my own mission

"Curiosity may have killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back!" Independent alien oc roleplay blog side blog to montroussurvival

[emogender-deactivated20191222]

im not a boy. im not a girl. can i make it anymore obvious?

[takiingbackthecrown]

Atticus. He’d never met anyone else with that name. Reilly knew his posture, attitude, everything about him changed. Atticus. He blocked out most of what else they said, shaking his head at their question– whatever it was. “I– I have to go.” Reilly said. He never thought just a name could get to him so bad. He turn- ed away and quickly went into the house, hoping that they had the decency to let him be.

[biophilicagent-blog]

Had they done something wrong? The human seemed to be really distressed. They would have to find a way to say sorry-- “Wait!” They started to follow but Mads was already inside before Atticus could get more than a few steps. They felt bad, unsure of what they had done wrong. They looked at the data that had collected on their ‘camera’ to see what he liked, intending on return- ing with a gift and a heartfelt apology.

[takiingbackthecrown]

He hadn’t seen one of those cameras in years– Reilly wondered where the hell they even found film for it any— more. He stood and faced them, he brushed the dirt off his hands and studied them for a few moments…  “Mads Kingsley.” He answered, not sure what to make of the fact they seemed to genuinely not know who he was. He ignored the complement for now. ”Who are you and what kind of game are you playing?”

[biophilicagent-blog]

They happily pulled a sharpie from their pocket and scrawled the name onto the white part of the picture, a pleased air coming over them. Mads’ question startled them though, they almost worried he somehow knew what they were. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name is Atticus May, I’m just traveling around to find beautiful and interesting people for my project. You could be a model, you know.” They were just trying to distract him now. “Would you be willing to model for me sometime?”

[takiingbackthecrown]

He was working– or trying to work when he was approached. At first he could only stare, they seemed like they didn’t know who they were talking to. Reilly was half tempted to turn them down and shoo them off but. .  . there was something off about them. “Sure.” Reilly said unenthusiastically as he kept weeding the garden.

[biophilicagent-blog]

They felt unwelcome, but they took the picture with their ‘Polaroid’ camera and smiled at the picture as it popped out and developed. “May I get your name? I like to know who my models are.” They wondered about him-- his mood. Perhaps that was just how he was but they hoped it was just a bad day. “You have a lovely garden, by the way.”

[biophilicagent-blog]

@applaudingdemise​

They were a sucker for blue eyes, to be honest. The human before them was so beautiful they wanted a picture and a conversation if at all possible. They smiled as they approached “Excuse me-- I’m an artist and I was wondering if I can take your picture for a photography piece I’m working on.”

[biophilicagent-blog]

{I feel so bad I forgot about this blog}

[biophilicagent-blog]

“Merry Christmas!” They’re excited, wandering about with their camera in hand. It probably seemed strange for them to be alone, taking pictures of things in the park on Christmas, but they don’t seem to mind. They’re so happy to experience the peace, knowing humans were happily celebrating together. Maybe one year they could join a family for Christmas and study how it is for them.

[grimathephilosopher-deactivated]

He then pulled out a book full of photos. They all looked really old and dated. “Well this is a photo of me at the gettysburg address. Oh and I also have the musket to prove it.” Grima then pulled out a musket rifle from his coat.

[biophilicagent-blog]

Their eyes grew wide and an eager interest filled them. Atticus studied the items with a smile, taking notes quickly. “Would you be willing to tell me how you’ve survived this long?”

[grimathephilosopher-deactivated]

“…..I’m not lieing. I am that old…Do you need proof?” Grima said as he went through his bag.

[biophilicagent-blog]

“Oh-- well proof would be nice. I’m kind of skeptical, sorry.” They said, watching him.

[grimathephilosopher-deactivated]

“My name is Grima and I am about 900000+ years old….”

[biophilicagent-blog]

“W-wait. . .” They tilted their head, confused. “If you really don’t want to do this you don’t have to, you don’t have to lie about answers.”

[thinkyouresotough-deactivated20]

【 ☾ 】 —

“Research? Photograph?”

“Those are unfamiliar phrases. I am not accustomed to human or mortal practices.” There was a sigh, and a pout, but in the end she begrudgingly agreed. “As you wish, I shall allow it. Though something most unpleasant may befall you should this information be readily spread among the humans of this Earth. I have quite the status to uphold.”

[biophilicagent-blog]

“Oh--” They were unsure of how genuine the agreement might be. It wouldn’t be right to take information from the unwilling, but they were given permission. Atticus raised their camera to the best angle and took a picture. “I promise you that humans won’t know unless you want them to, but may my people be allowed to learn about you?”

“I’m here to collect information on this galaxy and the inhabitants; it would be an honor to my people.”

[monstroussurvival-blog]

   CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT,                        BUT SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK.

   I SHOULDN’T HAVE SURVIVED,                                                BROTHER, I AM SO SORRY.

   I WANNA KNOW ABOUT THESE STRANGERS LIKE ME,                       TELL ME MORE, PLEASE SHOW ME.

[thinkyouresotough-deactivated20]

【 ☾ 】 —

Inwardly, the deity sighed. Just once, once she wanted to walk in the glade without being spotted by a village guard. Though   —  whomever approached her now did not sound at all like a guard. 

“Yes? What is it?” A sour look ( a force of habit, by now ) started to ebb into the deity’s face, yet she still was softened by the smoky red hues of the twilight sun, and the soft glow of the stars upon her hair. She supposed that perhaps just this once she would humour the intrigued bystander. Just because she was in a good mood.

[biophilicagent-blog]

They were unwelcome– but they couldn’t let this opportunity slide away without trying to salvage something. “I–I’m sorry to bother you, but may I take a picture of you and ask you a few questions? I understand if you don’t want me to, though it would really help my research.” There was always the option to decline, Atticus wasn’t that invasive, but they were really hoping the deity might be willing to speak with her at the very least.

[diisenchantedisms-deactivated20]

“C-could I ah-ask what the ah-article is about?”

[biophilicagent-blog]

“Of course-- it’s kind of a mundane, people enjoying themselves in the park kind of thing. You’ve got a je ne sais quoi about you, I’d really like to make you the main focus if you don’t mind.”

[biophilicagent-blog]

@cosmopoeia liked

Their eyes grew wide upon spotting the deity, nothing short of awe coming over them. For a long moment they didn’t even move or breathe, frozen in disbelief. Then they snapped out of it-- Atticus approached as if they were trying to get near a newborn doe. “E-excuse me?” Atticus started, barely finding their voice.

[biophilicagent-blog]

Curiouser and curiouser !!

{Thank~}

[grimathephilosopher-deactivated]

“Don’t worry, I’m willing to go through it. First question please.”

[biophilicagent-blog]

They pressed record on their mobile device and readied their pencil on their legal pad. “Well, what’s your name and how old are you?”