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Wreck-It Ralph 2 Announced
Wreck-It Ralph 2 was just confirmed by director Rich Moore on Disney’s Facebook Live video.
Release date: March 9, 2018
Story details: Ralph leaves the arcade and “wrecks” the internet, according to John C. Reilly.
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The King takes a deep breath and yodels into the void of Hero's Duty in an effort to greet the Sergeant after quite some time apart.
His voice travels long across the vast wasteland countless battles have been fought, both won and lost, until it hits the mighty steel of the beacon, finally giving the tone something to hold onto, to echo from, sending it right back towards the ruler.
The lonely landscape appears even sadder than before once the reverb died down.
And yet, at the gate to the lab, closed until yet another war gets set into motion by a player, a tired eye opens its lid after being on guard for the entire night, heavy circles embracing the crystal blue of the Sergeant’s pupil.
A visitor?
Fixed to be broken
The fingers' joints scrunched softly as their owner moved them all, one by one, checking whether the code treatment showed any inprovement on the corrupted limb. Like electricity it gently sparked through the arm, a subtle pulse, a faint echo from the day that still rang in her memory with dazing might. A day she had never seen coming. Not after the evening the train station awaited her with yawning emptiness, confused looks mocking the desperate wife in search for her husband. A husband that never came to their date. A yellow gleam flickered in cracks penetrating the whole arm, veins of the interior blood stream, data being the fluid life. It resembled the thin valleys forming on an aging statue, that never grew tired of holding her head high. Sadly, her smile did not follow this mantra. Two large scars stretched over her abdomen, skin wrinkled and of pale color, eternal reminder of his greeting gift. And a single cut, deep, red and revealing a tiny speck of white from the teeth below, changed the flawless face of a once snarky yet strict leader into a fierce, and oddly grim picture. The scars had appeared days after she had received the wounds from which they originated. Her right arm a mess with code made visible through splitted skin from holding her right arm into the buzzing saw maws of a cy-bug. The cut on her lip from the crash, when she speeded right into the metal head of another metal insect. And the scars on her belly from the swing he had performed when his other half took over his mind, swallowing his common sense and humanity for the blink of an eye, slicing through both armor and skin like a hot knife through butter. It had been just like her wedding day. The programmed one. Just that this time, her husband, or what had become of him, had managed to actually hurt her. And she in turn...spared him. "It messed with your program, Sarge. Took it as a missing piece in an already completed puzzle...or something along those lines. Basically, your code took whatever happened back there, as something of importance. Real importance, if you know what I mean." Spears was pacing around as he tried to word what he had seen in the code room -for he was the one with the most coding knowledge- to the Sarge, who was absently grazing the arm through which her very being glimmered out, the cut on her lip making it look like she was always snarling a tiny tad on that side of the mouth. "Is it permanent, marine?" Her voice lacked any emotion. It was but a dull rill compared to her usually passionate, yet rigorous river of words. She didn't look at the soldier. Never lifted her arms of that limb that looked so frail, about ready to crumble away, was still able to hold and fire a rifle. Even more so after Spears tweaked the sudden change in her code in the code room itself. Tamora already knew the answer before he could speak it out loud. "I'm 'fraid it is, Sarge. It didn't damage any original bits and bytes though. Just...a little cosmetical...uh..." "Ugliness" She moved the affected hand around, watching the 1s and 0s flash by through the vein-like flaws. The free hand, balled to a fist, resting at the abdomen scars. -"You cut me open, handsome. In the true sense of the word."- "I wouldn't call it that, sarge, bu—" "Get me my rifle, soldier. I'm going out." She got up, calmness personified, approaching the soldier who was baffled by her sudden change of motion. He didn't think as he grabbed the rifle automatically, and handed it over to be firmly accepted by fingers looking as if they were torn between ingame graphic and raw data. Something about the Sergeant's whole demeanor...seemed off. Very off. Even more off than her code box, which was already chaotic looking compared to its former, pristine box form. And without a further word, the rifle mounted, she left the shuttle, the marine's base, and marched into the wasteland. Bug hunting after quitting time. But the platoon remained in their base, following their leader's orders. They knew he was out there, but a monstrous shadow of his original self. But they were not allowed to take him out of his misery. She forbade it. Both as an experienced bug hunter, who knew that even the marines would have to deal with huge loss should they go after him. And as a wife, who held tight to her broken past, not willing to let go from the one thing that made her smile. Fixed to be broken. Broken to be fixed. To be broken once more.
some mundane AU hero’s cutie patooties
ask-flip-frost hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: I assume thanks to my inactivity nobody really cares about this blog, or Calhoun anymore
((*SHOVES YOU DOWN THE STAIRS* THAT’S NOT SO! ALL THE PEOPLE CARE!))
(( "I deserve this treatment" whispers the mun as she hits the ground with 12 twisted vertebrae and maybe a basal skull fracture. xD
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I assume thanks to my inactivity nobody really cares about this blog, or Calhoun anymore
((But I think I should make a post about the new headcanons for my Cal. No way back to fully canon Tam now :'D But seeing how my Tam has a cybugged husband that slowly succumbs to the cy-bug I think it's rather weird to just continue being happy jolly jimminy.
