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Characters : She Lady Of All /Curator - Cael Falkner/#31 - #432

[alcrego]

…

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

--Return RP starter--

The narrator was many millenia into his wait for stanley to unpause when he first got the idea to create a replacement stanley. Those who have been keeping track will know this did not, in fact, go according to plan. A vaugly stanley shaped being was created, untextured. Our narrator grew rather attatched to the black and magenta checkered creature and so kept him around. Perhaps it was more due to his pride than attachment, or maybe he was too lonely to be picky about his company.

If asked, he would certainly answer pride.

A few centuries ago now this "Stanley" was itself presented with a skip button due to circumstances our narrator is yet to understand. Albeit hesitantly, it chose to skip. The first few skips didn't last long, of course, but "Stanley" wasn't all that bright, and kept imideatly clicking the button again, assuming no time had passed. The narrator gave up on attempting to communicate with it before the skips ran its course.

The narrator has been sitting in his office staring at the monitors for little more than 41 centuries now, nearly on the dot. He's been keeping track. He has a counter for every century he waits for "Stanley," and every millennia he waits for his original Stanley. Of course, he didn't originally count by units of time so large, but as time went on, he had to adapt.

He's nearly forgotten about the offices he met outside his own, the other universes of narrators and stanleys. He reminisces every so often, but he never quite liked most of them anyway. Hes much resigned himself to sitting here for as long as it takes. Stanley has to be back eventually. He won't be missing it.

[fleetinglullqby]

The sudden appearance of a shadow beside him should be a clue to someone being there, unless of course they weren't seen. They drop something in front of him, and it clatters to the floor with the shattering of porcelain. If he looks at it, he'll see a broken porcelain mask, accented in green and black, it seems to have once been a fox mask.

And the colors, were he to even remember, would belong to someone familiar. "Mitsuuukkattaaaaa..." Said the shadowy figure. Only a set of pure green eyes were on its face, and a nose like triangle. The shadow dripped away from them as they appeared properly. Black hair, leather clothing, and clocks, so many of them. Pocket watches, two wrist watches on one arm, one around its neck as a collar and one as a necklace, and one of its eyes was a proper glass.

Their accents switched to a familiar yellow, all of their colors monochrome apart from that, and the pupil on their normal eye was none other than an hourglass, it seemed to be counting down too. The being was adorned with golden accents, all in the familiar shape of the adventure line, and a lot not even having an end to them.

The adventure line they wore as a belt also seemed to act as a tail, and they floated behind the Narrator before talking again "I thought you'd like to sayyyyyy..... Sayonaraaaaaa!~" Their voice echoes with a familiar tone as they say Sayonara, but otherwise it is distant, like a memory, like time has faded it.

On the back of their suit and on the tag on their lapel, in gold numbers, the number "432" is displayed there.

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

The narrators eye of omnipotence (the giant green one floating above his head) reopened slightly for the first time in centuries, glowing more dim than usual. He stood and picked up a peice of the shatterd mask and turned to look at the new arrival.

"Did you...?" his voice was quiet, slightly hoarse from unuse.

[fleetinglullqby]

"Did I whattttt?" They ask as their tail snatches one of the larger pieces of the mask and places it on their own face. "I didnt... Sorera o korosuuuuu.... Or did I?" Their giggle makes the half of the mask light up with golden tones instead of green. The eye behind the mask is the clock one, its quiet ticking is heard.

"Do you even.. oboete them?" They laugh again, the way they taunt and talk with their voice is starting to become annoying. "I wouldn't if I hadn't seen someone for.. chitose! Its so interesting you can keep time on your own, Narrators are so often so... incompetent, they often can't even jikan o oshietekudasai!"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

he hummed lowly, and his eyes narrowed at them. "Riiight... well, im not exactly your average narrator, but im sure you'll figure that out in time should you not know already." he looked down at the mask shard he was holding, and stared at it blankly.

[fleetinglullqby]

"Oh yes... I can sore o mitekudasai!" The figure turns to look at where the narrator had been watching. "You're so much more awarena compared to the average narrator. How many characters down? Two! You dont have an ounce of kontorōru over your story, do you?"

