Dude, Hold My Thesaurus. I Got This Lyric.

((Indie RP blog for one fan's take on a fictional version of Sparkles* from Area 11. Personal theories abound. No Real Person role play here.))

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Escape From I.C.

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cassandraecho‌:

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Parv didn’t appear entirely placated, but he did back off, turning away in a huff. “‘Later’,” he mimicked Cassandra, then mumbled, “It always has to be later, doesn’t it…” He wandered away, perhaps sulking, grinding the tip of his shoe into some scraggly weeds that had managed to take root in the building’s foundation. He offered no opinion on Sparkles*’s assessment of the Echo situation.

“What more can they get?” Cassy softly questioned, switching her weight to one hip and wrapping her arms around her waist. She glanced over at Parv but still taking to Sparkles*. “They already know everything from previous encounters. There’s nothing new that they should know about… But fuck, if they have half of Her plus my knowledge then they’re planning something big. We all can’t be reclaimed, not even one of us, again.”

Cassandra spoke a little louder to get Parv’s attention. “Parv, do you wanna come back over here? Um, we need to figure out what to do now since we’re basically fugitives.”

“They’ll always want to wring out every last quadbit they can get. Maybe they’re trying something new but they don’t have enough of whatever else is left from the Echoplane to use for it. If we can hole up somewhere we could try hacking them to find out...or find some other way to fight back and stop them. If only we had an entire half of a goddess to utilize...” Sparkles* looked thoughtfully over at Parvis.

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Escape From I.C.

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cassandraecho‌:

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“Unness…!!” A wave of outrage flooded through Parv. He brought the guitar down – not toward Sparkles* but onto the concrete at his own feet, shattering the weapon into pixels that flickered out of existence as he stalked forward, pointing an accusing finger toward the cryptic ginger. “He fucking dropped me into the void! He took away everything I knew, everything that I ever wanted in life! I was alone, and falling, and it was dark, and cold, and I almost died! She was upset and didn’t understand why you did it, and She’s the one who wants you to pay for it now!” 

He jabbed his finger into Sparkles*’s chest. Tears were welling in his eyes. “This is Her anger! And I’m the one who has to keep feeling it every time I see your stupid face!” Despite his vicious tone his expression showed a measure of fear, more tears streaking down his cheeks. His voice broke. “And…And…And I’m scared you’ll do it again!!”

Cassandra rubbed at her temples and closed her eyes for just a moment. “I’m- I don’t know where to begin with this. How about this, we take a step back and stop fighting for one moment, please? I don’t care who started what.”

She stepped between the two taller men, looking up at them with a ‘cut it out’ expression. At least they were separated from each other’s reach, they would have to get around Cassy. They wouldn’t touch her, she thought, they wouldn’t dare hurt her. “Now, you can talk about your problems with each other later. At the moment, we need to figure out what the hell is going on with the Goddess, me, and… What happened? How long was I out?”

Sparkles* gazed down at the finger pressed into his sternum. He sighed heavily. “Parvis, did it occur to you that I -- and She -- were acting out of anger as well? And that maybe I didn’t have complete control at the time? Just like you don’t have control over Her anger that you keep feeling, I couldn’t stop what was happening, either. Why do you think I kept trying to find you and apologize? She was angry at Herself for breaking the door. We just ended up being proxies for Her to lash out at Herself. I’m sure every person, even a god, has a part of them they’d like to get rid of, and She gained the perfect opportunity to do so. You just happened to be the vessel at the time.”

He regarded Parv’s teary face and continued softly, “If you’re still afraid, you’ll have to find strength inside yourself to overcome it. Bashing my head in isn’t going to change things, for either of you in there.”

