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@ask-tankman-fnf
First, there is nothing. Then, as the communicational line springs to life, out of it comes the sound of static, before it finally establishes a stable enough connection for a sharp and disciplined male voice to be heard.
"Coast is all clear. All systems are stable and the 'blog' is now up, online, active, and- Open to recieve any questions! This was your Captain speaking, over!"
If there were two guys on the moon and one of them killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what?
"I'dunno pal... Sounds pretty gay to me."
Did he even pay attention to the anon's question..? ... John? Earth to Captain..?
Guess who it is that just trampled a car while barely managing to parallel park?
i dont know which little freak needs to read this but for the love of GOD dont send me weird s*xual shit for fucksake
have you ever watched a show called jojo?
"What? No, what the hell, why the hell."
Tankman is ethnicity chinese
-> @coldkick
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poke. poke. poke. shadow fucking stop- poke.
"How're you still here? I've been ignorin' you for the past twenty damn minutes.. Something caught your eyes, or what?"
Even while sitting, his lumbering figure towers over Shadow relentlessly. Yikes.
❛ i wanted to see what would happen if i kept bothering you. ❜
His answer is simple, but there wasn't any sense of urgency or even fear in his voice. Was it out of pure boredom? Could of been, who knows. With a blank expression, it stares up at the other, eyes only slightly narrowed.
"If amusement's what ya hoped for then you might wanna go lookin' elsewhere.."
John finally snags his arm away, metal in it faintly creaking from all force used.
"Cuz' I'm no guinea pig, so piss off with the social experiment bullshit, hairball."
Ah. The motion must've hurt somehow. Perhaps he's yet to fish out the one bolt gone wild that brought him discomfort. John sucks at hiding it as he talks back. Not even his clouded visor can help out.
❛ alright, fi- hey wait... your arm. that didn't sound good. ❜
Shadow comments in a quick sense, raising a brow while slightly sitting up. He can read it all, by the presented sound and the tone this man held. Shadow knew. So he questioned it, but didn't try getting too touchy just yet. Shadow knew a thing or two, but he has morals. It wouldn't be very nice getting all up on somebody without their approval first.
"No- Shit, huh? And since when are you capable of carin', eh? Ya can't go around goin' from a zero to one hundred so fast y'know. You, are already difficult to read enough on ya own, now suddenly you're worried about me? Yea, get outta town."
Strained, but sturdily handled response. Just as a soldier should do, or so he has been taught into thinking.. Who knows. Tank cracks his shoulder once, for good measure. A way of setting bones- badly.
-> @coldkick
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poke. poke. poke. shadow fucking stop- poke.
"How're you still here? I've been ignorin' you for the past twenty damn minutes.. Something caught your eyes, or what?"
Even while sitting, his lumbering figure towers over Shadow relentlessly. Yikes.
❛ i wanted to see what would happen if i kept bothering you. ❜
His answer is simple, but there wasn't any sense of urgency or even fear in his voice. Was it out of pure boredom? Could of been, who knows. With a blank expression, it stares up at the other, eyes only slightly narrowed.
"If amusement's what ya hoped for then you might wanna go lookin' elsewhere.."
John finally snags his arm away, metal in it faintly creaking from all force used.
"Cuz' I'm no guinea pig, so piss off with the social experiment bullshit, hairball."
Ah. The motion must've hurt somehow. Perhaps he's yet to fish out the one bolt gone wild that brought him discomfort. John sucks at hiding it as he talks back. Not even his clouded visor can help out.
-> @coldkick
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poke. poke. poke. shadow fucking stop- poke.
"How're you still here? I've been ignorin' you for the past twenty damn minutes.. Something caught your eyes, or what?"
Even while sitting, his lumbering figure towers over Shadow relentlessly. Yikes.
CONTINUED @ask-tankman-fnf
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Pico didn't really catch onto the fact that something was wrong - yet. His smug expression remained. He held onto the handle of his gun purely out of habit, but didn't at all intend on pulling it out. Pico just felt he didn't NEED to, as simple as that.
