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???: ~smirking as the mysterious dragon glared at bob~ heh, i knew you came tellme guardian can you fight
âI can.â Bob said calmly, narrowing his eyes. âBut only if you give me a good reason... and youâre not gonna do that, right?âÂ
??: ~mysterious Dragon sprite was standing on top of a building smirking as he looked about around mainframe* heh
The Tor was the only building in mainframe high enough to overlook the entire city. Because it belonged to Megabyte Bob often kept an eye on it and he was quick to spot the stranger.Â
âUh, excuse me, pal, but Iâve never seen you around here before.â Bob greeted from behind as he flew up on his zipboard. âYou wouldnât happen to be planning something, would ya?âÂ
whats your fave thng to do when your bored?
âWhen Iâm bored, huh? Iâll tell ya anon, Mainframe is hardly ever boring, between games and Megabyte and keeping up with Dotâs busy schedule- but uh, letsee. Work on my car? Take a nap? Watch Mike the TV⊠that is until I lost his remote. Now he never shuts up!â Â
hey bob do you know how fight with your fists?
âWell yeah, thatâs guardian training one-oh-one. Of course I prefer to talk things out if I can but if I have to fight I can give âem the olâ one, two.âÂ
Hiatus notice?
Turns out my internet is still down and only my dashboard is working so I canât do replies right now. I assume weâll be getting it back on by Friday but Iâm not sure. In the meantime I will try to get somewhere with wifi but I make no promises since Iâm usually stuck in the house 24/7 x.x
Sorry for the delay I know I owe like, everybody.Â
hello a question for OCC of this blog i have been searching for bob role player for sometime i was wondering if you have deviantart accout so we could role play sometime?
Hi there! I do have a dA account but I donât roleplay there. Iâm really sorry but Iâm hardly ever active on dA and I can almost promise if we started something there Iâd probably end up neglecting it and I donât want to do that to you. For this blog I do roleplay with personal accounts though. So if you have a tumblr at all, even if itâs not a roleplay blog, we can go ahead and start something if you want! //
âDid you miss me?â
//signing off, Iâm gonna try really hard tomorrow to gather all my drafts together and power through them. Night <3//Â
âYou.. donât..?â He questioned although soon after he was told on Benitoite needing to leave. Blue understood, nodding. âO-Of course. Um.. do you think we could.. talk again sometime?â The half gem looked at them, hopeful look in their eyes. He never had anyone to talk to before, really. It would be nice if that changed.
Benitoite paused, looking unsure for a moment. He realized he hadnât thought about seeing Blue again. When heâd formulated this half-baked attempt to communicate, well, he didnât know what he was thinking. Certainly, despite hope, he never fathomed heâd find a friend. Slowly, a smile broke onto his face. âIâd really like that.â He said honestly.Â
She chuckled and nodded. âTheyâre called Halos.â She said, moving her hair away from her face. She blinked, and tilted her head to the side, looking at him in confusion. Game? This is suppose to be a game. It didnât look much like a Game to her. âA game? This isnât a game, sir.â
He grimaced. âI was afraid youâd say something like that.â Desperately he wondered if maybe even AI gamesprites werenât aware they were in games; but after meeting AndrAIa, he knew better.Â
âSo this must be a system then?â It seemed like the only other logical explanation, even if it didnât look like one. For one thing it was pretty flat, he hadnât seen a single binome anywhere and a starry sky like the one above him was something heâd only seen in games. Heâd seen it so often he secretly theorized that it must be what the sky looked like to the User but of course anyone heâd told about it had told how ridiculous that sounded. And it was ridiculous, wasnât it? There was no way he... this was a system; had to be. âWhatâs it called? And is something wrong with your internal temperature controls, itâs freezing.âÂ
The girl took a few more glances at the object before carefully handing it back to him. âGlitch?â A smile crawled on her lips, before giggling. âThatâs a funny name. What does it do?â She raised a brow, eyeing the man up and down with curisoity, he looked very different compared to her. âA guardian? Like a Guardian Angel?â But, he didnât look like an Angel to her. Angels had wings. Not, well whatever that was in his hair.
