Soldier (autoplay)

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard. {{ "Tsubasa" || OC }} Affiliated with amaranthrpg

[sivvang]

“Just what kind of a DOWNER world did you live in?” Even Dexter Charming could understand a few good riddles, but it seems this one was as STUBBORN as a river troll. She crossed her arms, an exaggerated look of impatience gracing feline features. “I’ll have you know Wonderland tea is better than any BORING drink you’ll have!”

“A Cheshire cat isn’t a type of cat. It’s THE cat. Let me guess, you don’t know anything about Alice, or the Queen of Heats, or even the WHITE RABBIT either?” Someone needs to educate these people in their tales, and thankfully the iconic ( who wasn’t iconic back at Ever After High? ) character can do much more than recite her OWN Ever After. 

“You really NEED a few stories NARRATED  to you.” Good thing she’s also received a new narrator in her time here.

[artificialdefect-blog1]

{{ ☣ }}           A downer world, huh? Well, he couldn’t really deny that. A sheepish laughter escaped him as he rubbed his nose, trying to sweep the subject under the carpet. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk about his world, it was just that the story lacked appeal and carried way too much death and destruction with it. No, then he would much rather hear about the land of wonders this cat girl had to talk about.

                              “ Well, invite to a party and I’ll gladly show up. I’ve always been a man who enjoys trying a little bit of everything. Actually, not always, but that’s a longer story. Tea or coffee, I’ll take anything you serve. ”

{{ ☣ }}           More names Tsubasa had never heard of were listed and he could feel the excitement rise with every one called. Just as he had anticipated this world had so much to offer his insatiable curiosity, so much he could never have hoped to learn about back were he originated from.

                              “ I do love a good story. Perhaps you can tell me some while we have tea! ”

[artificialdefect-blog1]

Packed toothbrush, tooth paste, hair brush, shampoo, clothes, underwear, socks, pyjamas, books, dictionary, games, DS, DS recharger, tablet, tablet recharger, passport, money, camera. Gonna pack medicine, phone recharger and computer on the day I leave. Is there anything obvious I’ve forgotten?

[artificialdefect-blog1]

Me: I should do replies Me: I need to pack for my trip

Also me: Let’s reserve a new character right before going on holiday when I already owe a shit ton of replies on my other characters! Also me: Oh yeah and while we’re at it why not procrastinate a bit by playing some Torabu?

[hunterofgrimgar-blog]

“R-Riddle?”

So that’s how it called? The somewhat-unusual way he used to greet her, so that’s called riddle? Yume just knew it. She blinked few times, trying to comprehend what he intended. It seems fun, by hearing at the way he explained it and the way he said it before, but Yume didn’t understand such things at all.

“No, it’s not wrong at all. It’s just… Yume just knew that there’s something called ‘riddle’… It seems fun, though…”

She hadn’t been used of modern life, after all. Her original homeworld might be a modern world, but every memories inside her head got wiped out as she arrived at Grimgar, and she experienced such thing for the second time as she came to Amaranth.

[artificialdefect-blog1]

{{ ☣ }}           How much of a lost cause was this girl? He thought he himself was removed from common logic, even more so after arriving to this world where facts did not add up to the ones he knew, but to meet a person who, in all honesty, did not know what a riddle was? That was entirely surprising.

                              “ Excuse me, this might sound a bit rude but... You don’t really know what’s going on around you, do you? In the world and stuff. I thought everyone knew what a riddle was. ”

{{ ☣ }}           Speaking such unfiltered words, Tsubasa crouched down, leaning his body against a wall and looked up at the kid. It was what he truly felt speaking to her though. He didn’t know whether she radiated innocence or just idiocy. Perhaps thinking in such a way was rude, but he could not help it.

[sivvang]

“That’s WHY you have other people open the can for you! But why do that when you can have a splendid tea party with friends? Especially with some Wonderland Rosebuds.” She gave a sigh, tossing away the Oyster Surprise without looking back, causing a comical cat shriek and the sound of the dish breaking. The comment about being made human flew over her head. She was an individual who grew up with Cards and Trolls! What’s a little non-human gonna do?

“Me? A GENETIC mistake? I’m far from THAT. Haven’t you HEARD of the Cheshire Cat?” She POOFED in front of him, arms crossed confidently. She’s got a reputation to uphold here!

[artificialdefect-blog1]

{{ ☣ }}           Giving it a bit of thought, Tsubasa eventually reached the same conclusion as he had initially had. No, no matter how he thought about it, being a cat sounded way too troublesome. He also entirely failed to understand how cats and tea parties had anything at all to do with each other. The blonde himself had often been told that he needed a better grasp of th world around him, but in his opinion this girl was even more out there, to the point where even he was having troubles following along.

                              “ But I don’t even like tea. I was always more of a coffee person. ”

{{ ☣ }}           Why did he have a feeling that was entirely beside the point? Well, whatever. He could easily have halted the conversation and escaped this madwoman, but something about her intrigued Tsubasa -- perhaps the magic tricks, perhaps the puns. He wasn’t scared off just yet.

