor man.
This anon's going to sneak up on Lesia, making soft hissing noises before BAM! They broke an air-filled plastic bag making a loud sound! Spook the lamb!
The hissing sounds were upsetting enough–was there a snake nearby? How did a snake get in here? Would it bite her? Weren’t snakes poisonous? Granted, a snake biting her would probably hurt the snake more than it would hurt her, as she is made of ink, but the small lamb really isn’t thinking about it like that, right now.
Then comes the sudden loud BANG of a popping plastic bag! This sudden loud noise causes the tiny lamb to give a yelp!–before she breaks down into gasps and whimpers, covering her ears to try and hide from any more loud sounds. Aa..her arms feel a little more noodle-y than before, though..if she could only be paying attention, she might notice that there were a couple areas along her inky body that were just a little more droopy than before.
So many people becoming members of something... Was it a club? If even Ori was joining, it was probably something fun--she wants in!
“Want be mem’er! Want be mem’er!”
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⚠ He didn't want her to fall asleep while walking so he decided to pick her up and carry her for a while.
She may not personally know this man, yet, but through the encounters she’s had so far, and the observations she’s made..something tells her she can trust him.
It had been a long day for the little alien, and though she was trying her best not to close her eyes for too long, she was finding that if they stood at a crosswalk for too long, waiting for the signal that they could cross, she’d catch herself having to jolt back awake to a complete standing position–or she may find herself accidentally leaning slightly on the man now escorting her back home..
Eventually, she opens her eyes again only to register that she’s no longer standing, or walking–but instead, she was being carried. She wasn’t entirely sure how long this had been going on, but she found herself sleepily wrapping her arms and legs around Kyohei, fingers grabbing a tight hold of his clothing. For as long as she could remember, when she couldn’t physically get somewhere (whether it be due to her being too tired, or the task simply being outside her physical ability), her caretaker would pick her up and have her cling as tightly as she could, before carrying her to the next destination.
Seeing as she’d never outgrown her caretaker, it never really ceased to be a thing that would happen–at least, until Aleesa was separated from her. Still, the actions were committed to memory, creating an almost instinctive reaction to being picked up.
Feeling safe in the hold of her kind acquaintance, her eyes flutter shut and she rests, again.
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@wabbitseezon continued from here!
Much frowning, and a persisting holding of the swear jar. It may not be a crime, but isn’t this a tactic used to try and get people to stop others from cursing? What if an actual child hears and repeats what he says--like she accidentally did, at a younger age (younger of course being maybe half a year ago)?
“Bad.. Is bad word.. No more say. Qu..Qu..Cort-er in jar..”
Heckity heck.
doES ANYONE ELSE MAKE THE EXPRESSION OF THEIR CHARACTER WHEN THEY’RE DRAWING OR WRITING OR WHISPER THEIR DIALOGUE TO YOURSELF TO FIGURE OUT WHAT WORD TO USE TO DESCRIBE HOW THEY SAID IT BC I SURE DO
also: does anyone else FEEL the emotions of their character as they write or draw or act it out, ie if you’re writing a scene and your character cries then BOOM you start crying and if your character is angry then BOOM you’re in a furious rage
or is that just me
[Daddy] :
He did indeed have a lot of enemies. While he put a lot of effort into shielding Aleesa from the truths of his existence outside of Solitude, there were certain things that were pretty hard to cover up. She was a smart kid. Really, he would only be able to hide it from her for so long.
He smiled at her as she looked at him with those wide, concerned eyes. No turning her away now, huh? She seemed pretty set on seeing him through this. At least it wasn’t actually that bad. Just a busted lip and a shallow knife wound. Could be worse. “Just a little one, don’t worry.” He assured her gently as he reached out to pet her head. “Hey, how about I show you how to be a good nurse for daddy? Do you want to get the medical kit from under the counter and help?”
It was at least mildly relieving that his wounds weren’t major. Her eyes scanned over them, briefly studying until she came across the shallow knife wound. Her brow creases as an old memory and a phantom pain resurfaces.. As much as she missed her caretaker, she’d be lying if she said she really missed her old home, the people who lived around it.
She’s pulled out of her thoughts and memories at the feeling of him petting her head, which elicits a quiet purr from her. Head pets really were the best.. She gives a nod when he asks if she wants to help, and trots off to find the medical kit, returning a few moments later with it in hand. Setting it down close-by and opening it up, she waited for his instructions..