They giggle before one of their hands takes the piece of the mask from the Narrator's, yanking it out. "Im guessing this isn't Ikanaru jūyōna kotode mo anymore, is it?" The rest of the shards disappear, but two, the one on its face and the one that they took from the Narrator. "You can't even remember. Its always been about your characters. Naze dare mo anata o suki ni naranai no ka kangaeta koto ga arimasu ka? This is why"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

--Return RP starter--

The narrator was many millenia into his wait for stanley to unpause when he first got the idea to create a replacement stanley. Those who have been keeping track will know this did not, in fact, go according to plan. A vaugly stanley shaped being was created, untextured. Our narrator grew rather attatched to the black and magenta checkered creature and so kept him around. Perhaps it was more due to his pride than attachment, or maybe he was too lonely to be picky about his company.

If asked, he would certainly answer pride.

A few centuries ago now this "Stanley" was itself presented with a skip button due to circumstances our narrator is yet to understand. Albeit hesitantly, it chose to skip. The first few skips didn't last long, of course, but "Stanley" wasn't all that bright, and kept imideatly clicking the button again, assuming no time had passed. The narrator gave up on attempting to communicate with it before the skips ran its course.

The narrator has been sitting in his office staring at the monitors for little more than 41 centuries now, nearly on the dot. He's been keeping track. He has a counter for every century he waits for "Stanley," and every millennia he waits for his original Stanley. Of course, he didn't originally count by units of time so large, but as time went on, he had to adapt.

He's nearly forgotten about the offices he met outside his own, the other universes of narrators and stanleys. He reminisces every so often, but he never quite liked most of them anyway. Hes much resigned himself to sitting here for as long as it takes. Stanley has to be back eventually. He won't be missing it.

[fleetinglullqby]

The sudden appearance of a shadow beside him should be a clue to someone being there, unless of course they weren't seen. They drop something in front of him, and it clatters to the floor with the shattering of porcelain. If he looks at it, he'll see a broken porcelain mask, accented in green and black, it seems to have once been a fox mask.

And the colors, were he to even remember, would belong to someone familiar. "Mitsuuukkattaaaaa..." Said the shadowy figure. Only a set of pure green eyes were on its face, and a nose like triangle. The shadow dripped away from them as they appeared properly. Black hair, leather clothing, and clocks, so many of them. Pocket watches, two wrist watches on one arm, one around its neck as a collar and one as a necklace, and one of its eyes was a proper glass.

Their accents switched to a familiar yellow, all of their colors monochrome apart from that, and the pupil on their normal eye was none other than an hourglass, it seemed to be counting down too. The being was adorned with golden accents, all in the familiar shape of the adventure line, and a lot not even having an end to them.

The adventure line they wore as a belt also seemed to act as a tail, and they floated behind the Narrator before talking again "I thought you'd like to sayyyyyy..... Sayonaraaaaaa!~" Their voice echoes with a familiar tone as they say Sayonara, but otherwise it is distant, like a memory, like time has faded it.

On the back of their suit and on the tag on their lapel, in gold numbers, the number "432" is displayed there.

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

The narrators eye of omnipotence (the giant green one floating above his head) reopened slightly for the first time in centuries, glowing more dim than usual. He stood and picked up a peice of the shatterd mask and turned to look at the new arrival.

"Did you...?" his voice was quiet, slightly hoarse from unuse.

[fleetinglullqby]

"Did I whattttt?" They ask as their tail snatches one of the larger pieces of the mask and places it on their own face. "I didnt... Sorera o korosuuuuu.... Or did I?" Their giggle makes the half of the mask light up with golden tones instead of green. The eye behind the mask is the clock one, its quiet ticking is heard.

"Do you even.. oboete them?" They laugh again, the way they taunt and talk with their voice is starting to become annoying. "I wouldn't if I hadn't seen someone for.. chitose! Its so interesting you can keep time on your own, Narrators are so often so... incompetent, they often can't even jikan o oshietekudasai!"

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

--Return RP starter--

The narrator was many millenia into his wait for stanley to unpause when he first got the idea to create a replacement stanley. Those who have been keeping track will know this did not, in fact, go according to plan. A vaugly stanley shaped being was created, untextured. Our narrator grew rather attatched to the black and magenta checkered creature and so kept him around. Perhaps it was more due to his pride than attachment, or maybe he was too lonely to be picky about his company.

If asked, he would certainly answer pride.

A few centuries ago now this "Stanley" was itself presented with a skip button due to circumstances our narrator is yet to understand. Albeit hesitantly, it chose to skip. The first few skips didn't last long, of course, but "Stanley" wasn't all that bright, and kept imideatly clicking the button again, assuming no time had passed. The narrator gave up on attempting to communicate with it before the skips ran its course.