He backed up a step as Cassandra moved between him and Parv. “I don’t know how long you were out, Cass, time has become... relative for me. As for Her, I think Inertia might have half of Her now. I haven’t been able to find Leo or Kogie anywhere, and even though I didn’t find proof while I was sneaking around in there, the guys might have been reclaimed. Parv obviously still has his fourth of Her and by some miracle they haven’t caught him. So aside from reclaiming their project of you, Cassandra, they might have been trying to see if they could make up for the missing half-” He paused to point to Parvis and then himself. “-by getting info and data out of you.”

[dudeholdmythesaurus]

Escape From I.C.

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cassandraecho‌:

guitarvis‌:

Parv yelps when the fabric of reality parts. The sight fills the pit of his stomach with cold dread and he backs away, his fight or flight response warring for control. He jerks one hand through the air and his guitar appears. He grips it with both hands once again but they’re shaking. He takes another step back. He starts to raise it over one shoulder like a baseball bat, wide eyes watching Sparkles* for the slightest offensive movement.

There’s a tangible tenseness filling the space between them. Parv looks twitchy enough to lunge at any second, yet seems to also be trying to hold himself back to wait for an explanation from the singer.

Cassandra nearly jumps when the portal(?) opens to her right, backing away and clasping her hands into fists. The sudden rip through space-time to reveal- oh, Sparkles*. She relaxes, an emerald gaze meets blue and it wasn’t long until it was broken.

But Jesus fucking Christ. Despite the looming fog clouding some of her memory, Cassandra clearly remembers the feud between the duo.

“You two.” She spoke through gritted teeth. Cassandra’s hood slid off, pink hair becoming visible and a clear expression of frustration. “I’m not dealing with this- this vendetta! It’s unnecessary and childish, especially in the situation we were just in. At least some of us were in.” A glare was shot at Sparkles*.

“Us two? It’s him, not me.” Sparkles* continued to eye Parv while replying to Cassandra. “I have reasons for that situation you just mentioned. It might sound like I screwed up something again, and apparently I owe more apologies, which I will make as long as he stops trying to kill me for five seconds. Just as well I wasn’t fully there, you saw him take a swing at me. It’s his vendetta, not mine. I’ve been trying to apologize for what feels like years, but he won’t...”

He sighed and glanced at Cassandra again for as long as he dared, not trusting Parvis to overlook his inattentiveness. “How are you feeling? I know you’re not...all right, but...you are safer now, and things can be fixed.”

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guitarvis‌:

“Okay, okay.” Parvis slid off the rock then rubbed at his right temple as if trying to massage a headache away. Returning to the dirt path, he tried to focus on the directions holo-Sparkles* had given him while mentally batting away other questions. 

The further they went, the less technological noise there was. An old wooden footbridge took them across a shallow river and into land that had once seen industrial use but was now being reclaimed by nature. Amidst the trees were the remains of stone buildings, their partially fallen walls decorated with random graffiti. Parvis eyed them carefully as they passed, remembering all too well how any structure, no matter how dilapidated, could be a place for lurking zombies and Creepers – even though they didn’t exist in this world. He instinctively moved around to put himself between Cassandra and these building remnants each time they came across one.

A shorter footbridge eventually brought them to a large, open-sided structure resting on rusted iron supports, its intact roof made of corrugated metal. The cement floor was occasionally dotted with weeds that had grown through cracks, although these were still surprisingly few given the structure’s age; it was from an era long before modern technology, when things were built to last.

Parvis slowly walked across the floor, looking around and looking up to observe the whole of the structure. There was no sign as yet of anyone else having been present. 

There’s no sign of anyone…and then a rent appears in the air outside two metal supports to Cassandra’s right. The plants and sunlight are bisected, then split open and a bluish-black environment appears between the edges. From this space Sparkles* steps. It closes behind him, allowing no further study. His gaze falls on Parvis then moves to Cassandra and he looks relieved—

But only for a moment. His eyes harden as he looks toward Parvis again. “So, I guess it’s later now. Come on, then. Let’s have at it.” He stands with his arms at his sides, not making a move to pull out a weapon or defend himself although fully expecting Parv to snap again.

