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@emptyzone
A STROKE OF DEFIANCE.
💥 side-blogroll: mirror / doise / jae's ic blog / man's ic blog / zammy's ic blog💥
independent, extremely private & selective multimuse blog with a primary focus on wacky crossovers, on-blog dynamics, and overall having a good time. read rules before following. non-rp blogs dni, you will be blocked on sight. emptyzone plot masterdoc here.
ongoing event(s): ( e : the other side of paradise . 🎀💻🟢 ) / ( e : starry night . )
Live and real Pierre quotes,
...why is he laughing? What was so funny? This was supposed to be the other way around, wasn't it?? Bigger creatures didn't usually laugh at him. Usually, they got angry... others screamed in surprise. Sometimes, they seemed to think he was cute, and they tried to pet him. He usually left when that sort of thing started to happen.
But... hm. Guga. Snuga. If they looked so similar, and had similar names, maybe they had similar personalities, too...? Maybe he found it funny in some way. It found him funny in a way, too.
...
What.
How did he know the names of its friends?????????? What????? The little creature's mouth opens in shock, antennae sticking straight up. Is he a wizard??? It's supposed to stay away from those. Even Snuga knew not to mess with wizards. Any snail would know that.
This is a lot for its little head to wrap around. Somehow, he knew. It nods once its shock has worn off a bit, inadvertently correctly answering both of his questions.
"Snierre. Snene. Snalter." How does it communicate this...? Eventually, it decides to put its hands in the shape of a little heart. Humans seemed to understand gestures and symbols easily.
"Kitorimi." (Friends.)
He wasn't really sure how the other would respond. It was literally a joke. Genuinely, he's not a numbers guy but what were the chances that he was right on the mark, understanding context clues and everything to piece together the actual names of the friends the little guy had. That would be... Ridiculous... H. Huh.
Wh--... His giggly expression drops as the other looks at him in shock.
... Y--...
...You know what, maybe he is a wizard, at this point. There is no WAY he managed to get all three of the names on point. W. Okay. Th. This whole situation is fully and wholly ridiculous, but what meeting of two Gugas wouldn't be at least a bit silly? But wow. Okay. He should buy lottery ticke--... No, he's not even going to finish that thought, he's not dumb enough to gamble. As funny as it is to make gambling jokes.
It's not like the other needed to list off the other's names to confirm it given the expression prior, but you could see the dancer's brows raise when the other makes the gesture to confirm that. Y. Yeah. Guys being dudes. He's not gonna worry about it.
"Uhhhh..." He appears flabbergasted that he got it right, still, as he points to himself once again, "... Pierre. Rene. Walter." Awkward pause. "K. Kit. Kitori... me." That means friend or something like that, right. Or did he just make himself look even stupider. Uh. What language is this, even.
... A phone is slipped back into her tail as she looks off into the horizon. Mari had been popped back to a field that she was able to recognize. She could just go to Empty Zone from here with ease, or even Frisk's place, but... Ah. The cat decides to just... Lay on her back, carefully upon multiple clovers. She's been 2 years old for a long time, you see. She doesn't really know much about her own species at this point, it's just something she... Knows.
Prediction. That was the word. It happened way in the past, too... A now vaguely fuzzy memory for Mari, but still there. When she was getting Frisk out of a forest falling apart, and suddenly she realized that ...
...What was it? She was, in fact, trying to warn FRIEND of what was apparently Messie's arrival. That's what it was. That's that wave of power she had predicted that made her even more terrified because she had no idea what it was, for a second. Maybe, just maybe... If FRIEND had just listened and stopped there, it wouldn't... It wasn't consistent, was the thing. It...
...
She warily pulls her arm away from the clovers she was laying on. Right, these flowers were especially small but spoke their mind a lot, making her overthink, too... Mari rolls over and just... Stares up at the sky for a while.
It doesn't really know why it bothers speaking to humans, sometimes. They never understood it. Maybe there was something kind of amusing about how confused they looked every time...
...oh! He's still trying to communicate. It's never really been that interested in putting in the effort to actually converse with a human, but... he does look an awful lot like it. And it's kind of curious about that. He's interesting.
Especially considering that his name was also extremely similar to its own.
"..." The snail seems to deliberate for a moment, antennae moving up and down in thought. Then, a little arm comes out so that it could point to itself.
"Snuga."
Technically, his full name was Snoogabiniporomino... something. But he isn't gonna remember or say all of that.
Part of him wasn't exactly sure if he should expect a reply that he would understand. Honestly, it kind of bummed him out that he couldn't really understand Pierre Jr without a live translator at all times... Those automatic translation apps are not good with French, it seems. At all. Even Rene knew a bit more than him, somehow... Alas.