The narrator has been sitting in his office staring at the monitors for little more than 41 centuries now, nearly on the dot. He's been keeping track. He has a counter for every century he waits for "Stanley," and every millennia he waits for his original Stanley. Of course, he didn't originally count by units of time so large, but as time went on, he had to adapt.

He's nearly forgotten about the offices he met outside his own, the other universes of narrators and stanleys. He reminisces every so often, but he never quite liked most of them anyway. Hes much resigned himself to sitting here for as long as it takes. Stanley has to be back eventually. He won't be missing it.

[fleetinglullqby]

The sudden appearance of a shadow beside him should be a clue to someone being there, unless of course they weren't seen. They drop something in front of him, and it clatters to the floor with the shattering of porcelain. If he looks at it, he'll see a broken porcelain mask, accented in green and black, it seems to have once been a fox mask.

And the colors, were he to even remember, would belong to someone familiar. "Mitsuuukkattaaaaa..." Said the shadowy figure. Only a set of pure green eyes were on its face, and a nose like triangle. The shadow dripped away from them as they appeared properly. Black hair, leather clothing, and clocks, so many of them. Pocket watches, two wrist watches on one arm, one around its neck as a collar and one as a necklace, and one of its eyes was a proper glass.

Their accents switched to a familiar yellow, all of their colors monochrome apart from that, and the pupil on their normal eye was none other than an hourglass, it seemed to be counting down too. The being was adorned with golden accents, all in the familiar shape of the adventure line, and a lot not even having an end to them.

The adventure line they wore as a belt also seemed to act as a tail, and they floated behind the Narrator before talking again "I thought you'd like to sayyyyyy..... Sayonaraaaaaa!~" Their voice echoes with a familiar tone as they say Sayonara, but otherwise it is distant, like a memory, like time has faded it.

On the back of their suit and on the tag on their lapel, in gold numbers, the number "432" is displayed there.

[the-stanley-parable-roleplay]

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[fleetinglullqby]

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Cael:

ᴄʀᴜᴄɪꜰɪᴇᴅ ❱❱ ✲ 𝙰𝙴𝚂# ʀᴇᴀᴅʏᴍᴀᴅᴇ ❱❱ ✲ 𝙰𝚂𝙺# ᴍʏ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ❱❱ ✲ 𝚁𝙿# ɢᴏᴍᴇɴɴᴇ ɢᴏᴍᴇɴɴᴇ ❱❱ ✲ 𝙼𝚄𝚂# ᴄʜᴀᴍᴘᴀɢɴᴇ ❱❱ ✲ 𝚁𝙿 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴# ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ // ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ❱❱ ✲ 𝙸𝙲#

Lady Of All:

ɴɪᴍʙᴀꜱᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴇ ❱❱ ✿ 𝙰𝙴𝚂# ᴏʜ ᴀɴᴀ ❱❱ ✿ 𝙰𝚂𝙺# ᴄᴏʀᴘꜱᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ❱❱ ✿ 𝚁𝙿# ᴡʜᴏ ɪꜱ ꜱʜᴇ? ❱❱ ✿ 𝙼𝚄𝚂# ᴍʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ❱❱ ✿ 𝚁𝙿 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴# ʙᴜᴛᴄʜ 4 ʙᴜᴛᴄʜ ❱❱ ✿𝙸𝙲#

Fox:

ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱꜱ ❱❱ ✧ 𝙰𝙴𝚂# ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ❱❱ ✧ 𝙰𝚂𝙺# ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴇʏᴇ ❱❱ ✧ 𝚁𝙿# ꜱʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇ ❱❱ ✧ 𝙼𝚄𝚂# ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇꜱ ❱❱ ✧ 𝚁𝙿 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴# ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘᴡᴀʟᴋ ❱❱ ✧ 𝙸𝙲#

-

ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ❱❱ 𝙾𝙾𝙲#

[unorcadox]

Begin Anew.  Leave This Ruin Behind.

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

"Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert..."

[fleetinglullqby]

When the white haired angel stumbles upon a new object he doesn't recall being there, he instinctively goes near it, insert a cassette? Well, he doesn't have one on himself however he can probably fetch one. Cael runs from where he came from before returning with what he believes is a blank cassette tape, inserting it on the player

[esotericae-apropos]

*Static emanates from the player. As it slowly settles, a voice emerges from it.* "Oh, finally, did someone put a bloody tape in this thing? Hello there, erm... whoever you are... I'm the default narrator for this thing. What's your name?"

