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@inky-electricity
"...So uh. I may not be a full fledged part of the janitor staff here but. Uh. Oh christ there's a lot to fix here- aw shit. Man I'm not paid enough for this shittttt... As if I didn't have enough to fistfight through. Welp, guess I should get to work."
"...where the FUCK are the others though?"
A bit of an awkward question, but... how does Necrosis... work? Because you're sort of Necrosis and Necrosis is sort of you, right? How do you... manage that? Do you consciously kinda swap to them randomly, or does it just sometimes happen, or...??
"y'know... never actually really thought about it? The eye on my neck can kinda... See? Sometimes? 'Ts weird, like I'm seeing from MY eyes but also from His eye's with THAT eye- Actually gives me a headache, so I try t' focus on what my actual eyes are seein' rather than what His eyes are seein? It's easier when he's under my skin he doesn't really 'See' then. But he likes being out, so the migraine is pretty constant. BUT it means I kinda do have eyes in the back of my head now so thats cool! An' i can finally see in hard to see or reach spots! Did'ja know that under the coffee machine on the ground floor is a coin that isn't even from here? M' not taking it. There's also a rock, and a... sock??? I think??? hard t' tell the colour, because snakes have a weird colour spectrum."
Do you remember anything or anyone from before? They remember you.
I DO NOT NEED TO, I'VE SAID IT BEFORE. THEY...
...
...IT WOULD BE BETTER IF THEY PUT A MERE SENTINEL AT THE BACK OF THEIR MINDS.
How did you get to know Panopticon, Laz? Did you guys know each other pre-Visitor too?
"Yeah I knew Them! Before this all he was kinda my mentor when it came t' figuring out things like maintenance for the cameras an' stuff? Taught me how t' fix them... Taught me plenty of stuff, actually. I have no idea where any of the others are, t' be honest... Just Them. And They don't remember a lotta stuff now... Can't say I blame em. A lot from when I turned is fuzzy so I get it."
Hi! Emerging because i know ive been really inactive on my blogs. Here to say im really sorry! For reference for the asks in my inbox asking if im okay, i suffer from chronic health and pain issues that recently have gotten bad enough ive had to play the funny hospital games. I promise everyone im okay! Im just not doing super hot and instead am just kind of trying to get by, yknow?
I promise if we have ongoing rps im trying to get to you! Im not ignoring you! I beg for some patience and i am really very sorry if i respond very slowly.
(Betty crawls up to you and bumps into your leg to get your attention before backing up and chirping excitedly at you)
@finger-bean
"Huh-? Oh! Heya lil' thing! Woah that's really cool... D'you belong in that battle zone? You're pretty damn far away! We can getcha back in no time, and I'll say hi to the people I met!"
M' I gonna be scrubbing burnt sugar and ash for the next few days, Beastie?
@inky-electricity
" ABSOLUTELY. "
" UNLESS THE TRASH SYSTEM HAS MORE OF THOSE ODD TREATS YOU'LL BE WORKING YOUR ARM MUSCLES! "
" HEH..maybe you'll impress that weird cloaked star man! "
"Man, I've only got one t' make buff! But maybe it will impress Auri if I do get more buff.. either way I'll come give ya a scrub soon! And bring some actual fuel!"
M' Takin today as a gaming day. M' doin' MMO stuff. If anyone needs anything fixed, text the maintenance line an' I'll deal with it tomorrow, yeah? Yeah. Great.
Tomorrow is my day off m' not! Fixing! Anything! I've been doin nothing but fixin and cleaning and I'm! Fuckin! Tired!!!
wait do you have a cMsral in the underwater aalpartment? And if so ...... How?
*camera
YES, HOWEVER, IT IS... OUT OF ORDER UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.
Innocent whistling as they head towards the apartment with some supplies, such as: Plastic garbage bags, A waterproof Camera Case, a toolbox- and a scuba mask
Updated some rules and stuff! Just to properly establish my boundaries because there's a lot I'm super uncomfortable with.
I added bits about underage drug use because, like I said in my rules: it is not something I want to go into detail about, but it is a highly painful topic for me. And when people don't tag it, it makes it far harder for me to not look at it. This isn't meant to point fingers! I just want a boundary established and am posting about it because I know people don't usually re-check rules.
I've also added a PSA to Lyle's blog @photographicsnare because people have come at me looking for my Lyle to act like a gross obsessive stalker. Personally I do not choose to write him in this way. I will under no circumstances be writing him in this way 'true to character' or not. I like how I write him, and many others do too.