                              “ Nope, can’t say I’ve heard of that. We didn’t have many cats left where I’m from -- it was mostly the rich people who could afford having another mouth to feed so people just didn’t bother. Don’t know many types of cats. ”

[wonderfaced]

         An unanticipated uproar immediately grasps at preoccupied concentration, tearing delicate attention from one thing to the next with vocal outcry, cherry optics shifting to the source and immediately was the male overwhelmed with hilarity at such a laughable sight, but would he help? Oh, of course not– cue the god situated at the nearby corner nearly laughing himself to tears after witnessing that impressive occurrence, but alas, he would finally call out to the other after he takes a short moment to salvage his composure– but first, bending down, he manages to rescue some of the fruits that tumbled down the steep hill, but not out of generosity—

         ❝Orange you glad I was here to save these?❞

[artificialdefect-blog1]

{{ ☣ }}           Catching up to his runaway fruits, barely even breaking a sweat, a moment of silence followed at the other’s words. Had Tsubasa just heard him right? Did this guy seriously just crack a pun at his unfortunate incident? If he did then...

{{ ☣ }}           A small chuckle left the former soldier. A chuckle that soon turned into actual laughter at the horrible word play.

                              “ Ahahaha! That was a good one, oh my stomach is hurting...! ”

{{ ☣ }}           Perhaps it was how utterly out of place the comment at been that caught him by surprise -- the thought that his ‘rescuer’ would rather pun him than tell him to be careful next time -- but nevertheless his words managed to hit Tsubasa’s sense of humour and it took his utmost to calm himself down again.

                              “ Hehe... Sorry about that... I found your word play very apeeling. ”

[artificialdefect-blog1]

I must go to bed for now. I’ll get back to Tsubasa and Kenji tomorrow and do the starters I have on Haruka because those three are the muses I feel the most right now! Goodnight ama fam!

[wxywardman-blog]

@artificialdefect – More Alive in Death

Their world ended. Big fucking surprising. The lady explained a bunch of things and now he was breathing fresh air. Grass was lush, the trees bared fruit, there were people, and, above all… there was peace.

               “I… Huh.”

He just stood dumbly in a beautiful world. A surface without poison, untouched by the toxic nuclear war. Building stood strong and colours were bright.

Honestly, it was giving him a headache.

              “Man… You know who’d love this?”

And, exactly on cue, his eyes full upon the long blond ponytail of familiarity. His eyes grew wide then and he grinned childishly.

              “Tsubasa!”

With wide arms, he approached the blondie and immediately placed a hand on his head, grinning the way a big brother would to a younger sibling. (Or… a younger sibling would to an older one. It was hard to tell with this man.)

              “What, think you could get rid of me that easily? I’m way more annoying than that.”

[artificialdefect-blog1]

{{ ☣ }}          Many things Tsubasa would never expect of this world. Furthermore, many things he would never expect had already presented themselves -- musical forests, cat puns in broad daylight,  islands that came and went as they pleased. If this wasn’t strange and magical he didn’t know what was. Okay, maybe not the cat puns, but everything else was something Tsubasa could never have imagined in his wildest fantasies.

{{ ☣ }}           Another thing he could never have imagined was a voice from the past calling out to him. He had already determined that since he was the only one here, the rest of them had to either still be alive -- or they had been eradicated in such a way that not even their souls could find mercy.

{{ ☣ }}           But here it was, a familiar calling of his name -- or would it be considered a title when it was one he had granted himself? -- and turning his head, the soldier’s eyes rested on a familiar male. Possibly the only one from days gone by that he would actually have looked forward to seeing; or at least one of the few. Memories in the camp was full of instances of his weak self being ridiculed, of beating to relieve stress and of name calling. But what did he care. His spirit would never be shattered by such petty displays, and when he really thought about it, had he been in their spot, he would have been likely to do the same. The battlefield was merciless and no one could last through it mentally in the length.

{{ ☣ }}           Bumping the other’s shoulder with a fist, he grinned back at the other’s cracked face.

                              “ If it isn’t Xan. Who dragged your ugly mug into this place? ”

[sivvang]

[artificialdefect-blog1]

                               “ Listen, I don’t know what you’re expecting of me, but if you think I’ll put on cat ears and dance tango you’re wrong. ”

[toskat-blog1]

❛ Neither did I. Oh. What’s this? ❜     Toska takes the figure and frowns.  ❛ What an ugly toy. You shouldn’t take advice from this librarian. ❜

[artificialdefect-blog1]

                                “ Now that you mention it, I do think I might have been tricked. I mean, these gloves were supposed to be highest fashion but I ain’t seen anyone else wear them. ”

[artificialdefect-blog1]

                              “ N... Nyah... ”

[toskat-blog1]

❛ Why would anyone would be interested in doing that with those things. ❜

[artificialdefect-blog1]

                              “ I didn’t even know cats could dance. The librarian also gave me this weird thing to go with the book when I borrowed it. ”

[toskat-blog1]

@artificialdefect

❛ What do you have there? ❜

[artificialdefect-blog1]

                               “ I’m not entirely sure actually. I found it in the library. ”

[cursedpigtail-blog]

guess he was okay from ranma’s little blunder. at least he looked okay. maybe. the poor guy did get hit in the head. “uuuhh…my groceries kinda attacked you.” there was no way he was gonna tell a STRANGER his one fear, the one weakness he had that essentially stripped him of his humanity. he had no problems blaming his personified lunch in lieu of explaining what actually happened.

