WHY CAN'T THE WORLD BE SYMMETRICAL

*Muffled sobbing* "I can't... find... a theme that's... SYMMETRICAL" (Death The Kid independent RP Blog(I'm going to put more here when I feel the ability to write a bio. Nothing seems so symmetrical right now to write a bio for DtK right now)) Resume...

[deaththek-blog1]

“it keeps getting more dusty in here the more mun gets busy and lacks motivation...”

[deaththek-blog1]

All these people began following you

[deaththek-blog1]

Kid saw his weapon amongst the crowd of unknown people.

“Well I don’t question that, but do you have any idea who all these people are? I’ve never seen them before.”

“But also, how do you think they got in? Did someone find the key to the door under the mat? I knew I should have moved it somewhere less obvious…”

[bigsisthompson]

Liz simply shrugged.  “I thought you let them in.  But maybe it was Patty.  She does like leaving the  door open. Remember  that time that a raccoon got in? She told me it was her  that left the door open.” 

[deaththek-blog1]

“Yes... The Raccoon Incident...” Kid’s eyes glared into the distance bringing back memories of the striped rat that managed to wander into Kid’s precious home. “Let’s hope our home does not fall to such filthy creatures ne’er again.”

“Ah well, no sense on dwelling over trash that was dumped on the couch and scattered everywhere.” Kid shrugged. “You don’t mind helping me get all these people out do you? I can’t focus with all the noise.”

[deaththek-blog1]

“Alright, I’m here for a bit, I apologize my friends.”

[deaththek-blog1]

“So... Much... Work.... So... Little... Time....”

[deaththek-blog1]

Message from mun!

//Hey guys, so im alive and everything is okay finally, i should be able to start resuming activity on monday probably! I cant wait! Thank you for being patient, i swear im alive

[deaththek-blog1]

((HEy guys, once again im sorry, literally this has been the worst week in my life in regards to my mental health because of a huge thing that happened and I’m like literally questioning my reality sometimes. Sorry if that’s too much, but just, I’m gonna be a little while on replies, promise I’ll do them though))

[deaththek-blog1]

((Hey guys, sorry, my anxiety is through the roof today im not going to make any posts or replies))

[deaththek-blog1]

Stocking opened the door and looked inside. "Hello? Is anyone here?" (hey-low~)

“Wait wait wait! Don’t open that door Stocki-!”

Too late, a shadow burst out of the closet and forced the door wide open, the shadow took form of a black horse with a rider on top.

“Damn it… The Black Knight. Stocking, do whatever you do to fight!” Kid prepared himself to fight without his pistol. Death God Martial Arts.

[elliotthezubat]

“aw shit.”

((warning, I kinda suck at battle RPs XP))

[deaththek-blog1]

“This guy’s always given us trouble, we should really get a lock on that damn door.” Kid ran towards the shadow as the horse reared onto its hind legs, letting out a whinny. He leapt into the air, palms ready to strike at the shadow. Kid was knocked out of the air by the shadow’s own sword.

“Damn it.” Kid let out as the wind was knocked out of him. He plummeted to the ground.

((it’s totes fine)

[the-troubled-orphan-deactivated]

deaththek Found The Orphan!

deaththek

“Hmm? Can I help you with something? What brings you out here?”

[deaththek-blog1]

“This is certainly a nice place you have here!” Kid replied warmly. “I was only taking a walk down a path that I never knew about before, I’m on vacation for a few weeks.”

[deaththek-blog1]

Stocking opened the door and looked inside. "Hello? Is anyone here?" (hey-low~)

“Wait wait wait! Don’t open that door Stocki-!”

Too late, a shadow burst out of the closet and forced the door wide open, the shadow took form of a black horse with a rider on top.

“Damn it... The Black Knight. Stocking, do whatever you do to fight!” Kid prepared himself to fight without his pistol. Death God Martial Arts.

