JUST PLEASE, LISTEN - YOU'RE STILL MY BEST FRIEND

ISOLA affiliated roleplay blog - BUZZO of LISA: THE PAINFUL

[cyandelightz]

BUZZO | LISA: THE PAINFUL + LISA: THE JOYFUL

APP || STATS || RULES || ABOUT THE WRITER || PERMA-PLOTTER + RELATIONSHIP GUIDE 🌼- the godawful midpoint between a drug kingpin and a slasher movie villain 🌼- i miss my childhood sweetheart, brad. i miss her a lot. i'm gonna cut off your arm now 🌼- unusually preoccupied with blood, gore, torture and horror movies 🌼- listens to the weirdest music you've never heard of. music that hates you. (think W2D, kaizo slumber, femtanyl - but equivalents of those things since they don't exist in Isola. he's sad he lost his W2D cassettes) 🌼- also likes what could be called emo music; grunge and the like from the '80s. Generally just interested in music actually 🌼- (slight canon deviation) has some gender stuff that is LONG overdue to be sorted out but. we'll get there when we get there 🌼- plucked by the Stars at JUST the right point to start seriously doubting his life choices of assisting a megalomaniac with a god complex in getting the remaining populace of a post-apocalyptic nation hooked on a horrifying mutagenic drug for the SOLE purpose of tormenting a balding old man 🌼- is that lipstick or is it the blood of his enemies? who knows! 🌼- desperately needs friends and a long-overdue rebound partner but we'll burn those bridges when we get to them

" You’ll be staying in HOUSE 108. (note: that's in fibonacci ward!)

You’ll retain your enhanced strength, though only enough to barely lift a car.

You will also be given a wooden axe. "

[cyandelightz]

Starter call, cap of 4. Need to get back in the swing of things.

[eusarca]

"I think so. Less to stress about... for yourself and for people looking at you. In the general sense of "you", I mean." They tilted their head.

"I'm nonbinary, personally, but if you saw me as a woman when you were coming out here, you wouldn't be the only one. If gender is over, then no one's making those split-second assumptions about me. I'm free. And so are you!" Kyrie briefly gave the stranger a thumbs up.

"Want to throw off "gender" today? You can put it back on tomorrow, like a familiar jacket."

[cyandelightz]

He's going to need a minute to digest everything being said. 'Nonbinary'… a binary is two opposites, on and off, 1s and 0s, nothing and something… male and female. Non- being "not". So… he'd probably call this person 'androgynous,' but the terminology either shifted or is different in their homeworld.

Makes sense that someone like that would find that relieving. What about him?

There's something nerve-wracking about the idea. He's been the 'big man' for his entire adult life, and for a good amount of his childhood. That, and he's from a world in which all women disappeared, so the distinction is important. Seeing that dichotomy crumble -

…What would have happened for Lisa if she wasn't marked as a girl from her birth? Would she have ended up as a second Brad? And what about biology? But there are transgender* people, as well, and - the idea of getting his head caved in by Queen or one of her underlings doesn't sound appealing.

To say that his mind is throwing itself in knots, against its own self-interest, would be an understatement.

He hasn't even bothered to ask himself the question of whether or not he'd be happier this way. The assumption being that happiness is an impossibility already, given his past.

After a while of standing there, confused and blinking, he settles on, "…I'll need to think about it."

He does. Something got knocked loose in his mind. Something about the waking dream and the waking nightmare. Something about Lisa putting her mother's lipstick on him. (*He'd think the term 'transsexual' due to the era he comes from, but it's often considered outdated, and so narration was adjusted.)

[cyandelightz]

"What's fashionable for men nowadays, around here? I have no clue and... I've suddenly found myself in a situation where I want to clean up my look."

He doesn't want to mar the beauty of a certain someone by looking like this at her side.

[unxdeadly]

if he were to ever speak such grotesque thoughts aloud, he might be surprised to find Giselle agreeing-- or, at the very least, not judging. after all, she was more intrigued by the concept and act of death, not the pain that was inflicted to get there. these two things went hand in hand, of course, but like she always said: I'm not a sadist!

no matter how many times she was called one.

punishments she doled out to unruly subordinates were not done solely because they brought her some sick satisfaction, but because they were necessary. duh. no one would call someone merely whipping their peons into place a sadist, right?

she takes the sword, smiling sweetly.