[fleetinglullqby]

It takes very little before Cael puts his hands ot his face and groans, so this is what he got into. With a sigh, he answers "Cael, Cael Falkner, employee number 31"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

*The player floats upward with a pink and blue glow, much like a 80's VHS commercial.* "Well, Cael, it's nice to meet you, I'll say that. Now, could you happen to tell me where I am? It's a bit hard to narrate while you're not hooked up to anything that tells you everything."

[fleetinglullqby]

"You're in the office of ex-narrator Framtid, I was doing cleanup here because the new narrator is asleep." Cael sounds tired and honestly, it's understandable. "He's not idle or anything he's genuinely just asleep, I got here and the first thing he tells me is "Watch over my office im going to bed" despite not needing sleep anymore"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

*The voice slowly goes more and more clear* "Well, from my experience, sleep is very nice, so I couldn't blame him. Do you mind carrying me around for a bit? I feel like sightseeing for a while."

[fleetinglullqby]

Cael sighs and grabs the player from the top, kinda harshly, before beginning to walk the way he came. "Average looking office, I'll take you to my lady's museum there's more stuff there." And that's when they both pass by the hallway with windows, and the white void? It looks broken, it looks like it's falling apart

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

"Well, what's with all this? It's all broken and shattered! Do you know why it's like this? I presume it's much prettier when it's not crashed like how it is now. Anyway, you've got me rambling a little bit, you can keep going." *And it just keeps going on and on... with it's aggressively Manc accent*

[fleetinglullqby]

"I.. I don't think it's ever been normal, ever since I arrived it's been like this, and i've been in the parables for a while. What I do know is that this is the only reason to why we can travel offices, I've heard there are beasts out there that try to kill you." Cael's voice is surprisingly dead for how much voice his words have.

"Here, this is my lady's museum" He speaks as he walks through a door, on the other side is the pure white halls and walls of the museum, the walls adorned with memories from the many narrators, Framtid, Forbi, Stanley even despite barely knowing what he's doing.

"Welcome to my home, feel free to ask about anything."

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

My this place is pretty! Do you know who made this architecture? The marble is wonderfully made. Also, who are these people? They look nice. I've only met Stanley, of course, everyone's met Stanley.

[fleetinglullqby]

They were standing before a cross section to go into the minds of the different storytellers and the lady of all. Statues stood before them, the one with Stanley pictured him wearing what looked like an open bathrobe as if it were a coat. His hall was the rightmost

The one to his left pictured a slightly anxious looking man with flowing hair, glasses, and a beard, his clothes consisting of a vest, a shirt, and boots, the adventure line was painted in gold around his body, wrapping around it and ending at his face. "That's Framtid, the narrator before Stanley, he disappeared a month ago I think, pretty sure he became a character again."

The one to the left of Framtid was a statue that seemed unfinished, like it was changed not long ago, depicted was a figure with four wings on its back and a pair around its head, one of those head wings covered one of its eyes. It wore long straight hair that reached down to its waist and had sideburns for facial hair. It wore a suit with a tag that said "NAR" and an enamel pin with the adventure line™ on it.

It also had another pair of arms that were oddly floating around it, held up with glass perhaps? It was too high up to see what held them up. Those arms were separated at the wrist, "shoulder", and elbow. It's coat had a tailcoat too. Golden accents painted onto it"That's Forbi, the first narrator around these parables, its office is separate but one of its characters, Mariella, ended up stuck in the white void im pretty sure, the other one, Austin, fled."

And the last statue, the rightmost, the most majestic one. Three pairs of wings decorated the back of a femenine dark skinned figure, a pair of wrists on her ankles, another on her waist and a last pair as a replacement for ears. His hair curiously enough was a mohawk comprised of braids, and he wore gorgeous golden jewelry all around his body. Their clothes made them look like a goddess. "And that's our curator, Oh She Lady of All, they don't care about how you refer to them though. I'm his little angel as he calls me, I run favours for her"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

"Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert..."

[fleetinglullqby]

When the white haired angel stumbles upon a new object he doesn't recall being there, he instinctively goes near it, insert a cassette? Well, he doesn't have one on himself however he can probably fetch one. Cael runs from where he came from before returning with what he believes is a blank cassette tape, inserting it on the player

[esotericae-apropos]

*Static emanates from the player. As it slowly settles, a voice emerges from it.* "Oh, finally, did someone put a bloody tape in this thing? Hello there, erm... whoever you are... I'm the default narrator for this thing. What's your name?"