[deaththek-blog1]

Someone started following you

[deaththek-blog1]

“Thank you…”

Kid reached for the tissue and gingerly pulled it from his weapon’s hands. She was always supportive when he eventually came to breaking down. He brought the soft white tissue to his nose and took a breath in.

lilacs… It smells like lilacs…

Kid thrust his arms forward and examined the tissue, just before he was about to blow his nose. He looked it up and down, wondering what could have caused the smell. There were no pigment stains of the purple flowers, the tissue felt like any other tissue. His demeanor was recomposed when he began the investigation of the object, there could definitely be a very obvious explanation, but he was unsure of the reason for the sweet aroma.

“Liz, does this tissue have any sort of lotion on it? It smells something like flowers…”

[demontwin-liz]

She blinked, looking at him a bit confused. “Flowers?” she repeated in a questioning manner, arching an eyebrow as she looked down at the tissue. “I suppose my perfume might have impregnated it a little…” she replied, the only theory she could find for the odd scent. “Does it smell too much like it?” then again, was it really that bad that it smelled like flowers? 

[deaththek-blog1]

Her perfume?!

Kid felt his heart palpitate for a good second after hearing this, his eyes widened, hopefully not too much. He had never stopped to smell the perfume around his weapon, or stopped to smell the flowers I should say. Kid stayed motionless, blood rushing to his cheeks, making him blush. He felt the warmth and immediately snapped out of his trance.

“Ah yes! I see! Perfume! Very nice! It’s important that weapons make sure they remain hygienic! Yes!” Kid stumbled over his words, hoping to recover the minute he had lost to a moment of pure sweet-smelling paralysis. His tongue still seemed made of stone as he tried to exclaim each phrase. He gripped the tissue in his hand harder and brought it straight to his nose. He inhaled again, about to blow his nose.

Flowers...

Without skipping a beat kid blew his nose with a mighty huff. He quickly balled up the now used tissue, and threw it as far away as possible, aiming for a trash can on the other side of the room, so as to put the thoughts away from his mind as quickly as possible. With a tiny sound of something hitting the plastic of the garbage can, Kid threw up his arms in exaggerated-triumph.

“Score!” Kid exclaimed.

[deaththek-blog1]

All these people began following you

“excuse me, but what exactly are you doing in my house?” Kid asked the sudden guests, he had just come out of the shower and suddenly they had all appeared!

[bigsisthompson]

“I live here.” Liz replied as she held onto a bowl of ice  cream she was just about to  take into her room.

[deaththek-blog1]

Kid saw his weapon amongst the crowd of unknown people.

“Well I don’t question that, but do you have any idea who all these people are? I’ve never seen them before.”

“But also, how do you think they got in? Did someone find the key to the door under the mat? I knew I should have moved it somewhere less obvious...”

[deaththek-blog1]

Someone started following you

[deaththek-blog1]

“Why cruel world was I created asymmetric?” Kid cried to himself, “Asymmetry represents failure when in nature, I will soon be picked off by evolution to make room for a more advanced, more symmetric race.” His muttering slowly became more odd and darwinian. Boy was he out of control. On and on he rambled, even as Liz scolded him.

He felt a hand on his back and soon stopped his crying. His eyes were red from tears, his nose had only snot coming from his sinuses, no sign of blood yet. Soon he sat up on the pavement, his legs criss-crossed. He looked to Liz with his grotesque face.

“Really?” He sniffled, “you’re absolutely sure?” A second passed by as he looked at Liz and felt the world slowly coming back to him. He sighed when his eyes no longer had tears melting his vision. He put a finger to his nostril, checking for blood, nothing came up.

“Phew… At least there’s that…” In his post-cry stupor, he showed his hand to Liz, as proof that his nose for one spectacular time, was not leaking blood.