A brow was raised in reaction to the sentence he's received, but made no effort in questioning it. His aggravating ways continued, as if a normality.
❛ yea, but it's funny as hell. i'm sure there's plenty of reasons to say why you're sus. a sussy baka maybe. anything that fits! ❜
This time John simply doesn't even try to answer... Guns words barely register, and instead sound no more or less than distant, incoherent, mechanical drones to Captain's ears. He's in pain, he wants to explode, and now Pico won't shut up.
"... I mean it kid. Ya gonna knock it off?"
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That was likely one of Pico's negative traits, not always knowing when to keep his mouth shut. Still in the same spot he stood in, Pico stayed quiet for a few seconds, going into a mental debate in his head.
...
Pico then snickered, waving off the request.
❛ nah, that's boring. besides, can't get away from the “sus” that easily! ❜
And that's the final straw. A bolt's went loose somewhere in his left shoulder as he was asleep last night, and his entire arm has been on fire since, and now he has to put up with Pico's shit, and, and-
"JUST WHERE'S YOUR OFF SWITCH?!"
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Oh, OH. Pico could feel the sweat beads dropping off of his forehead while he gave a somewhat surprised look. A hand on his hip, gun blinked a few times before he actually tried to say anything.
❛ oh, shit. you ain't lying, old man.. what happened? do i gotta kill a bitch? ❜
Yeah, Pico had thick skin. The sudden shout didn't make him EMOTIONAL, but surprised. It took more than that to get him worked up to that extent.
... It was only then when John suddenly snapped backwards, realizing what he's just said. Despite being perfectly aware of gun's grit, Captain felt guilty about it.
"... Urgh--! N-no, no... Sorry, you didn't... Didn't deserve that. You don't gotta pop nobody for me... It's just, phantom pain. Ol' hunk of shit's been killin' me all day."
CONTINUED @ask-tankman-fnf
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Pico didn't really catch onto the fact that something was wrong - yet. His smug expression remained. He held onto the handle of his gun purely out of habit, but didn't at all intend on pulling it out. Pico just felt he didn't NEED to, as simple as that.
A brow was raised in reaction to the sentence he's received, but made no effort in questioning it. His aggravating ways continued, as if a normality.
❛ yea, but it's funny as hell. i'm sure there's plenty of reasons to say why you're sus. a sussy baka maybe. anything that fits! ❜
This time John simply doesn't even try to answer... Guns words barely register, and instead sound no more or less than distant, incoherent, mechanical drones to Captain's ears. He's in pain, he wants to explode, and now Pico won't shut up.
"... I mean it kid. Ya gonna knock it off?"
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That was likely one of Pico's negative traits, not always knowing when to keep his mouth shut. Still in the same spot he stood in, Pico stayed quiet for a few seconds, going into a mental debate in his head.
...
Pico then snickered, waving off the request.
❛ nah, that's boring. besides, can't get away from the “sus” that easily! ❜
And that's the final straw. A bolt's went loose somewhere in his left shoulder as he was asleep last night, and his entire arm has been on fire since, and now he has to put up with Pico's shit, and, and-
"JUST WHERE'S YOUR OFF SWITCH?!"
CONTINUED @ask-tankman-fnf
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Pico didn't really catch onto the fact that something was wrong - yet. His smug expression remained. He held onto the handle of his gun purely out of habit, but didn't at all intend on pulling it out. Pico just felt he didn't NEED to, as simple as that.
A brow was raised in reaction to the sentence he's received, but made no effort in questioning it. His aggravating ways continued, as if a normality.
❛ yea, but it's funny as hell. i'm sure there's plenty of reasons to say why you're sus. a sussy baka maybe. anything that fits! ❜
This time John simply doesn't even try to answer... Guns words barely register, and instead sound no more or less than distant, incoherent, mechanical drones to Captain's ears. He's in pain, he wants to explode, and now Pico won't shut up.