Guga at least has the common sense to give the other time. Maybe a courtesy that wouldn't be given if the other clearly wasn't. Another him. Seriously, there's this, Gameshow Host... How many hims were out there? For that matter, how many of the other three were out there..??? Maybe they should all get together and pick off Pivolos one-by-one! Then NOBODY would have to deal with those thieving birds or... Whatever form they took on, in alternate worlds.
Ahhhh. That would be the dream.
He watches as the other's little arm comes out, points at itself, and...
...Snrrk. Sorry. Sorry, he knows it's rude, but. Okay.
"What, is there also a Snierre, Snalter, and uh. Snene?" A small snicker as he readjusts his position a bit, "Is this your whole thing? Buggin people?" Said as if that also wasn't some of his song and dance.
Vincent van Gogh - "Field with Poppies" (1889)
I think I finally tweaked my rules page enough where I'm content with the length / contents. Nothing major, just reworded a lot.
@tetramulti asked:
A very familiar pair of eyes fades into view from within the shadows, a wide smile following. "I SEE YOUR DELIBERATION OF OPENING A DARK FOUNTAIN. DO NOT WORRY... THE TIME IS NOT YET. HOWEVER, I MUST ASK... ARE YOU TRULY THIS HESITANT TO DO SO? IT IS MUCH EASIER THAN ONE WOULD THINK." "AND IF YOU REQUIRE ATTENTION TO BE DIRECTED ELSEWHERE TO DO SO... LET ME KNOW. I HAVE MY WAYS." Maybe it wanted the chaos, maybe it wanted to see what could come of Man's dark world. Who can really tell?
An inevitability. Smart man, he is. He understands that.
Eyes gradually glance up at the other. Part of him... Can't be too surprised that it know about his deliberation. Of course it would know. It had to know what he knew, right? Words on a screen. Fingers, typing away. The dull glow of a computer monitor. Man lets out a gentle sigh, remaining sat in the kitchen chair.
"Making one on Empty Zone would be too obvious, is what I was thinking. Jae has a ton of friends who'd immediately swarm it the second they realize what's going on. One of them is bound to have a soul that could just. Get rid of it, immediately. And..." A somber relent, "I... Would get caught immediately, knowing my luck. What happens, then..?"
I don't exactly want to be the villain here. I just want to get stronger, and have the ability to alter scenarios in my favor.
"And what if the 'end of the world' really does happen, the second I open it up? I can't have that on my head." He looks down at his glass of water, "... That's exactly what I've become stronger to be against, right? The ability to stop Jae from getting into said 'end of the world' situations? To be able to stop it, before it even starts..?"
That's what was holding him back, after learning of a potential concequence. An imprint of someone else. Miis are especially adaptable to their environments. They tend to subtly (or not subtly, in Omino's case) take in a few traits from those around them.
The slime mustache had to be one of Snuga's most devilish pranks. It really wasn't often that it had the opportunity to try pulling it off. But, the few times it's witnessed the reaction... it was legendary. Somehow, it's never been caught doing it, either. No one had ever woken up while it was making its masterpiece. This was a bit risky to attempt it on someone who it had seen awake not long ago, but...
...O. Oh. Incredibly risky, as a matter of fact. The snail immediately retreats far into its shell as fast as possible, bouncing a little on top of him with the abruptness of the motion and even quivering a bit in fear once it settled, but...
...?
An impossibly tiny hand reaches out of the darkness. Then, two. A tiny face emerges, with two magenta cheeks. No, it was never scared— what are you talking about?
"...Nai bibrimo mai." (You prank me.)
He watches it retreat, and then it clicks. This... Other him. Is a snail..? Of some kind? Maybe he could be off the mark, but... Of all things. A snail-like creature. Guga shockingly doesn't make any more sudden movements or attempt to grab the other-- Lord knows that he'd be scared if some guy that could hold him in one hand tried to grab him, for a second.
... Guga watches intently as the other gradually emerges from it's shell. I. Is it weirdly egotistical to admit the other was a bit cute? Or was that like... A different term all together...
...Gradual head tilt. That... sure wasn't Italian the other was speaking. Dang it. Surrounded by little guys you couldn't understand... Cruel fate upon little gugar, here. He lets a gentle sigh, using a free hand to lightly rub at one of his temples.
"..." He points at himself. "...Guga." God, he feels like a caveman. He then points at the other. "...Also? Guga???" It very well could be a coinci--... No, he's already internally crossing out that notion, l... Look at the other. Come on.
I will always appreciate everyone's patience, btw. We're all friends here but. yeag,
... Not much time had really passed, huh? Ever since the portal closed, the three were left watching after Junior, doing their best to keep it's attention occupied. Guga was always good at distracting as a whole-- Frozen paint and all. What a good idea... And Walter was almost always able to keep a brave face, and Rene...