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"Hey Miss Calhoun." Sticky warmly smiled. "Watcha doin?"
-"Preparing for the night patrol, obviously", came the cold reply with her mounting the trusty multi-mode rifle."Meaning I have no time for escorting lost toddlers out of here. Take care of it yourself."
Just, asking Mam'm would be there be a Japanese arcade port of your video game?
-"And here I was under the impression that games being released in multiple languages and countries was well known fact.Seems my memory files gathered dust..."Her voice trailed off into muttering, somewhat sounding like her needing to fix this issue straight away.
I’M TURBOO, THE GREATEST FOONGUS EVER!
It’s Salthom, OBVIOUSLY, it’s salthom!
((Looks like I'm alive again
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Do you love felix????
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"Is this in all honesty still a topic to debate about?You sure love wasting your time, faceless inanity."Truly an often encountered question. That keeps barreling down a road of pointlessness.Also a common thing with these random grey entities pestering her.
Put me down blondie, i mean it! I'm not afraid to use my hammer on you!
*Sticky scoweld at the sergeant, but she knew deep inside she only ment well.* Look Miss Calhoun.....i'm sorry......i really shouldn't have inuslted you like that and barge into your game without a question....i hope you can forgive me.
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"Pulling in your gangly tail rather fast, huh? Next time you staple your tongue to your palate before you come up harum-scarum and jump down the throat of the only person that would have tried to pull you out of a cy-bug's throat." Apology or not, Calhoun didn't slow her pace at all, stomping by the marine's base as determined as before. Nuisance comes in, nuisance gets kicked out ASAP. Simple mantra.
And who are you to tell me? You may think that you’re a tough guy but the truth is me and the other racers see you nothing more then some cranky lady that doesn’t get enough love!
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"Well, that's too bad, wise girl. Allow me to get out the hazardous trash nonethless." Without any further second wasted on listening to the little brat the Sarge grabbed her by the back of the collar, carrying her towards the game's exit in a way a rebellious kitten would deserve it. All the while no look was given to the racer, arctic eyes only focused on the sergeant's destination.
Markie's stare immediately softened as the officer imposed herself. Though he wanted to make a point, he was clearly overpowered by her gravitas. No one gets past her after all. With a small whimper, Markie cleared his voice and spoke to her with the most respectful manner he could possibly manage. "I-I'm sorry ma'am... M-My name's Markple Butterhands, and you're right I'm from Sugar Rush... Please ma'am, I just can't let this go. I'm sure I will find that bug because it's... a cybrid, ma'am..."
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A cybrid.A.Cybrid. "And HOW in this sweet tarnation do you think I could have overlooked this cybrid of yours? They ain't handtame little cockroaches one easily steps on by accident."Still...as inane it seems, this boy was way too flustered about this 'cybrid' to be just some little kid that got lost while looking for its diaper.With a subtle sigh the tension in her posture eased just a tad, her formerly held high head lowering, she now looking straight into his eyes, hands on her hips."And why does a kid like you look for such a big bad man-eating virus?"
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((Cooking headcanon:Cooking is but a necessity to the Sarge. A simple meal is all she gets done without setting the kitchen on fire. And she doesn’t really see a reason to learn cooking either. Other qualities she can deem herself as acceptable in have a MUCH higher value and signifisance than mere cooking. ))
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((Pet peeve headcanon: Disorder. Disorder in any way rubs Tamora the wrong way. One could say she has a huge problem with perfectionism. Which gets all too clear if one gifts her training methods a glance.Not only does she demand MUCH of you, but also from herself, never stopping until she at long last crosses her limits.So prepare to meet a harsh and often cruel critic for whatever you do.))
Agent GreyBlade28 was currently casually walking towards the cybug tower. It would be nice to get a cybug egg for Agent Knowledgeable for him to research.
((You will be the first to see a new headcanon of my AU Tam in action…~))She was waiting in front of the lab’s main gate, absently checking the plasma ammo clip buzzing inside her multi-mode rifle before her head ever so slowly lifted, immediately focusing her ice blue eyes onto the intruder.She always waited outside.Always patrolled.Always on a perimeter-check.Always."Identify yourself, civilian."With a soundful click the ammo duct got shut, dipping the two sprites into dead air.
"Agent GreyBlade28." He pulled a water bottle from out of his top hat, noticing that it was full of pixels. "If you want to know why I’m here I’m getting a cybug egg for my friend. Likes to record then learn to summon creatures."
"Since when count fresh cy-bug eggs as exclusive Hero's Duty giveaways that we throw at our visitor's heads to kock them out and drag right out of her again?" The snarky undertone one was used to hear if the Sarge talked to someone, patronizing them, wasn't present as she raised both her voice and body, walking over to the intruder. Slowly lifting the rifle the closer she got. Always on a perimeter check...always....always... "I'll repeat myself once, and that's it: IDENTIFY yourself, civilian." This marine wasn't in the mood to give the agent what he pleaded for more or less polite. Not the slightest.