That is all, have fun writing, everyone!
point and laugh and bully the worm
There's a sad little hiss. They're not actually that upset- just playing it up.
Fully transformed Lazarus is a WORM
"Nu uh!!!! M' Not!!!! 'ssss not that bad!!!! Panopticon Sssays ssso!"
The door opened, yet nothing could be seen entering. There was noise though- like metal scraping and ink sloshing, followed by a hiss. Whatever it was settled itself under the nearby table, the only indication was a long serpentine tail made of scales and cords sticking out and pushing the door shut, before plugging in to an outlet by the wall.
They would've jumped out of their seat if not for them being glued to it. They've been partially high-tension lately. For. No reason, of course.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. SHOW YOURSELF.
Twisting in the direction of the creature, they snapped at it rather intensely. Staring, trying to figure the thing out as quickly as they could.
"M'.... Down"
The voice rasped out, a bit strained. From under the table peeked a fluffy head of orange... Though something was clearly off.
"l...leave sssoon... M' sorry t' invade. Wassn't... SSafe out there. M-Messsed up..."
Good thing Panopticon likely couldn't smell, or else the room would be painfully scented like ichorous ink, seeping through the wires of the tail- mixed with a potent almost misplaced floral scent. He flopped back down with a pained hiss.
...
...oh.
They recognized that voice. That color of hair. Recognized it from both security feed and in-person interaction. It made sense now. From what its seen, from the former of those two.
...DON'T BE TOO LONG, MECHANIC BOY.
They crawled out a bit, leaving a dark trail of ink that seemed to seep from cuts like blood. A thumbs up was given- but it wasn't the steadiest of gestures. Rather quickly he flopped back down, feeding off of some of the electricity- trying not to take a lot.
"...pretty outsside..."
It was. They lay on their stomach, arms folded under their head.
I AM... AWARE.
In that bout of hesitation, they checked their monitors again. All of them. Turning off any that could've possibly been even directed at the outside. There would be no risks taken here. For even the outside was too much for THEM sometimes, in all their glory- they would rather it be easier on him at the moment.
They didn't know how they felt. Sorrow? Anger? Frustration? A mix? They wanted to... do things. Many things. To who that caused this. They knew who. They knew their secrets, those that they couldn't hide from everyone. They knew strengths, and knew weaknesses.
...But. For now. Watch over the mechanic boy.
They lay there, breathing in rasps. Their mind was foggy, blurred, jumbled. It felt like wires that had no organization- just all mixed together and connected gods know where. Even with their upper eyes closed the one on their neck was open and darting around. They seemed slightly flighty, tail unplugging to make sure the door was blocked- as if scared of an intruder. Even if he was technically the intruder. He was an allowed intruder at least.
"'ssss.... It bad?"
They were at least mildly aware of what had happened.
...
Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, as they said, after all.
YOU'LL MANAGE.
They assumed he would. If they could manage, they didn't see why they couldn't either. Even if... it was, in fact, bad.
...Perhaps they should be more comforting. They. They weren't very good at that.
...PERHAPS JUST REST UNTIL YOU GAIN A CLEARER MIND. WORRYING WON'T DO YOU ANY GOOD.
They nodded, resting on their arms again. Their tail plugged back in- the flow of electricity was soothing, like a warm wave.
"Thanksss... For letting me hide. It'ss nice here. Warm..."
The sound of the screens was also rather comforting.
At least they enjoyed it here.
YES. YOU ARE WELCOME.
The whirrs of the hardware around them were... natural to them. They even make the sound themself. Sure, ran a little warm, but that's not a problem. He seemed not to mind anyways. Good. They'd almost forgotten those of flesh usually enjoy warm things.
Two of the eyes on the four of their screens shifted to look to their monitors again. The other half stayed on him. The watchful sentinel as ever.
"Necrossisss... Iss out there..."
It's true. The snake was much, much larger now, visible on the stairwell to the basement blocking the way down to them. It seemed to be standing guard as well, as if ensuring an attacker didn't follow. Even at the sound of footsteps it raised its head, bearing fangs.
The door opened, yet nothing could be seen entering. There was noise though- like metal scraping and ink sloshing, followed by a hiss. Whatever it was settled itself under the nearby table, the only indication was a long serpentine tail made of scales and cords sticking out and pushing the door shut, before plugging in to an outlet by the wall.