"Good boy, Buzzo! ♡"

like he was a dog.

Gigi shoves her sleeve up, exposing her forearm. smooth, unblemished, blue-hued veins showing faintly beneath the pale tone of her skin. with zero hesitation, she draws the down her arm the long way, the way that could very easily lead someone to bleed out if they weren't careful. she doesn't wince or make any sign that such a wound bothers her. she'd had much, much worse in the past! broken necks and partial bisections were worse than a run of the mill slice.

"Pay attention, okay? It's kinda neat!" as the blood pours from the cut, dripping down the sides of her arm and onto the ground, her skin slowly starts to knit itself back together. it's slower than it would have been back home and she fears she could not come back from much worse than this just yet, but it was enough for now. after a moment, she wipes some of the blood away, revealing whole, unscarred skin.

"Tadaa~! Good as new. See? I'll be okay if I get hurt."

[cyandelightz]

As soon as her words hit his ears, his entire face is burning up, and he inhales sharply. He doesn't seem offended, it's… It's more like she just hit a major weak point, actually. (There are other signs, too. His knees buckling a little bit. The little mutter of 'ohmygod' followed by him covering his mouth. Trying and completely failing to keep his cool, this one.)

As soon as she starts slicing her arm, he shudders. It's partly fear, and partly something else, the way he's shaking. He's told to pay attention, and he nods subtly. He hadn't intended on flinching away from this, and his eyes were already glued to the image, but he hasn't realized just how wide his eyes actually are right now.

He's typically squinting in most light, and his eyes are shadowed. Here, though, with his eyes widened to practically the size of dinner plates, one can see the specific shade of blue-green they actually are.

…She regenerates. She's pretty sure he can hear him mutter another 'ohmygod' under his breath. This whole interaction has been… revealing, to say the least. Meanwhile, his mind is racing. This is practically everything he's ever dreamed of in one place. If she's hurt, she'll just… heal. And, hurt she can be - she didn't even flinch from that. He wouldn't hurt her, no… he doesn't want anything bad to happen to her at all, but if she asked, well-

He feels like sun-baked, neglected earth that someone just dumped a bucket of water onto - like he's melting into something like clay, and yet he wishes for a downpour.

Dissolve me and make me into something new.

She explains that she'll be fine. He pulls his hands away from his mouth, still shaking, and swallows thickly.

"Thank you," he says, pausing for a moment to catch his breath - he wasn't sure if he was holding it or not, really. "…For reassuring me." For more than that, quit lying by omission. There's a pause. His mind feels melted, so it's hard to formulate words. "…I'm glad. That, you can recover, like this. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you - I consider you a friend…" Or more than that. Please. Please? Please. "...So, it's... good to know about this."

His heart continues to race. He feels like he might faint. That would be… embarrassing, to say the least. But he doubts it'd actually happen.

[unxdeadly]

Giselle nods, but makes no move to explain how she knows that death isn't permanent. she could very well have been told that by someone else, but by now, she's sure Buzzo has gotten enough of an idea about her to know otherwise. "Mhmm," a soft noise of confirmation joins her nod. "People die and then poof--! They're back about a day or so later. Just gotta be careful, because I definitely think they remember the whole dying process."

she shrugs at the end of her sentence, like it was just common knowledge.

"Aaaaanyway..."

"If I said I'd actually met that man you're talking about and know exactly where to find him sometimes, would that be concerning or comforting?" she blinks rapidly, looking at her companion with as much innocence as she could muster. she knew the bar he liked, the barstool he liked to sit on. such a grump, but fun to tease. "If it's concerning, you don't have to worry about me, really--!"

maybe it's time to reveal just a little bit. she doesn't have access to her full power, but she has something, at least. she's not quite as helpless as she paints herself and since she already knows that Buzzo will protect her nevertheless, well...

she holds out her hand palm up (the one with the most dry nail polish, of course!) and makes a grabby motion with her fingers. she looked pointedly at his blade and then back to his face. "Give me that for a second."

she's not asking.