[fleetinglullqby]

It takes very little before Cael puts his hands ot his face and groans, so this is what he got into. With a sigh, he answers "Cael, Cael Falkner, employee number 31"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

*The player floats upward with a pink and blue glow, much like a 80's VHS commercial.* "Well, Cael, it's nice to meet you, I'll say that. Now, could you happen to tell me where I am? It's a bit hard to narrate while you're not hooked up to anything that tells you everything."

[fleetinglullqby]

"You're in the office of ex-narrator Framtid, I was doing cleanup here because the new narrator is asleep." Cael sounds tired and honestly, it's understandable. "He's not idle or anything he's genuinely just asleep, I got here and the first thing he tells me is "Watch over my office im going to bed" despite not needing sleep anymore"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

*The voice slowly goes more and more clear* "Well, from my experience, sleep is very nice, so I couldn't blame him. Do you mind carrying me around for a bit? I feel like sightseeing for a while."

[fleetinglullqby]

Cael sighs and grabs the player from the top, kinda harshly, before beginning to walk the way he came. "Average looking office, I'll take you to my lady's museum there's more stuff there." And that's when they both pass by the hallway with windows, and the white void? It looks broken, it looks like it's falling apart

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

"Well, what's with all this? It's all broken and shattered! Do you know why it's like this? I presume it's much prettier when it's not crashed like how it is now. Anyway, you've got me rambling a little bit, you can keep going." *And it just keeps going on and on... with it's aggressively Manc accent*

[fleetinglullqby]

"I.. I don't think it's ever been normal, ever since I arrived it's been like this, and i've been in the parables for a while. What I do know is that this is the only reason to why we can travel offices, I've heard there are beasts out there that try to kill you." Cael's voice is surprisingly dead for how much voice his words have.

"Here, this is my lady's museum" He speaks as he walks through a door, on the other side is the pure white halls and walls of the museum, the walls adorned with memories from the many narrators, Framtid, Forbi, Stanley even despite barely knowing what he's doing.

"Welcome to my home, feel free to ask about anything."

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

"Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert..."

[fleetinglullqby]

When the white haired angel stumbles upon a new object he doesn't recall being there, he instinctively goes near it, insert a cassette? Well, he doesn't have one on himself however he can probably fetch one. Cael runs from where he came from before returning with what he believes is a blank cassette tape, inserting it on the player

[esotericae-apropos]

*Static emanates from the player. As it slowly settles, a voice emerges from it.* "Oh, finally, did someone put a bloody tape in this thing? Hello there, erm... whoever you are... I'm the default narrator for this thing. What's your name?"

[fleetinglullqby]

It takes very little before Cael puts his hands ot his face and groans, so this is what he got into. With a sigh, he answers "Cael, Cael Falkner, employee number 31"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

*The player floats upward with a pink and blue glow, much like a 80's VHS commercial.* "Well, Cael, it's nice to meet you, I'll say that. Now, could you happen to tell me where I am? It's a bit hard to narrate while you're not hooked up to anything that tells you everything."

[fleetinglullqby]

"You're in the office of ex-narrator Framtid, I was doing cleanup here because the new narrator is asleep." Cael sounds tired and honestly, it's understandable. "He's not idle or anything he's genuinely just asleep, I got here and the first thing he tells me is "Watch over my office im going to bed" despite not needing sleep anymore"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

*The voice slowly goes more and more clear* "Well, from my experience, sleep is very nice, so I couldn't blame him. Do you mind carrying me around for a bit? I feel like sightseeing for a while."

[fleetinglullqby]

Cael sighs and grabs the player from the top, kinda harshly, before beginning to walk the way he came. "Average looking office, I'll take you to my lady's museum there's more stuff there." And that's when they both pass by the hallway with windows, and the white void? It looks broken, it looks like it's falling apart

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

"Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert..."

[fleetinglullqby]

When the white haired angel stumbles upon a new object he doesn't recall being there, he instinctively goes near it, insert a cassette? Well, he doesn't have one on himself however he can probably fetch one. Cael runs from where he came from before returning with what he believes is a blank cassette tape, inserting it on the player

[esotericae-apropos]

*Static emanates from the player. As it slowly settles, a voice emerges from it.* "Oh, finally, did someone put a bloody tape in this thing? Hello there, erm... whoever you are... I'm the default narrator for this thing. What's your name?"