[dudeholdmythesaurus]

Oh my god Parv stop having a crisis and get to the rendezvous point

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aren’t you the ghostofsparkles* though

I’m also supposedly the ghostofrecords and ghost cassette, but that doesn’t mean they’re all literal.

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dude are you like a hologram or a ghost

SSHHHHhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHhhhhhhHHHHHhhhhhh.

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Escape From I.C.

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guitarvis:

cassandraecho:

dudeholdmythesaurus:

The thing about Cassandra grabbing Sparkles*’s arm is–

She passes through him.

He cursed under his breath and pulled his arm away, hoping she’ll maybe think she didn’t make contact in the first place. He waved the same arm at Parv, trying to signal him to open the damn door without yelling it to him.

What. The. Actual. Fuck. 

Her hand ghosts through Sparkles*- literally went inside and through Sparkles*. Cassandra’s face goes from shock to confused in a matter of moments, looking up at the singer of the band. Her demeanor changed when she looked at who he was waving at. “We need to go, come on!”

Parvis saw Cassandra’s expression change but didn’t catch why, although he felt a sudden, irrational stab of anger rise inside him with Sparkles* coming closer. His brows drew down in a scowl and his fingers gripped the guitar so tightly they turned white. 

Something took hold of him. He closed the distance, swinging right for the singer’s face.

Sparkles* didn’t even try to duck. He merely frowned in disappointment while his entire form glitched as the guitar passed through him. “Damn it, Parv, I told you we could fight later. Put that away and open the door! You need to get Cassandra out of here.”

He reached forward and flicked Parv in the forehead, initiating a split-second VR link and transferring scrambled coordinates. “Go there. I’ll catch up with you.”

[dudeholdmythesaurus]

Escape From I.C.

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guitarvis:

cassandraecho:

Cassandra’s breath picked up its pace when they finally reached the bottom floor, with each breath rolling across her lips. Anxiousness and anticipation were created in response of adrenaline pumping through her veins. They were almost there, but they had to keep their wits about them. This was not the place to make a mistake, not even in the slightest.

She grabbed Sparkles*’s arm to lead her, whispering softly. “We only have a few more minutes until the cameras are live again, but it won’t be long until we’re out.”

It might be about then that a sound ahead does reach the two escapees: that of an electric guitar shredding away. When they reach the correct junction they will see Parv at the far end of the hallway fending off a half dozen small, floating robotic orbs that are clearly having trouble flying straight under the onslaught of sound waves. The backpack amplifier was a good call, having an option to disrupt radio frequencies, and Parv had found the frequency the robots operated on. Three other orbs were on the floor, panels caved in from blunt force. 

He had taken a few good swings before switching to auditory attacks. There were also a few laser burns on the walls and a smoking, discarded jacket on the floor. Parv’s shirt sleeves and jeans were ripped in assorted spots, but lasers hadn’t done that.

He sent another blast at the robots, tilting the guitar up and throwing his head to the side, lost in the tune. He only just gets a glimpse of two figures moving toward him. “Oh shit!” He grabbed the neck of the guitar in both hands and swung at the orbs, catching two of them on the first pass and nailing a third on the back swing. They all went crashing into the walls.  He kicked the cord free of the amplifier and took a wider swing. Down went one more robot. In a surprisingly smooth motion he slid the guitar into pocketspace and grabbed the straps on the amplifier, using it to smash into the two remaining orbs. Not being meant for use as a weapon the amplifier started to break apart upon impact, but it did more damage to the orbs than they did to it. 

Parv shoved it into pocketspace and removed his guitar again, hefting it like a bat while waiting for Sparkles* and Cassandra to reach him. His shoulders heaved from exertion but he was still ready to defend.

The thing about Cassandra grabbing Sparkles*’s arm is--

She passes through him.

