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※~ "..It seems like I've lighted out. But, it feels.. great to be around, I guess."

#;Open rp #{ .. Hi I'm kinda back }

~ Semi Hiatus ~

{ What's drafted right now;

Hänsel

Rin

Heavenly

Muse is semi here so I'll come when he'll be strong. }

#{ out of gears }

can u hear through telescopes

"Your question is wasting my time, seeing that you can't even spell properly." Breaking fourth wall? Juuuust a little. "Aside that, go bother MA about it, there's no such things as telescopes in the clock tower."

#{ Fixed GEARs }#{ Anons }

allenxisxahead

"I would have to say that I am indeed fun. Why would there be anything different said about me?" Allen asked, grimacing at the way the the other was speaking to him as well as the way the other man looked. Did there have to be so many people who looked like Marlons? "I suppose I was rolling and simply ended up in here," he said, trying not to wince at the sudden addition to his pain.

heartbeat-ticking

"If it makes you feel better, you aren't my problem unless you decide to be 'wise' and try to get yourself stuck into the tower's gears. Which, I will not allow that." The emphasis of sarcasm on wise was very needed. He didn't take anything concerning the tower lightly, even less if it required him fixing the gears. Again.

"Consider yourself lucky you didn't run into Court or Grave else you'd be already digesting in Grave's stomach." Just the thought made him shake his head, a sigh escaping his lips before he dropped the head back down. "But then again, I suppose I should ask where you're from."

#allenxisxahead

allenxisxahead

"I know neither of those names now please pick me up, I am still alive."

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"Well aren't you a fun one." He snarled, his gaze soon glaring down at.. the head. "I should just take you and give you to the servants. I'm sure they'd know what to do with you." He smirked slightly, slender fingers moving to grip onto the blond locks before lifting the head up, dangling it a few inches away from his face. "How did you even get in the clock tower, anyway?"

#allenxisxahead #{ And GEAR is the kind of person that is an ass. }

allenxisxahead started following you

"...Either Grave left that here or Hänsel lost his head."

#allenxisxahead #{ignore GEAR he's never in the mood}

cyberneticcat

{ I’m probably the only one in EC that is safe from having Allen’s head following me. SEEING that my EC blogs got less than 40 follows. I’m amused. }

#{ Same mun }#{ out of gears }

{ ... Sorry for not being much active? If you want to thread with me, just reply/ask I guess }

#{ out of gears }

caprice-farci-deactivated201505

Ugh. He didn’t want to be here. He really didn’t want to be here! But Grave had asked him to check up on GEAR, just to make sure everything was as it should be… what did he care if things weren’t, though? And how would he even know?

He didn’t want to admit it, but GEAR scared the crap out of him. There was something unnerving about him that he couldn’t place… then again, one could argue that all the residents of the Theatre were pretty creepy, too.

Still… GEAR. Ugh.

The sound of clockwork became louder and louder as he went up the stairs. How did he manage to live here? As it was, the sound was enough to drive him up the wall… imagine hearing that all the time?

Ugh. He did not want to be here.

Just a few more steps… and he was greeted by biting sarcasm. Okay, then.

✦~ "I don’t want to be here either," he said dismissively as he ran his hand over the hilt of the knife tucked into his belt. "The Master wants to check up on you and know what’s the state of the clock tower."

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He silenced himself from sneering. Grave, asking that? He'd laugh but that wasn't the moment. More like it was never the moment, anyway. A smirk tugging at his lips, the vessel of Greed couldn't help himself but chuckle lightly. How.. Amusing.

"Everything is fine. I had a problem earlier but luckily I took care of it with ease." Okay, GEAR was slightly lying there- He had had required to start the emergency gears he had so well placed in case he needed to fix the main ones so nothing would happen to the clockworker's doll. Though his gaze returning back to his arms, which were covered in gashes and black dust.

"I don't know who did it but I found this," A pause as he motioned to a.. rather big sized piece of metal. "Stuck in the main gears." He said, a stern tone coming to his voice before he gazed back to the blond, an eyebrow raising.

#capricefarci

theirregulargod

"… ah, my sincerest apologies… th… the other’s seemed to know about me, so I figured…" he trailed off, taken aback by the man’s query.