[cyandelightz]

"…Huh." He'd need to look into this more, see if other people can describe the - …wait. No. He'd lived through that experience. A few times. He'd thought it'd been part of the waking nightmare, though.

He remembers the nightmare of his old girlfriend putting the sawblade through his chest, and his heart races a bit. He's not sure if it's terror or something else. He's not about to bother Giselle with that information, though. Especially since he hasn't fully digested the fact that outside of those events, he hasn't seen Lisa's ghost at all since he arrived here in Isola.

Maybe she's upset at him about talking to Giselle at all, upset about what he feels… But that's not fair. Lisa's dead. She's gone. He did everything he thought she wanted. If she's still upset with him, is it really even his problem any more…?

"…I'd only be concerned for your sake, yeah. I don't give a shit what happens to him any more," he says, slowly at first, but then progressing into a curt and frank tone. He'd spent enough of his life hunting him down and hurting other people to get to him - but he's not going to complain if more misfortune befalls him. He's just not going to go so far out of his way for it any more.

As for the sword. "Sure, here." He doesn't even think to ask what she wanted it for.

[cyandelightz]

♣♣♠♠ !

-- Me -- 1. I crochet and do a bunch of other assorted hobbies. I currently have 4 different crochet works in progress scattered around my desk/bed area - two are blankets and two are clothing. No, I don't do amigurumi/plushies, sorry! 2. I really like Caprese salads with sliced peaches in. I eat a lot of salads in general but that's the one I'm always down for. -- The Character -- 1. Buzzo doesn't do much for pleasure other than laying around or violence (or music-related stuff, as previously discussed). It'd probably be good for him to get more of a hobby. 2. Buzzo has always struggled with shopping for menswear. He had a pretty ugly beige-brown suit pre-flash (you can actually see this in an unused Joyful sprite in the files.) In fact, he's not really sure how to dress himself for a normal occasion in which it's not acceptable to walk around half-shirtless and covered in spikes.

[cyandelightz]

// wait PLEASE gimme the icon reactions for brad lmfao >:3

EAT THE PILLS, BRAD. GIVE ME YOUR ARM

Okay but more seriously he doesn't have ANY reason to dislike Brad any less after their meeting, he just feels like it's a waste of time + energy trying to continue to torture him since it doesn't actually help long term.

But if Brad HAPPENED to be around he might just beat him up for a brief thrill. Brad is STILL an acceptable target in his eyes. He's just not going out of his way to find him and torment him.

[cyandelightz]

♣♠

-- Me -- I have a killer gluten free cookie recipe. Here it is:

preheat your oven to 350 F

1 stick of softened butter (preferably salted. add more salt if it's unsalted butter) 3/4ths cup brown sugar (i've tried sugar substitutes, but they bake up really dry. real sugar has vital moisture-retaining and browning qualities.) 1/4 teaspoon salt (more if it's unsalted butter)

cream the above together until homogenous. add as much vanilla as you like (could be a few drops, could be a full tablespoon, idc)

add 2 eggs, one at a time. beat the batter until it's combined and then add the second egg.

mix in 2 cups of almond flour and 1/3rd cup of coconut flour. don't do more coconut flour, that'll make them dry. the batter will seem somewhat wet for a cookie dough.

add your mix ins. i used 7 ounces of sugar free white chocolate chips and 10 ounces of normal 72% cacao dark chocolate chips, and this resulted in a VERY chocolaty cookie. i wouldn't do less than 10 ounces of mix-ins (or a full standard-size bag of chocolate chips).

scoop into a size you like (i usually do mine fairly large, but my boyfriend bakes his small and they turned out just fine) with a spoon and bake until notably golden. cook time depends on the size of cookie but in my experience it's somewhere around 12-15 minutes.