"... I mean it kid. Ya gonna knock it off?"
-> @pricko
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❛ you're looking kind of sus. i think you're the imposter. ❜
"... Kiddo, if you say the word “sus” just one more time I swear to fucking God."
Guess who's out of it today? Maybe it's also why Captain earned the comment. Which is funny, with that cracked visor obscuring the majority of his features...
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Was Pico gonna stop there? It didn't at all look like he planned to.
The deadbeat opposite, actually. The male stood there, arms crossed behind his back. Whitened eyes stayed locked onto guns father. His facial expression was blank. Then a smug one replaced it. It was as if he was secretly plotting something.
Then again, Pico was always a menace. He found great satisfaction in the doing, for some odd reason.
❛ ...sus. ❜
Multiple components there then twitch. We'd rather not list them all, as of right now at least. He just, huffs- Too heavily.
"Ha, ha. No, seriously. That's staler than a beer that's been out in the sun for too long. And y'anno how much I hate that."
Ironically, Captain then sips on alcohol.
-> @pricko
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❛ you're looking kind of sus. i think you're the imposter. ❜
"... Kiddo, if you say the word “sus” just one more time I swear to fucking God."
Guess who's out of it today? Maybe it's also why Captain earned the comment. Which is funny, with that cracked visor obscuring the majority of his features...
imagine if i... threw another muse of mine at you...
( don't gotta respond if you don't wanna lol )
➤ @colonied
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❛ who the HELL are you? you look like a damn enemy or something, is that true?? ❜
It's shadow the motherfucking hedgehog. oh no.
-Tankman has to peer over the edge of the shitty countertop just to see where that weird smoky voice is coming from.
"You look like the contents of a barber's trashcan, but you don't hear me telling ya that now do ya?! All I do is run a bar."
The cracked glass he is scrubbing clean (as clean as the standards here can get) kinda does help in selling the point huh.
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❛ ew... ❜
The hedgehog grimaced upon the mere mention of a bar. The disgust persisted on his face for awhile, before he grumbled and shook his head, shooting an ice cold glare at the other. This guy had a short temper, that's for certain...
❛ silence, you fool! that is disgusting. isn't there anything BETTER to do than running that garbage dump or whatever? ❜
John couldn't believe the nerve of this- thing..? But, he chooses not to push it's buttons any further. Shooting a glance right over chaos' head, then across the horizon, seeking some witty answer to his question, to no avail... Tank shrugs.
"Hey, I mean. As long as it's keeping me alive, and shit. Don't you have anything better to do than give me attitude, eh?"
Although he allowed his tone to soften, his guard was all, BUT low. For starters, Captain was not even sure what was he looking at- This thing almost reminded Tankman of a 'Looney Tunes' character.
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It, quite literally, took everything inch of sanity Shadow had LEFT in itself to resist the urge to kick this guys ass where he stood.
A certain someone wouldn't want that.
The glare given transformed into the "trying to calm down" kind of look. The hedgehog inhaled sharply, and then exhaled slowly, before giving John none other than the basic "eyeroll".
❛ you know... i could be. but that's not very satisfying, now is it? ❜
Change of pace incoming. Slowly, the hybrid crept closer, shoes kicking at the sand and dust underneath them. His eyes faintly let off a sort of red "aura" as the other kept on approaching. Soon enough, he was no more than a few feet away from John. Then, Shadow attempted to "shove" the other against a wall that was (probably?) behind them, and dug a claw underneath the mans chin.
❛ ...... ❜
John, was... Treading lightly, to say the least. Watching his moves, if you really wanna get specific. Not out of fear tho, or anything of the like. Maybe it's some sort of adventurous curiosity, maybe it was because of some odd amusement. And, finally breaking the weird silence-
"... Soo... Say, now what? Are you gonna kiss me or kill me, or somethin'? I'm, uh, sorta getting mixed signals from ya pal."
Cap keeps an eye on his trusty shotgun, just out of Shadow's field of sight... But doesn't make for getting ahold of it yet.