"… She insists I call her that. I… I’m not entirely sure of the details, but my soul was trapped in a black box that’s apparently inside the do— her?" Heavenly shrugged and blushed a little in embarrassment. Hell if he knew how to explain it. The blond stared up at the taller man sheepishly, wondering what to do now…

"L… Like I said, I don’t really know… I’m sorry for bothering you, sir…"

heartbeat-ticking

{ ☈ } — "If it's like this.. I'm better off asking her instead of asking you." He was a bit bitter about it but, he couldn't be to blame- having the problem of not wanting anyone to come around to mess with the gears, mister here had grew quite.. protective? That could be the word.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head. Oh well, he could trust him, but not that much until his questions were answered. After all, it was still a complete stranger. If he could call him that, seeing that he was apparently trapped inside Court for a long time.

"You aren't bothering me. If you were, you'd be messing up the gears right behind here." A motion of his hand to point over to them. "And I would have been angered instead of being.. calm." A small shrug of his shoulders before his arms crossed themselves on his chest.

#anirregulargod #{GEAR you can't decide yourself about it jfc}

{ Muse was fast to die I'll be back later- Can be found over here (Vocaloid/EC multi muses blog) }

#{ out of gears }

~ ' Tick.. tick.. tick..

I h-e-a-r the {c l o c k} do the same noise everyday,

But today it's different,

What brings you here, CursedBlossom ? ' ~

"...It's late."

A soft huff escaping GEAR's lips as he shook his head, a hand moving up to rub his temples lightly. Either he was turning insane inside or that he had forgotten to fix his internal clock, seeing that he started to work what time it was.. Ah well, he could just try to guess it, right now.

"..Late morning. ...Late afternoon?"

Hesitation in his voice, the blue haired male sighed loudly, tilting his his head back before passing both his hands on his face. This.. was bothering him. A lot more than he thought. He should probably get out more often, shouldn't he? He groaned- standing up before dusting himself off. It was better if he caught sight of someone that could perhaps tell him the time.

"Forgetting something like that isn't the best."

Hands moved to fix the collar of his shirt as he moved over to the other side of the room, thus getting out of it via the door. Hopefully no one would ask him why he wasn't watching the gears anymore. Just a pause wasn't going to be too long-- whoops he got distracted and forgot to look where he was going. Stopping to lean against a wall, he stifled a curse under his breath, hand passing through his hair before his eye finally spotted someone- though his confusion over the time was just.. not letting him recognize who it was. Perhaps waiting for them to come speak to him was a better idea.

#cursedblossom #{ Closed Clocktower gates }#{I tried-}

{ GEAR more like GAYR }

#{ out of gears }#{ Excuse the mun he's weird }

~ ' Tick.. tick.. tick..

I h-e-a-r the {c l o c k} do the same noise everyday,

But today it's different,

What brings you here, Caprice-Farci ? ' ~

"Fixed, working and there's no problem.. Though more cuts.. This is getting irritating." A sigh escaped GEAR's lips as he sat back down in his 'chair' (more like, a non-moving gear), legs crossing as a reflex before he took a look at what kind of cuts he had gotten from the metal parts that he failed to notice. Not that pain affected him much (getting cut repeatedly made him get an high tolerance to it), it could always bother him if he didn't check to make sure metal dust didn't get inside of them.

Eyebrow raising at the sound of steps, he let his hands fall onto his lap, head turning to see who it was- Oh. It's Him. Grave's Male servant, if he remembered. Stifling a growl, rolling his eyes, the vessel arched his body forward, his gaze kept on the blond. "And what did I do of Special to be 'graced' by your presence?" A sarcastic tone. He didn't put someone like the servants in people that could 'grace' his presence.

#capricefarci #{ Closed Clocktower gates }

b-a-kagamine

" Eeeh… " Munch munch munch. ” Wha’s up, Doc? “ Of course, Len had to go for the cheap American joke. But watching so many Japanese-subbed Looney Tunes episodes could do that to a boy. Especially a boy like Len. Too impressionable, hm?

" Y’ look like Bakaito. Are y’ Bakaito? If so, t’ke off th’ costume, baka. "

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Eyebrows furrowed- a frown coming across his lips as he stared over at the blond. What did he think he was doing? Either way, he didn't answer him, so he'd probably was better getting him trap somewhere so the servants would be able to deal with him better. "..What? What do you think you are doing, boy." A snarl that escaped the vessel's lips as his gaze soon turned more into a glare toward the other.

"Not only you are in forbidden territory, you dare address to me like if I was a commoner? Perhaps I should feed you to Grave, hm?" And he went there. His annoyance let him speak in the way he hated. But, he seriously couldn't help it right now.

#bakagamine02 #{ Len I'd consider thinking before talking /slapped }

{Okay I admit I forgot about this blog.

I'm sorry.

Anyway anyone around who wants a Starter?}

#{ out of gears }#{ I have hansel in my drafts to finish-- }

{ Will be chilling heeeeeeeere }

#{ out of gears }

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