“w-wha’? magician?” the people that performed tricks and such to woo their audiences? the boy had absolutely no talent in that field, whatsoever. he wondered what made the stranger reach such a bizarre conclusion. “nah, i’m more of a physical typ’a guy. don’t really know much about magic…” did his curse count as magic? he glanced around nervously, hoping that a bucket of cold water wouldn’t randomly show up out of nowhere and embarrassingly transform him. that seemed to happen quite frequently in tokyo for some reason or another.

[artificialdefect-blog1]

{{ ☣ }}           That had to be the worst excuse to explain a sudden assault to date. Not that people usually excused themselves for sudden assaults -- he had quite a bit of experience on that area. So in a sense it was probably better than nothing? At least the guy attempted to come up with some form of... apology could probably be used to describe it, rather than just pretend nothing had happened. So although conflicted on the matter, Tsubasa decided to let it pass by.

                              “ Tch. ”

{{ ☣ }}           A sound of annoyance left his lips at the disappointment the other’s words caused him. He could only imagine what had actually come to pass now that his mind was working properly again and he had the most logical (?) conclusion denied him. Pakour over the boxes. While that itself had to be impressive by normal standards, it was nothing the former soldier hadn’t seen before. No, then magic would have been a much more interesting response.

                              “ Well, whatever. Are your groceries okay? They bumped into me quite hard... I think at least. ”

[artificialdefect-blog1]

I’ve only got one reply left for cursedpigtail, but I will have to do that one after work! My starter call can still be liked for anyone interested in RPing!

[artificialdefect-blog1]

@ireisai

{{ ☣ }}           Women were a concept Tsubasa had never had the chance to adequately understand. For one, when he was still a brainwashed soldier, his awareness of such irrelevant things as gender had been non-existing; secondly, the amount of female AIWs that existed were already low as it was. Unless possessing superior strength, most were scratched, marked as defects and tossed out to live in the wilds on their own. In a male dominated world amidst the battlefield, it was limited how many interactions he had with any such, and most of his memories were filled with screams and begging for mercy. Naturally women and men stepped equally in the underground shelters, but he had never had much to do with civilians.

{{ ☣ }}           Needless to say, it was a peculiar feeling, to have been pulled from the battlefield and straight into this peaceful daily life. Many things he had to accommodate to, and when a female patron sat down next to him on the bus, the former soldier had no clue how to approach her. His sociable nature dictated him to speak to her, but what did women enjoy talking about? Her amount of refinement spoke of sophistication, of a world far removed from what he was used to. But instead of thinking about something clever and impressive to say, as was his habit, Tsubasa spoke the first and the best sentence he could think of.

                              “ Fun things, these ‘busses’, aren’t they? I’ve heard about them, but never actually ridden one. They’re pretty damned practical! ”

[artificialdefect-blog1]

@spatialesp

{{ ☣ }}           It was a curious feeling. In life he had feared death more than anything. He had abhorred the very thought and shied away, he had even left others to die out of his own safety. A coward he was called, a coward and a defect. He did not see the appeal in a glorious death on the battlefield, because once it was over, that was it. There was no glory and honour in death, only darkness and destruction. The end.

{{ ☣ }}           Or so he had been convinced his entire life. But now that he had supposedly met his demise, he had entered a fantastic world, one full of wonders and mysteries, one he could only have hoped to attain in his wildest fantasies. It was almost too good to believe this was the afterlife, and with no actual memories of his own passing, Tsubasa couldn’t entirely believe it.

{{ ☣ }}           In this world, he could venture around as he pleased. There were no bullets flying around his ears, no air thick of radiation. He could go wherever he wanted, he could do whatever he wanted. If he wanted tot read a book, so he could. And boy were there many books in this place. Visiting the library in Seedling Town had become a common passtime of his, and in here he would suck in any and all knowledge he could possibly get his hands on.

{{ ☣ }}           Today was no different. Seated at a table and with a stack of books in front of him, the blonde was deeply engulfed in his own world. Usually he was still aware of his surroundings at any time, but nothing could capture his attention like a book. Once he started letting his eyes rest on the black against white, he would have no awareness of the world that passed around him. Leaning forwards, slumping against the table, he accidentally bumped into his high stack of books, sending the whole thing tumbling over -- straight into another person.

                              “ Whoops! I’m, uh... sorry? ”