HELLO!

[dance-the-world-anew]

Nikola Orsinov rp blog. Run by @behindthesun777. No NSFW or darkshipping rp without prior conversation; go wild otherwise. (Neither of these are moral judgements! Just my personal boundaries!)

[wonderful-rp-resources]

Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you, even if you haven’t reblogged a meme, because I just want to RP with you

[wonderful-rp-resources]

Please reblog this if it’s okay for me to just pop into your ask box to RP with you, even if you haven’t reblogged a meme, because I just want to RP with you

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[the-archivist-system]

My pleasure, dearie.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"You have very beautiful eyes, I must say! Would you like to come in for tea?"

[the-archivist-system]

I would, thank you!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Good!" She left the door open and skittered into the house.

[the-archivist-system]

[They followed her inside.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It was very clearly abandoned, with clutter all over the floors and a section of roof caving in. The lights didn't seem to work, or maybe she just preferred it like this. Nikola's plastic feet tapped on the floor rather satisfyingly as she led her "guest" to the kitchen.

[the-archivist-system]

[They looked around appraisingly as they walked through to the kitchen.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

She put on the kettle, standing in the corner of the kitchen straight as a rod. "Sit wherever you'd like!"

[the-archivist-system]

[They hopped up to sit on the counter.]

Thanks.

[dance-the-world-anew]

The countertop was stained with something, maybe blood. Nikola just stared off into space until the kettle boiled, at which point she moved extremely quickly to pour two cups of tea, pour in sugar and milk(?), and hand one to them.

[the-archivist-system]

[They sniffed the tea tentatively and took a sip.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It tasted slightly odd, but normal enough to be written off as the tea being old. Nikola faked a sip, still grinning even as she raised the cup to her lips.

[the-archivist-system]

[They downed the cup in two gulps, not wanting to be impolite but disliking the tea.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

She tilted her head with a creak. "My, that was fast!"

[the-archivist-system]

...I suppose it was.

[dance-the-world-anew]

They were starting to feel odd. A bit heavy.

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[the-archivist-system]

My pleasure, dearie.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"You have very beautiful eyes, I must say! Would you like to come in for tea?"

[the-archivist-system]

I would, thank you!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Good!" She left the door open and skittered into the house.

[the-archivist-system]

[They followed her inside.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It was very clearly abandoned, with clutter all over the floors and a section of roof caving in. The lights didn't seem to work, or maybe she just preferred it like this. Nikola's plastic feet tapped on the floor rather satisfyingly as she led her "guest" to the kitchen.

[the-archivist-system]

[They looked around appraisingly as they walked through to the kitchen.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

She put on the kettle, standing in the corner of the kitchen straight as a rod. "Sit wherever you'd like!"

[the-archivist-system]

[They hopped up to sit on the counter.]

Thanks.

[dance-the-world-anew]

The countertop was stained with something, maybe blood. Nikola just stared off into space until the kettle boiled, at which point she moved extremely quickly to pour two cups of tea, pour in sugar and milk(?), and hand one to them.

[the-archivist-system]

[They sniffed the tea tentatively and took a sip.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It tasted slightly odd, but normal enough to be written off as the tea being old. Nikola faked a sip, still grinning even as she raised the cup to her lips.

[the-archivist-system]

[They downed the cup in two gulps, not wanting to be impolite but disliking the tea.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

She tilted her head with a creak. "My, that was fast!"

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[the-archivist-system]

My pleasure, dearie.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"You have very beautiful eyes, I must say! Would you like to come in for tea?"

[the-archivist-system]

I would, thank you!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Good!" She left the door open and skittered into the house.

[the-archivist-system]

[They followed her inside.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It was very clearly abandoned, with clutter all over the floors and a section of roof caving in. The lights didn't seem to work, or maybe she just preferred it like this. Nikola's plastic feet tapped on the floor rather satisfyingly as she led her "guest" to the kitchen.

[the-archivist-system]

[They looked around appraisingly as they walked through to the kitchen.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

She put on the kettle, standing in the corner of the kitchen straight as a rod. "Sit wherever you'd like!"

[the-archivist-system]

[They hopped up to sit on the counter.]

Thanks.

[dance-the-world-anew]

The countertop was stained with something, maybe blood. Nikola just stared off into space until the kettle boiled, at which point she moved extremely quickly to pour two cups of tea, pour in sugar and milk(?), and hand one to them.

[the-archivist-system]

[They sniffed the tea tentatively and took a sip.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It tasted slightly odd, but normal enough to be written off as the tea being old. Nikola faked a sip, still grinning even as she raised the cup to her lips.

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[the-archivist-system]

My pleasure, dearie.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"You have very beautiful eyes, I must say! Would you like to come in for tea?"

[the-archivist-system]

I would, thank you!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Good!" She left the door open and skittered into the house.

[the-archivist-system]

[They followed her inside.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It was very clearly abandoned, with clutter all over the floors and a section of roof caving in. The lights didn't seem to work, or maybe she just preferred it like this. Nikola's plastic feet tapped on the floor rather satisfyingly as she led her "guest" to the kitchen.

[the-archivist-system]

[They looked around appraisingly as they walked through to the kitchen.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

She put on the kettle, standing in the corner of the kitchen straight as a rod. "Sit wherever you'd like!"