He cursed under his breath and pulled his arm away, hoping she’ll maybe think she didn’t make contact in the first place. He waved the same arm at Parv, trying to signal him to open the damn door without yelling it to him.

[dudeholdmythesaurus]

Escape From I.C.

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cassandraecho:

Despite the urge to lessen the tension by talking, Cassandra refrained and only pulled the lab coat across her body tighter. She couldn’t risk both her and Sparkles*’s life by talking. Pretty sure Sparkles* does not want that on his tombstone anyways. But does that really matter when she has pink hair? It puts a large target on both of their backs that screams ‘hey, look at me!’ Whatever, all that mattered was that they needed to get out.

With every turn, déjà vu continues to come in waves and crashing over Cassandra. She remembers turning down this hall, taking a few strides to this room to temporarily hide. Thank goodness they have eluded such high panic this time around. For now, she added in her thoughts.

Sparkles* ushered her into the stairwell and down two of the flights before looking up the middle at the sound of footsteps clanging on a higher staircase -- four floors up and climbing. Pink hair flashed over the rail at the landing, then the footsteps continued upward.

“Decoy is out of the bag,” he muttered. He leaped down stairs two at a time to reach the door exiting onto the delivery receiving level. They were a few corridors away from the rendezvous with Parvis. He slowed down, putting an arm out to caution Cassandra in case there was a fight ahead. He then pressed himself close to the wall and moved at a slower jog, remaining wary.

[dudeholdmythesaurus]

Escape From I.C.

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cassandraecho:

A slight jump reaction was earned from Cassandra at the sound of Sparkles*’s voice. Her hand that was pressed deep into her cheek was moved down to the desk in front of her as she gathered her thoughts.

“Yes.” She vocalized, turning on the monitor to the computer. “I’m ready.”

The slight pause made Cassandra’s leg shake in anticipation until Sparkles* spoke again and commanded that the cameras needed to be cut. A password manifested onto her fingertips to ᴏᴠᴇʀʀɪᴅᴇ the system and she stood from the chair.

Pulling her hair into a high ponytail, she chewed on her bottom lip, waiting on a familiar face to appear on the other side of the door frame. 

And appear he did, almost as if out of nowhere, wearing a long lab coat and protective eyewear, khakis, and slip-resistant shoes. Not nearly as normal an appearance as the last time they left this place. He shucked the coat and threw it to her. He wore a white button down shirt and black tie underneath, looking like he was merely about to take a lunch break.  “Come on. We’ve only got one person to cover us on the way out and we have to go down three floors as well. We have a chance of getting out unnoticed but there is no time to waste.”

He waited for her to put on the lab coat, which feels oddly cool despite how he had just been wearing it, and waved her out the door, keeping behind her and quietly calling out which direction to go to reach the stairs. He regularly glanced behind them for signs of pursuit despite his assurance.

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Escape From I.C.

[Starter for @cassandraecho, @guitarvis ]

Sparkles*’s voice sounds out from what might be a hidden speaker in the room Cassandra is currently being held in.

“Cassandra, can you hear me?”

“Are you ready to begin?”

. . .

“Take those cameras down now.”

“I’ll meet with you momentarily.”

[dudeholdmythesaurus]

you might want to hide cassandra’s noticeable pink hair

Cool, I’ll pick up some dye at a shop on my way to busting her out, because I have time for that.

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I got some schematics of the place... unless you remember it well.

I would prefer tech schematics but it won’t hurt to compare my blueprints to current ones.

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Oh yeah, by the way, I’m sending Parv to lead the charge. Think you can do something about the security cameras?

[dudeholdmythesaurus]

I got some schematics of the place... unless you remember it well.

I would prefer tech schematics but it won’t hurt to compare my blueprints to current ones.

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I’m sorry that I let you down a lifetime ago.

Wait, where have I heard that one before...

Oh yeah. I wrote it.

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just the two of you?

Nah. Just because it’s possible doesn’t mean I would leave the rest of the band out.