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❛ what?! ❜
With clenched fists, Shadow freaked, almost instantly backing off. His back hit against the counter, but he didn't pay much attention to the feeling. If anything, his full attention was on John. Shadow felt confused, and possibly a little weirded out. Who knows.
His intentions were pretty transparent here. Would he fight or flee? Knowing Shadow, that was unpredictable.
❛ surely, you don't know me... i would never make such a move! not for someone like yourself, anyways... ❜
Cap laughs at the alien's reaction- Heh, well if now that does not remind him of a certain someone. And also from relief.
"Well then paws off! It's as easy as that."
Quickly reaching behind him to ensure a bottle does not fall and break from all the sudden commotion, John seems to ease at last... Only somewhat, however.
"Eh, don't worry 'bout it. You're not that fine a piece yourself pal, it is all mutual."
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❛ if that is REALLY the case, i guess we're considered even now. but that doesn't mean i won't say you're still the "least" good looking one. just the truth. ❜
Shadow shrugged lightheartedly, scoffing in the slightest as he continued to watch the mans body language. Oh yes, Shadow knew either one of them could strike at ANY point in time and consider it done in the snap of a finger. But... maybe Shadow just wanted to fuck around for now. An unusual and rare trait he possessed, but it was there alright. Just had to fish it out.
Keeping his composure as neutral as he possibly can, given the circumstances...
"Tcsh... You just ain't looking at me from a complimentary angle! I, think it might be cause of your height. Everyone looks uglier when you look at'em from below."
And, yet, he laughs through every word. Well, this little thing did not seem like it would be as much of a handful as John had initially anticipated... Back to usual.
imagine if i... threw another muse of mine at you...
( don't gotta respond if you don't wanna lol )
➤ @colonied
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
❛ who the HELL are you? you look like a damn enemy or something, is that true?? ❜
It's shadow the motherfucking hedgehog. oh no.
-Tankman has to peer over the edge of the shitty countertop just to see where that weird smoky voice is coming from.
"You look like the contents of a barber's trashcan, but you don't hear me telling ya that now do ya?! All I do is run a bar."
The cracked glass he is scrubbing clean (as clean as the standards here can get) kinda does help in selling the point huh.
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❛ ew... ❜
The hedgehog grimaced upon the mere mention of a bar. The disgust persisted on his face for awhile, before he grumbled and shook his head, shooting an ice cold glare at the other. This guy had a short temper, that's for certain...
❛ silence, you fool! that is disgusting. isn't there anything BETTER to do than running that garbage dump or whatever? ❜
John couldn't believe the nerve of this- thing..? But, he chooses not to push it's buttons any further. Shooting a glance right over chaos' head, then across the horizon, seeking some witty answer to his question, to no avail... Tank shrugs.
"Hey, I mean. As long as it's keeping me alive, and shit. Don't you have anything better to do than give me attitude, eh?"
Although he allowed his tone to soften, his guard was all, BUT low. For starters, Captain was not even sure what was he looking at- This thing almost reminded Tankman of a 'Looney Tunes' character.
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It, quite literally, took everything inch of sanity Shadow had LEFT in itself to resist the urge to kick this guys ass where he stood.
A certain someone wouldn't want that.
The glare given transformed into the "trying to calm down" kind of look. The hedgehog inhaled sharply, and then exhaled slowly, before giving John none other than the basic "eyeroll".
❛ you know... i could be. but that's not very satisfying, now is it? ❜
Change of pace incoming. Slowly, the hybrid crept closer, shoes kicking at the sand and dust underneath them. His eyes faintly let off a sort of red "aura" as the other kept on approaching. Soon enough, he was no more than a few feet away from John. Then, Shadow attempted to "shove" the other against a wall that was (probably?) behind them, and dug a claw underneath the mans chin.
