I honestly have no clue what to put here except for:
- if you are rude and/or send in gross stuff or something along the lines of it you will not be answered
- just have fun here otherwise
- oh also I'm a they/them; Thornberry (who will probably be added to the pfp idk when) goes by she/they
Bit of info from the mod: they can communicate two ways; they can talk and can use a variety of noises/noise combos (Example: churring, or chirping and purring mixed into a sound (sounds kinda like whale calls mixed with a dolphin's clicks)) which are usually translated in parentheses like so; (RT: example) or (example)
Another note to be had: if overwhelmed or in some state of emotional distress, they will resort to exclusively making sounds and the like rather than talking; they cannot help that. Also, they may cover topics involving abuse, electrocution, y'know, the works; if you don't like those, get out
This is run by @shinysaremine
PSA about me
Tags used are as follows
first flow? - asks
flowing current - rp threads that are actively being worked on
broken circuit - rp threads that are done
broken cable - where stuff starts getting serious (or just displays them having panic issues/attacks)
sparky gets soggy - they get wet at all
sparky gets a shut down - they pass out in general
reboot! - regaining consciousness from a unconsciousness episode
biblically accurate sparky - them getting spooked
flying sparks - fleeing the past (or just angst sorta stuff in general)
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
"B-but-" *They frowned, their fluff wilting.* "I'm not lying! I got my shell back! I was a ghostie for a bit but i got my shell back! See the cracks? Thas because it got fixed!" *They pointed to the cracks on their face.*
*They just mumble, confused, before suddenly leaping from their spot and giving Pane a massive (and shockingly (hah) tight) hug. As they do, though, they just frantically start to ramble whilst crying somewhat.*
*They flinched and squeaked as they got hugged, but returned it as they puffed up their fluff.* "I dunno either!! All i remember is my head hurting lots and then i woke up in this dark place, and then i found my sibas and got my shell back!!"
*They half-mumble, forcing- allowing themselves to back up and face Pane, though, they don't seem to notice they're beginning to sway(..?) from the beginnings of their adrenaline spike wearing off as they pant- continue,*
*Murmurs the vessel, before they shift from one foot (paw?) to another and promptly force themselves to sit. All the while, they've released Pane and are rubbing a paw on their own shell.*
O-Or... a l-lot tired.
*They add in an exhausted- drowsy mumble before leaning back and just... passing out on the spot, limpening (luckily up against the wall) and all.*
*After a while (aka ~½-¾ of an hour), they came to slowly, yet again rubbing their shell while staring out in confusion as their mind catches up with them.*
*They begin as a tired mumble which strengthens into a surprised exclamation as they stop rubbing themselves to sit up properly, tail moving to curl around (rather than stay pinned beneath) them.*
Eh..? Mh-! Y-Yeah... just... was s-scared... of m-me.
*Replies Sparky, sounding somewhat tenative as they sit up properly and fully before lightly slubbing (basically just means rubbing one's face against something/someone) Pane's fluff; they seem to be mildly tired still all the while.*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
"B-but-" *They frowned, their fluff wilting.* "I'm not lying! I got my shell back! I was a ghostie for a bit but i got my shell back! See the cracks? Thas because it got fixed!" *They pointed to the cracks on their face.*
*They just mumble, confused, before suddenly leaping from their spot and giving Pane a massive (and shockingly (hah) tight) hug. As they do, though, they just frantically start to ramble whilst crying somewhat.*
*They flinched and squeaked as they got hugged, but returned it as they puffed up their fluff.* "I dunno either!! All i remember is my head hurting lots and then i woke up in this dark place, and then i found my sibas and got my shell back!!"
*They half-mumble, forcing- allowing themselves to back up and face Pane, though, they don't seem to notice they're beginning to sway(..?) from the beginnings of their adrenaline spike wearing off as they pant- continue,*
*Murmurs the vessel, before they shift from one foot (paw?) to another and promptly force themselves to sit. All the while, they've released Pane and are rubbing a paw on their own shell.*
O-Or... a l-lot tired.