-- The Character --

In contrast to my baller cookie recipe above, Buzzo preflash was a joyless (hardy har har) lunatic who'd eat almost nothing but meal-prepped steamed/grilled chicken and greens (typically broccoli). No seasoning or anything. Dude, why are you murdering your taste buds

[cyandelightz]

♣️♣️♠️♠️

-- Me -- 1. I'm polyamorous! I have a boyfriend AND a girlfriend right now. My girlfriend has a couple of her own girlfriends too. 2. I've been meaning to read more books and I JUST got a library card TODAY and so I've been reading a little bit. Hopefully I'll remember to use the thing a bunch, both so my local library gets their tax dollars and also to exercise my brain.

-- The Character -- 1. Buzzo will not wear anything that he deems to have insufficient pockets. The leather strap going across his chest is actually a bandolier with a bunch of pouches, and he's wearing cargo pants tucked into boots. He'd carry a backpack if it wouldn't make him look like a kid. 2. He's had brief flings with women pre-Flash, but he could never really enjoy any of them. (Oops, he's demi and the terminology wasn't really existing for that back in the late 90s!) Unfortunately he kind of internalized the idea that he's 'broken' in some way... he should probably talk to people on the aro- and ace-spectrums...

[cyandelightz]

♠♠♠

1. He and most of his gang are actually some of the bigger patrons of modern music groups that formed in or survived past the white flash. It's not uncommon to go to a live concert and see a BUNCH of guys with cheap horror movie masks resting on top of their heads. An appreciation for music is retained among the ranks, and they're also often announcing their presence when they're on the move because they're singing, humming, or whistling. As always, music venues and parties and mind-altering substances tend to go hand in hand.

2. Buzzo is deeply suspicious of organized religion. He's not entirely clear on what his own religious philosophy is; whether God exists and is evil, or if God simply does not exist outright. Either way, he finds it impossible to believe in a singular, omnipotent God as being a benevolent force in any way, if they exist at all. He can't really believe in that after having met Lisa. This can be seen in him frequently corrupting chior songs into new marketing methods.

3. Since being forcibly made to quit Joy by being abducted by the Stars, Buzzo hasn't seen much of Hallucinatory Lisa. He's pretty convinced she's mad at him because he developed a crush on another girl.

[rp-memes-n-things]

Send “♣” for a random fact about the mun. Send “♠” for a random fact about my muse.

[bileshroom]

she deserved better

[sightshot]

Disowning a surname is normal for a Raider. Forgotten families and whatnot, their only reason is survival as it goes from harshest ways than the norm. Seems he have been through from all his life, understandable. Lucky he didn't live at Commonwealth where every raider is a traitor.

"I see, Buzzo then." Piper respects a human's chosen name, nickname or not. That's how her father taught her. Mannerisms is a must in any situation.

"So, uh. How long have you been here? Did you managed to make friends?" If he does, that's good. If not, there's many fish in the sea. To be with company is better than to be alone, regardless of which place. Spirale or not.

[cyandelightz]

"Not really as of yet, no. But I'm not a particularly social type of person anyway." As if the spikes didn't give that away. "That's not to say I've found the population here unfriendly, or anything like that. If anything, they're more welcoming and helpful than I'm used to."

Getting immediate assistance after arriving here stuck with him. Such a thing wouldn't occur back home. The best you could probably hope for is a poster nearby telling you something you already knew or could guess on your own, or that the local bartender might be able to give you advice or directions. Otherwise, it was every man to himself.

Literally. Probably as a direct result of there being no women - men aren't exactly conditioned to be emotionally intelligent.

Which makes the idea of a woman coming from a similar context… strange, now that he thinks about it. He'd assume a wasteland with women in it would be much better off. Maybe the disaster was very recent from her perspective. Is he curious enough about this to ask about it, though?

The answer is yes, as he looks over her wearing her tattered and faded coat and dust-coated boots and hat. "…So, what happened to your world?"

[cyandelightz]

kleinstar !

He considers Eiden helpful and friendly, but they don't know each other that well at all, and it'll likely remain that way - Buzzo tends to keep people at arm's length with the very rare exception of the people that he thinks will understand him on a fundamental level. It may arguably be safer for people that way, too.

[anationaltreasure-blog]

send me a url/muse name and i’ll post 3 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours

[cyandelightz]

"…Is it bad that I miss my paint clone?"