❛ ...... ❜
John, was... Treading lightly, to say the least. Watching his moves, if you really wanna get specific. Not out of fear tho, or anything of the like. Maybe it's some sort of adventurous curiosity, maybe it was because of some odd amusement. And, finally breaking the weird silence-
"... Soo... Say, now what? Are you gonna kiss me or kill me, or somethin'? I'm, uh, sorta getting mixed signals from ya pal."
Cap keeps an eye on his trusty shotgun, just out of Shadow's field of sight... But doesn't make for getting ahold of it yet.
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❛ what?! ❜
With clenched fists, Shadow freaked, almost instantly backing off. His back hit against the counter, but he didn't pay much attention to the feeling. If anything, his full attention was on John. Shadow felt confused, and possibly a little weirded out. Who knows.
His intentions were pretty transparent here. Would he fight or flee? Knowing Shadow, that was unpredictable.
❛ surely, you don't know me... i would never make such a move! not for someone like yourself, anyways... ❜
Cap laughs at the alien's reaction- Heh, well if now that does not remind him of a certain someone. And also from relief.
"Well then paws off! It's as easy as that."
Quickly reaching behind him to ensure a bottle does not fall and break from all the sudden commotion, John seems to ease at last... Only somewhat, however.
"Eh, don't worry 'bout it. You're not that fine a piece yourself pal, it is all mutual."
imagine if i... threw another muse of mine at you...
( don't gotta respond if you don't wanna lol )
➤ @colonied
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
❛ who the HELL are you? you look like a damn enemy or something, is that true?? ❜
It's shadow the motherfucking hedgehog. oh no.
-Tankman has to peer over the edge of the shitty countertop just to see where that weird smoky voice is coming from.
"You look like the contents of a barber's trashcan, but you don't hear me telling ya that now do ya?! All I do is run a bar."
The cracked glass he is scrubbing clean (as clean as the standards here can get) kinda does help in selling the point huh.
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
❛ ew... ❜
The hedgehog grimaced upon the mere mention of a bar. The disgust persisted on his face for awhile, before he grumbled and shook his head, shooting an ice cold glare at the other. This guy had a short temper, that's for certain...
❛ silence, you fool! that is disgusting. isn't there anything BETTER to do than running that garbage dump or whatever? ❜
John couldn't believe the nerve of this- thing..? But, he chooses not to push it's buttons any further. Shooting a glance right over chaos' head, then across the horizon, seeking some witty answer to his question, to no avail... Tank shrugs.
"Hey, I mean. As long as it's keeping me alive, and shit. Don't you have anything better to do than give me attitude, eh?"
Although he allowed his tone to soften, his guard was all, BUT low. For starters, Captain was not even sure what was he looking at- This thing almost reminded Tankman of a 'Looney Tunes' character.
╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍
It, quite literally, took everything inch of sanity Shadow had LEFT in itself to resist the urge to kick this guys ass where he stood.
A certain someone wouldn't want that.
The glare given transformed into the "trying to calm down" kind of look. The hedgehog inhaled sharply, and then exhaled slowly, before giving John none other than the basic "eyeroll".
❛ you know... i could be. but that's not very satisfying, now is it? ❜
Change of pace incoming. Slowly, the hybrid crept closer, shoes kicking at the sand and dust underneath them. His eyes faintly let off a sort of red "aura" as the other kept on approaching. Soon enough, he was no more than a few feet away from John. Then, Shadow attempted to "shove" the other against a wall that was (probably?) behind them, and dug a claw underneath the mans chin.
❛ ...... ❜
John, was... Treading lightly, to say the least. Watching his moves, if you really wanna get specific. Not out of fear tho, or anything of the like. Maybe it's some sort of adventurous curiosity, maybe it was because of some odd amusement. And, finally breaking the weird silence-
"... Soo... Say, now what? Are you gonna kiss me or kill me, or somethin'? I'm, uh, sorta getting mixed signals from ya pal."
Cap keeps an eye on his trusty shotgun, just out of Shadow's field of sight... But doesn't make for getting ahold of it yet.