... He had to excuse himself, after a while. An expression he deemed too sullen to show to a child in such dire times remained on his face as he slunk back to his room to sit on his bed, slowly tucking his knees into his chest. Rene didn't bother to take his shoes off, he just... Felt a heaviness. In his chest.
It would be fine. It had to be. Why else would Pierre willingly throw himself into such a situation? He was... So brave. So brave, despite dealing with all of that. It were him... If it were someone he knew in some odd situation where he didn't know all of the details-- He just knew they were in trouble, would he be able to steel himself? Would his integrity shine through, at all?
... He buries his face into his arms that were now locked around his legs, his hair drooping in tow. Doubt always ate away at him. Methodically, like a bug on a leaf. Rene knows this situation isn't about him, he knows that nobody would hold it against him for feeling like this, he's just...
... Terrified. So, so terrified of what happens next.
Sydney Laurence - "Northern Lights" (1921)
Eugh, my dashboard looks ugly again despite the extensions. Hopefully the extension makers fix that soon.
Thank heavens that he was able to heal Marley. He was worried it would be blocked, somehow, or he'd be intercepted, but thankfully, with the chaos unfolding, it seemed like he came in at just the right window of time. His gaze follows the blur off to the side, though. Everyone was closing in... He couldn't help but continue to make. V. Very confused glances at Mr. Kaard, King, and some giant robot off to the side. What do you mean that Roulxs..? You know what, didn't matter right now.
He didn't walk into this expecting ACTing to do... Anything. In this world, ATTACKING was sadly, more often than not, the only option. It's not like Ralsei was here to swing at Vex, no, he intended to double down on the healing aspect... Yet he watched the interaction Vex had with Zammy. Those lasers... The other absorbing Zammy's attack.
What... Was that? Ralsei saw Zammy's eyes widen at some sort of realization, before she fired yet another shot that actually hit with no shenanigans after that thanks to Marley's interference, tearing through the wing, but... It seemed like the other had a very intense healing factor. Zammy did stop he assault as she began to circle backwards-- Ralsei falling back as well to meet up with her.
"...That was REALLY weird." Zammy managed, watching Pierre's continued schmovement from a distance, "My special eyes are... Special. Dark dimensional energy. I don't think it's anything you're used to, Prince."
"...You're right, but..." Ralsei's brows furrowed a bit, as he remained on high alert, trying to scope out who to heal next, "What did they mean by that..? They seemed to absorb that attack, and..."
"...Mhh. I need to be more careful." Zammy shook her head, "Don't want to hit the poor angel helping us on accident, either... I need to try to strike when they're fully distracted." Another general glance towards Pierre in the distance, "...Man. He is fast. Sonic the Hedgehog if he were french."
Ralsei just. Kind of glances at her at that comment.
... He felt his heart racing. He didn't dare look behind him in the chaos. Part of him is shocked that he had outpaced most, but it's not like he could dwell on that right now. The other shrieked. Pierre only became more confused in his frenzy. That cry for help... What was it for, then? Do you even remember calling for help, in the first place?
The swing of the blade. The sound of stone arising behind him. An unnatural reversal--... He doesn't even fully realize it happened as the other manages to stop it, as he continues to run and stay out of harms way.
This was truly madness. Doubt claws at the back of his skull. I should've just stayed with Pierre Jr and the others, just let everyone else handle this, I have NO idea what I'm doing outside of calling out for the other. This isn't a bare box with no other options, he CHOSE to be here. He knows it's his morals, and he clearly did SOMETHING, but... It's not like he was here to tank hits for Maxim-- Vex--... Whoever this was, at this point. Everyone here had a right to attack, but...
...He snaps out of his thoughts and resist the urge to jolt when Cherish dipped down. An angel..? Not the oddest encounter, sure, but he blinks rapidly.
Would I even consider Maxim a friend..? Would he even WANT me to consider him one..?
"...It's clearly doing something." Pierre eventually replied, that stoic facade still in-tact, "All I know for sure is that zis isn't as open and shut as the others think..."
A sensation washes over him. Not one that he asked for, but one that would be appreciated nonetheless. He grips his paintbrush tighter as he nods, watching her take off as he continues his broad circle, making sure not to violently ram into anyone else at top speeds.
He quietly takes notice of the other interactions unfolding. Another spark of familiarity only cements his vague theory... But this was only the beginning of this long, long night. And he knew it. But the painter knows he has to keep moving, have to keep weaving in and out... He'd have to think about his next course of action. Sadly, no time to talk and speak to anyone else to catch up or really strategize any further. His brain racks for the next course of action as everything unfolds.