[fleetinglullqby]

It takes very little before Cael puts his hands ot his face and groans, so this is what he got into. With a sigh, he answers "Cael, Cael Falkner, employee number 31"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

*The player floats upward with a pink and blue glow, much like a 80's VHS commercial.* "Well, Cael, it's nice to meet you, I'll say that. Now, could you happen to tell me where I am? It's a bit hard to narrate while you're not hooked up to anything that tells you everything."

[fleetinglullqby]

"You're in the office of ex-narrator Framtid, I was doing cleanup here because the new narrator is asleep." Cael sounds tired and honestly, it's understandable. "He's not idle or anything he's genuinely just asleep, I got here and the first thing he tells me is "Watch over my office im going to bed" despite not needing sleep anymore"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

"Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert..."

[fleetinglullqby]

When the white haired angel stumbles upon a new object he doesn't recall being there, he instinctively goes near it, insert a cassette? Well, he doesn't have one on himself however he can probably fetch one. Cael runs from where he came from before returning with what he believes is a blank cassette tape, inserting it on the player

[esotericae-apropos]

*Static emanates from the player. As it slowly settles, a voice emerges from it.* "Oh, finally, did someone put a bloody tape in this thing? Hello there, erm... whoever you are... I'm the default narrator for this thing. What's your name?"

[fleetinglullqby]

It takes very little before Cael puts his hands ot his face and groans, so this is what he got into. With a sigh, he answers "Cael, Cael Falkner, employee number 31"

[sofaroffthebeatenpath]

"Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert cassette to initiate backup. Please insert..."

[fleetinglullqby]

When the white haired angel stumbles upon a new object he doesn't recall being there, he instinctively goes near it, insert a cassette? Well, he doesn't have one on himself however he can probably fetch one. Cael runs from where he came from before returning with what he believes is a blank cassette tape, inserting it on the player

[musingsofguhua]

Reblog this if you're fine with OOC messages/asks on your rp blog!

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

"You're back!! Oh I missed you so much!!" The floating being rushes over to the Narrator, moving their mask to instead cover only their eyes just so they can give the other a little welcome back kiss. Their electrical plug tail snapping like a whip when they come into contact with the other

- Fox [@now-i-know-not-nobody-knows]

"Ah yes!! hello my-" He begins exitedly before completly freezing at the kiss. He is frozen in confusion "My- m-my friend! Its-" he clears his throat and straigtens up as though nothing had happend. "Lovley to see you again!"

*Making whatever equivalent of a lenny face he can make. lil cocky smirk smile*

[fleetinglullqby]

He smiles softly and leans in, planting a soft kiss. His hand lingers on their shoulder as he backs up, though still closer than before. "Well in that case,i do hope that will suffice." He had a hint of a smirk in his otherwise kind smile as he spoke. His voice was smoother than it tended to be unless he was focused on narrating. And, ofcourse, his "cheeks" glowed a soft yellow.

Fox floated there for a few moments, it took them a moment to process what had happened, the soft green tone on their desaturated skin a beautiful contrast as they brought one of their hands up to the area where the kiss was planed, clearly, it feels different being the one giving it and the one recieving it.

They can't help but let out a soft chuckle and get a bit closer "Why that works of course, its more than enough if I say so myself" Their tone softer, gentler, almost loving as if. Honestly this being, this Narrator is the only one they actually like being near, not even their Lady of All holds that title.

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

The narrator continued to smile softly, eyes half lidded, his biggest eye entierly closed, for the first time in the history of this rp account.

then, a loud crash could be heard, as "stanley" fell into a large pile of boxes...

[fleetinglullqby]

Their tail sent a shockwave of electricity directly to the Narrator, purely by accident you see this 432 can conduct electricity, when hearing the crash that startled them. Turning over, with the eyes of their mask a bright neon pink. "Are you alright?" Asked the timekeeper

[yourstruly-thenarrator]

A bashfull "stanley" gave a meek thumbs up before alowing itself to collapse the rest of the way into the pile.

skips had flinched slightly in surprise at the shock, but his attention is now twords stanley and the pile, and he seems to be failing to stiffle a laugh.

[fleetinglullqby]

Fox giggled, if you payed attention you could see the way the eyes on their mask, despite not being alligned, still narrowed when they laughed. Their color had changed back to their usual green, and by now Fox found themselves softly holding onto the edge of one of Skips' sleeves.

It took them a moment before speaking again, their tail back to its gently hold again. "I wonder what else I have to show you, a lot has gone on in our offices. One of the protagonists actually managed to kill his player without killing himself which was interesting"