[the-archivist-system]

[They hopped up to sit on the counter.]

Thanks.

[dance-the-world-anew]

The countertop was stained with something, maybe blood. Nikola just stared off into space until the kettle boiled, at which point she moved extremely quickly to pour two cups of tea, pour in sugar and milk(?), and hand one to them.

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[the-archivist-system]

My pleasure, dearie.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"You have very beautiful eyes, I must say! Would you like to come in for tea?"

[the-archivist-system]

I would, thank you!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Good!" She left the door open and skittered into the house.

[the-archivist-system]

[They followed her inside.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It was very clearly abandoned, with clutter all over the floors and a section of roof caving in. The lights didn't seem to work, or maybe she just preferred it like this. Nikola's plastic feet tapped on the floor rather satisfyingly as she led her "guest" to the kitchen.

[the-archivist-system]

[They looked around appraisingly as they walked through to the kitchen.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

She put on the kettle, standing in the corner of the kitchen straight as a rod. "Sit wherever you'd like!"

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[the-archivist-system]

My pleasure, dearie.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"You have very beautiful eyes, I must say! Would you like to come in for tea?"

[the-archivist-system]

I would, thank you!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Good!" She left the door open and skittered into the house.

[the-archivist-system]

[They followed her inside.]

[dance-the-world-anew]

It was very clearly abandoned, with clutter all over the floors and a section of roof caving in. The lights didn't seem to work, or maybe she just preferred it like this. Nikola's plastic feet tapped on the floor rather satisfyingly as she led her "guest" to the kitchen.

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[the-archivist-system]

My pleasure, dearie.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"You have very beautiful eyes, I must say! Would you like to come in for tea?"

[the-archivist-system]

I would, thank you!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Good!" She left the door open and skittered into the house.

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[the-archivist-system]

My pleasure, dearie.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"You have very beautiful eyes, I must say! Would you like to come in for tea?"

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[the-archivist-system]

Ah. My apologies. Would you... do you like hugs?

[dance-the-world-anew]

"No." She is ever-cheerful as usual, again. "But that's a very kind offer!"

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[the-archivist-system]

You can call me C, if you'd like!

You look... a little worse for wear, dear.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Well yes, ever since the Unknowing, I've been a little... Short on materials." Her smile doesn't vanish but it strains.

[dance-the-world-anew]

Oh, hello dearie! How are you going?

(mod - guess who I'm adopting)

I am just fine! Who are you, exactly? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

[dance-the-world-anew]

Nikola help meye skin is absolutely fucking atrocious

Oh dear! Well, that's good for you - I don't have the ability to spend time taking care of my humans before I peel them anymore! You're safe. For now (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

[dance-the-world-anew]

Have you heard of double avatars?

I'm afraid I don't know much about Avatars at all! What is a double Avatar? (⁠◔⁠‿⁠◔⁠)

[dance-the-world-anew]

Cheerio there!

-you know who

Pardon? Who is this?

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

I'm the toy soldier! Tally ho!

[dance-the-world-anew]

Ah! Well, that makes no sense, considering I killed her years ago. But it's very nice to meet you!

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

I cannot die, I'm not alive! Jolly good to meet you too

[dance-the-world-anew]

I must say, I love your hat. And your voice ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

Well back to you! That is a very nice outfit I do say!

[dance-the-world-anew]

Would you like to come in and have some tea? The owners left a lot of their things behind!

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

That sounds lovely!

[dance-the-world-anew]

She grabbed their hand and led them into an old suburban house. It was falling apart, leaning heavily to one side with severe roof damage. Nikola didn't seem to care about the conditions at all, walking lightly to the disarrayed kitchen and putting the kettle on. "You can sit wherever you like!"

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

Alright!

*it just stands exactly where it is*

[dance-the-world-anew]

So did she. They both stood stock-still until the kettle boiled, at which point she grabbed a few tea bags from a molded cupboard and poured a tea for each of them. "Here you go!"

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

*it holds the cup. Still standing there. Neither of them have proper mouths. Or throats. Or stomachs. After a few moments of nothing in particular happening it throws the tea into its face and says "delightful!" As neither irs position or expression changes.*

[dance-the-world-anew]

She delicately faked a sip instead. "Truly! The humans that lived here did have some wonderful things. I've been making good use of it all!"

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

Sounds lovely! People do tend to leave some delightful things behind

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Indeed. Children come here sometimes, and they assume I was a possession of those humans I killed! I do like scaring them off. They scream quite loudly."

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

I've had people come across me many times. Some have moved past. Some have taken me. All sorts. Some have made me a pet of sorts. Some have not talked to me other then to tell me what to do. Some have just left me there. Many more have done many things. I don't mind. I'm just there.

[dance-the-world-anew]

"I have experienced a few of those things also!"

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

I usually don't care what is done with me. As long as I'm involved. That's all I really want

[dance-the-world-anew]

"It would be quite lovely for you to join my circus troupe! But I suppose you must be getting home soon."

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

Oh they won't notice I'm gone!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Would you like to stay here, then?"

[just-a-jolly-wooden-lad]

Why sure!

[dance-the-world-anew]

"Splendid!"