[demontwin-liz]

Liz rolled her eyes, hearing him cry over something so stupid, at least for her. She really tried to understand his OCD but it was kinda impossible for her. “You’re exaggerating, Kid. you won’t be replaced by another, more symmetrical… creature.” she furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head a little after listening to herself say something like that, making sure he didn’t see her. 

The pistol stopped rubbing his back when he sat up, looking like a little kid. The sight was funny, but over all just adorable, and managed to bring out a soft smile from her. “I’m completely sure no one will notice, Kid. Don’t worry about it.” she replied with a nod, flashing him another smile as he finally calmed down. 

“No blood, that’s great.” Liz chuckled softly before taking out a tissue and gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. She couldn’t help her motherly side from coming out in this kind of situations, especially when her meister looked like this. For more annoying that it was, she still cared about him. “There. Now take it and blow your nose.” she said, handing him the tissue. 

[deaththek-blog1]

“Thank you...”

Kid reached for the tissue and gingerly pulled it from his weapon’s hands. She was always supportive when he eventually came to breaking down. He brought the soft white tissue to his nose and took a breath in.

lilacs... It smells like lilacs...

Kid thrust his arms forward and examined the tissue, just before he was about to blow his nose. He looked it up and down, wondering what could have caused the smell. There were no pigment stains of the purple flowers, the tissue felt like any other tissue. His demeanor was recomposed when he began the investigation of the object, there could definitely be a very obvious explanation, but he was unsure of the reason for the sweet aroma.

“Liz, does this tissue have any sort of lotion on it? It smells something like flowers...”

[hiccuphaddck-deactivated2015082]

[deaththek-blog1]

sharktooth-scythe​ started following you!

“Damn it, not you again, where’s Maka? I came here to look for Maka... I need to ask her about her recent findings in relation to the Kishin.” Kid’s face elongated at the sight of the scythe.

[deaththek-blog1]

All these people began following you

“excuse me, but what exactly are you doing in my house?” Kid asked the sudden guests, he had just come out of the shower and suddenly they had all appeared!

[deaththek-blog1]

Someone started following you

[demontwin-liz]

“Eeek!” Liz squealed softly and jumped away as Kid practically went crazy. Her eyes widened and an eyebrow arched again in confusion and surprise at the reaction. “Kid, what are you talking about?? That’s not- What the-” she tried to form a coherent sentence but the way he was reacting was just making her patience grow short. 

The pistol growled softly as she tried to keep it cool, but it was only making it worse. “WOULD YOU CALM DOWN ALREADY, THIS ISN’T AS BAD AS YOU’RE MAKING IT LOOK LIKE!” she exploded as he fell to the ground and began to sob like a little kid throwing a tantrum. 

But it was impossible to deal with him when he got one of his little episodes. Too bad Patty wasn’t there to help him calm down, usually she was the one to do it. With a deep sigh, Liz walked over and knelt down next to him. “Kid it’s not that bad, okay? I promise you no one will notice!” she said in a more calm tone, patting his back softly. “Try taking it easy, this is only gonna make your nose bleed.”

[deaththek-blog1]

“Why cruel world was I created asymmetric?” Kid cried to himself, “Asymmetry represents failure when in nature, I will soon be picked off by evolution to make room for a more advanced, more symmetric race.” His muttering slowly became more odd and darwinian. Boy was he out of control. On and on he rambled, even as Liz scolded him.

He felt a hand on his back and soon stopped his crying. His eyes were red from tears, his nose had only snot coming from his sinuses, no sign of blood yet. Soon he sat up on the pavement, his legs criss-crossed. He looked to Liz with his grotesque face.

“Really?” He sniffled, “you’re absolutely sure?” A second passed by as he looked at Liz and felt the world slowly coming back to him. He sighed when his eyes no longer had tears melting his vision. He put a finger to his nostril, checking for blood, nothing came up.

“Phew... At least there’s that...” In his post-cry stupor, he showed his hand to Liz, as proof that his nose for one spectacular time, was not leaking blood.