*They add in an exhausted- drowsy mumble before leaning back and just... passing out on the spot, limpening (luckily up against the wall) and all.*
*After a while (aka ~½-¾ of an hour), they came to slowly, yet again rubbing their shell while staring out in confusion as their mind catches up with them.*
*They begin as a tired mumble which strengthens into a surprised exclamation as they stop rubbing themselves to sit up properly, tail moving to curl around (rather than stay pinned beneath) them.*
Eh..? Mh-! Y-Yeah... just... was s-scared... of m-me.
*Replies Sparky, sounding somewhat tenative as they sit up properly and fully before lightly slubbing (basically just means rubbing one's face against something/someone) Pane's fluff; they seem to be mildly tired still all the while.*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
"B-but-" *They frowned, their fluff wilting.* "I'm not lying! I got my shell back! I was a ghostie for a bit but i got my shell back! See the cracks? Thas because it got fixed!" *They pointed to the cracks on their face.*
*They just mumble, confused, before suddenly leaping from their spot and giving Pane a massive (and shockingly (hah) tight) hug. As they do, though, they just frantically start to ramble whilst crying somewhat.*
*They flinched and squeaked as they got hugged, but returned it as they puffed up their fluff.* "I dunno either!! All i remember is my head hurting lots and then i woke up in this dark place, and then i found my sibas and got my shell back!!"
*They half-mumble, forcing- allowing themselves to back up and face Pane, though, they don't seem to notice they're beginning to sway(..?) from the beginnings of their adrenaline spike wearing off as they pant- continue,*
*Murmurs the vessel, before they shift from one foot (paw?) to another and promptly force themselves to sit. All the while, they've released Pane and are rubbing a paw on their own shell.*
O-Or... a l-lot tired.
*They add in an exhausted- drowsy mumble before leaning back and just... passing out on the spot, limpening (luckily up against the wall) and all.*
*After a while (aka ~½-¾ of an hour), they came to slowly, yet again rubbing their shell while staring out in confusion as their mind catches up with them.*
*They begin as a tired mumble which strengthens into a surprised exclamation as they stop rubbing themselves to sit up properly, tail moving to curl around (rather than stay pinned beneath) them.*
Eh..? Mh-! Y-Yeah... just... was s-scared... of m-me.
*Replies Sparky, sounding somewhat tenative as they sit up properly and fully before lightly slubbing (basically just means rubbing one's face against something/someone) Pane's fluff; they seem to be mildly tired still all the while.*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
"B-but-" *They frowned, their fluff wilting.* "I'm not lying! I got my shell back! I was a ghostie for a bit but i got my shell back! See the cracks? Thas because it got fixed!" *They pointed to the cracks on their face.*
*They just mumble, confused, before suddenly leaping from their spot and giving Pane a massive (and shockingly (hah) tight) hug. As they do, though, they just frantically start to ramble whilst crying somewhat.*
*They flinched and squeaked as they got hugged, but returned it as they puffed up their fluff.* "I dunno either!! All i remember is my head hurting lots and then i woke up in this dark place, and then i found my sibas and got my shell back!!"
*They half-mumble, forcing- allowing themselves to back up and face Pane, though, they don't seem to notice they're beginning to sway(..?) from the beginnings of their adrenaline spike wearing off as they pant- continue,*
*Murmurs the vessel, before they shift from one foot (paw?) to another and promptly force themselves to sit. All the while, they've released Pane and are rubbing a paw on their own shell.*
O-Or... a l-lot tired.