Bob climbed off the ground finally as he reached out to accept Glitch back from her. âGlitch does a lot of things; anything I want him to, well, almost anything.â He shrugged, smiling amiably now that there were no objects flying at his head. The gamesprite seemed to have calmed down, but she was still looking at him funny. âAngelâs are... they have wings and those circle things above their heads that glow, right?â He asked, trying to remember something heâd seen in a game. Did those exist in this game as well? âThatâs not what I am. Iâm actually... not able to reboot right now. So I donât know what Iâm supposed to be in this game; Iâve never seen it before. You think you could help me out?âÂ
âItâs talking! Itâs talking!â The girl said, quickly making her way behind the trash can, holding the lid close to her chest. She didnât want to fight, but this thing was something she had never seen before. Only something she would see in a video game. Come to think of it, this guy looked very familiar to her. She peeked her head out, her ocean blue hues studying him for a second. The street light reflected her blonde hair, making it look like gold. âWhat are you?â she said, clutching her grip tighter on the object, not afraid to hit him again. A small whimper escaped from her lips, looking around to make sure no one else was around. She felt something touch her foot, looking down to see his Keytool resting against her foot. âHm?â She carefully picked it up, dusting the dirt off of it and examined it. âWhatâs this?â
âIt?â He questioned with an obvious cringe. Though to be fair heâd been referring to her as the same thing just moments before. But she can see me now, right? Admittedly he looked a lot different then she did but there was no need to demote him from spritehood just because he was a lower resolution than her!  âH-hey, donât touch that.â He warned when she picked up Glitch off the ground, reaching out in vain to stop her. Curiously he glanced down at his forearm, wondering how it had gotten lose, but then again, it wasnât working so how much harm could she possibly do with it? âThatâs Glitch.â He explained, resting on his elbows on the ground still. âItâs my keytool; Iâm a guardian.â Hopefully that word would tip her off. Everyone in the net knew about the guardians, right? âIâm here to play the game. Who are you?â
Her eyes focused on the figure that was a few feet away from her, inhaling the manâs scent. Odd. He had no scent. She took a few steps towards him, before her eyes went wide in surprise. It wasnât a man! It wasâŠsome kind of 3D character. âThis was crazy!â No, she was going crazy. How could she possibly see a 3D object in this realistic world? She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths. âOkay, when I open my eyes. Heâll be gone.â She opened her eyes, and the man was still there. âAhh!â She screamed, picking up the trash canâs door and hit him right across the head with it.
When she screamed, he screamed and then WHAM something hit him, sending him flying backward onto the cold, hard ground, arms flailing.  âWAIT WAIT, Why are you attacking?!â He cried out, holding his hands up in defense. âIâm not even part of the game yet!â The hit hadnât hurt as much as it took him off guard, and not nearly as much as his poor ASCII hitting the cement. He didnât seem to lose a life or any points, but quickly attributed it that to not rebooting. His first instinct was to scramble out of there and run. He couldnât lose the game but he could still be damaged by her attack... except that scream. That had been a cry of terror, not a battle cry, hadnât it? Cautiously Bob peaked over his hands to get a good look at the sprite. Like the rest of the world she was incredibly high-def, each strand of her hair obvious as it fell across her face and over her shoulders, shimmering blond under the moon light. âCan... can we talk?â He wondered, looking entranced at her face. If sheâd been trying to talk to him before maybe she was an AI and maybe he could get some answers. Or she might delete him, which heâd be almost powerless to stop. So, just like every other second of his life, no big.Â
The girl let out a heavy yawn as she made her way through the dark alley, dragging a large black garbage bag behind her. âBaby, love never felt so goodâŠâ She began to sing to herself, opening the trash can, letting out a grunt and tossed the bag inside the can. âAnd I doubt if it ever could. Not like you hold me, hold me.â She continued to sing before pausing, hearing a voice upahead. She peered her head over, taking a step behind the can. âWhoâs out there?â She called out.
Bob froze, looking up and to the side very slowly and very carefully, his index and pointer finger poised over his keytool in an attempt to tap some life back into it. Is that gamesprite talking to me? He questioned silently, and had it been singing? There were singing games, but this was obviously not one. They took place on stages with bright flashing lights like some kind of contest, usually. Even without stats, the object of most games was sometimes obvious within a couple nanos of playing. Yet here he was, still completely lost and now there was a gamesprite trying to interact with him. He hadnât even rebooted yet. It sounded harmless, almost like a girls voice, but it could very well be a trap. Â
âRebootâ He whispered quietly, icon chirping as he gave it a double tap. And yet, nothing still. âOh boy, this is not good.â Â Bob breathed, eyes going a little wide. Something was very wrong here and it took some determination not to panic. At least if he hadnât rebooted, that meant he wouldnât be a target right? Whatâs the worse that can happen?
âUm, well hello there! Lovely night, isnât it?â He called out into the ally in a friendly voice with just a pinch of sarcasm. Whatever was waiting for him down there, yes, he was starting a conversation with it. Weâll see how this goes. Â
Do me a favor and reblog this if you have absolutely no problems RPing with male muns.
More often than not, I have come across RPers in the community who seem uncomfortable, nervous, anxious, or who will downright refuse to RP with male muns because itâs âcreepyâ, âwrongâ, and a whole slew of other unfounded, bases bullshit.
Male muns have as much right to RP on Tumblr as do female muns, as do anyone else.
Trust me when I say there IS a lot of hate tossed at male RPers on here.
Tell my muse who you ship them with. Be as subtle or as obvious as you like!
REBLOG if you donât mind other muses falling in love with your muse, even when it is unrequited.