*They add in an exhausted- drowsy mumble before leaning back and just... passing out on the spot, limpening (luckily up against the wall) and all.*
*After a while (aka ~½-¾ of an hour), they came to slowly, yet again rubbing their shell while staring out in confusion as their mind catches up with them.*
*They begin as a tired mumble which strengthens into a surprised exclamation as they stop rubbing themselves to sit up properly, tail moving to curl around (rather than stay pinned beneath) them.*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
"B-but-" *They frowned, their fluff wilting.* "I'm not lying! I got my shell back! I was a ghostie for a bit but i got my shell back! See the cracks? Thas because it got fixed!" *They pointed to the cracks on their face.*
*They just mumble, confused, before suddenly leaping from their spot and giving Pane a massive (and shockingly (hah) tight) hug. As they do, though, they just frantically start to ramble whilst crying somewhat.*
*They flinched and squeaked as they got hugged, but returned it as they puffed up their fluff.* "I dunno either!! All i remember is my head hurting lots and then i woke up in this dark place, and then i found my sibas and got my shell back!!"
*They half-mumble, forcing- allowing themselves to back up and face Pane, though, they don't seem to notice they're beginning to sway(..?) from the beginnings of their adrenaline spike wearing off as they pant- continue,*
*Murmurs the vessel, before they shift from one foot (paw?) to another and promptly force themselves to sit. All the while, they've released Pane and are rubbing a paw on their own shell.*
O-Or... a l-lot tired.
*They add in an exhausted- drowsy mumble before leaning back and just... passing out on the spot, limpening (luckily up against the wall) and all.*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
"B-but-" *They frowned, their fluff wilting.* "I'm not lying! I got my shell back! I was a ghostie for a bit but i got my shell back! See the cracks? Thas because it got fixed!" *They pointed to the cracks on their face.*
*They just mumble, confused, before suddenly leaping from their spot and giving Pane a massive (and shockingly (hah) tight) hug. As they do, though, they just frantically start to ramble whilst crying somewhat.*
*They flinched and squeaked as they got hugged, but returned it as they puffed up their fluff.* "I dunno either!! All i remember is my head hurting lots and then i woke up in this dark place, and then i found my sibas and got my shell back!!"
*They half-mumble, forcing- allowing themselves to back up and face Pane, though, they don't seem to notice they're beginning to sway(..?) from the beginnings of their adrenaline spike wearing off as they pant- continue,*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
"B-but-" *They frowned, their fluff wilting.* "I'm not lying! I got my shell back! I was a ghostie for a bit but i got my shell back! See the cracks? Thas because it got fixed!" *They pointed to the cracks on their face.*
*They just mumble, confused, before suddenly leaping from their spot and giving Pane a massive (and shockingly (hah) tight) hug. As they do, though, they just frantically start to ramble whilst crying somewhat.*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
"B-but-" *They frowned, their fluff wilting.* "I'm not lying! I got my shell back! I was a ghostie for a bit but i got my shell back! See the cracks? Thas because it got fixed!" *They pointed to the cracks on their face.*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
*They slowly approached the fearful Vessel, crouching down to appear smaller.* "Is otay! I a sibing! My name is Pane!" *They held their hand out for a handshake.*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*The voice yells back, sounding even more spooked, as the greenery deeper within the room, beneath a thorn vine formed ledge, is practically vibrating (stop shivering- you're g-giving yourself away- STOP SHAKING-!)*
(ooc: for anyone who is confused, this takes place after THIS interaction, it has started now because we wanted to start this while we could.)
*Pane wandered around Greenpath, bored. They occasionally stopped, picking up a rock and staring at it before painting some random lines on it and then continued on. They didnt notice that Sparky was near, just minding their own business.*
*From the depths of a room, with thorns near the enterance, someone calls shakily and fearfully,*
*After a while of panicked and stressed sprinting (each half hour being interrupted by passing out momentarily), they found themselves back.*
*Why? Why did they come back here?*
*They just stare up at the Archives, wondering why they came back after so long of trying to avoid it.*
*Just as quickly, though, they flee from it, too, whining softly as they find their way to as secure and soft a room as they can manage, hidden among the greenery and thorns of the Greenpath.*