They would've jumped out of their seat if not for them being glued to it. They've been partially high-tension lately. For. No reason, of course.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. SHOW YOURSELF.
Twisting in the direction of the creature, they snapped at it rather intensely. Staring, trying to figure the thing out as quickly as they could.
"M'.... Down"
The voice rasped out, a bit strained. From under the table peeked a fluffy head of orange... Though something was clearly off.
"l...leave sssoon... M' sorry t' invade. Wassn't... SSafe out there. M-Messsed up..."
Good thing Panopticon likely couldn't smell, or else the room would be painfully scented like ichorous ink, seeping through the wires of the tail- mixed with a potent almost misplaced floral scent. He flopped back down with a pained hiss.
...
...oh.
They recognized that voice. That color of hair. Recognized it from both security feed and in-person interaction. It made sense now. From what its seen, from the former of those two.
...DON'T BE TOO LONG, MECHANIC BOY.
They crawled out a bit, leaving a dark trail of ink that seemed to seep from cuts like blood. A thumbs up was given- but it wasn't the steadiest of gestures. Rather quickly he flopped back down, feeding off of some of the electricity- trying not to take a lot.
"...pretty outsside..."
It was. They lay on their stomach, arms folded under their head.
I AM... AWARE.
In that bout of hesitation, they checked their monitors again. All of them. Turning off any that could've possibly been even directed at the outside. There would be no risks taken here. For even the outside was too much for THEM sometimes, in all their glory- they would rather it be easier on him at the moment.
They didn't know how they felt. Sorrow? Anger? Frustration? A mix? They wanted to... do things. Many things. To who that caused this. They knew who. They knew their secrets, those that they couldn't hide from everyone. They knew strengths, and knew weaknesses.
...But. For now. Watch over the mechanic boy.
They lay there, breathing in rasps. Their mind was foggy, blurred, jumbled. It felt like wires that had no organization- just all mixed together and connected gods know where. Even with their upper eyes closed the one on their neck was open and darting around. They seemed slightly flighty, tail unplugging to make sure the door was blocked- as if scared of an intruder. Even if he was technically the intruder. He was an allowed intruder at least.
"'ssss.... It bad?"
They were at least mildly aware of what had happened.
...
Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, as they said, after all.
YOU'LL MANAGE.
They assumed he would. If they could manage, they didn't see why they couldn't either. Even if... it was, in fact, bad.
...Perhaps they should be more comforting. They. They weren't very good at that.
...PERHAPS JUST REST UNTIL YOU GAIN A CLEARER MIND. WORRYING WON'T DO YOU ANY GOOD.
They nodded, resting on their arms again. Their tail plugged back in- the flow of electricity was soothing, like a warm wave.
"Thanksss... For letting me hide. It'ss nice here. Warm..."
The sound of the screens was also rather comforting.
The door opened, yet nothing could be seen entering. There was noise though- like metal scraping and ink sloshing, followed by a hiss. Whatever it was settled itself under the nearby table, the only indication was a long serpentine tail made of scales and cords sticking out and pushing the door shut, before plugging in to an outlet by the wall.
They would've jumped out of their seat if not for them being glued to it. They've been partially high-tension lately. For. No reason, of course.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. SHOW YOURSELF.
Twisting in the direction of the creature, they snapped at it rather intensely. Staring, trying to figure the thing out as quickly as they could.
"M'.... Down"
The voice rasped out, a bit strained. From under the table peeked a fluffy head of orange... Though something was clearly off.
"l...leave sssoon... M' sorry t' invade. Wassn't... SSafe out there. M-Messsed up..."
Good thing Panopticon likely couldn't smell, or else the room would be painfully scented like ichorous ink, seeping through the wires of the tail- mixed with a potent almost misplaced floral scent. He flopped back down with a pained hiss.
...
...oh.
They recognized that voice. That color of hair. Recognized it from both security feed and in-person interaction. It made sense now. From what its seen, from the former of those two.
...DON'T BE TOO LONG, MECHANIC BOY.
They crawled out a bit, leaving a dark trail of ink that seemed to seep from cuts like blood. A thumbs up was given- but it wasn't the steadiest of gestures. Rather quickly he flopped back down, feeding off of some of the electricity- trying not to take a lot.
"...pretty outsside..."
It was. They lay on their stomach, arms folded under their head.
I AM... AWARE.
In that bout of hesitation, they checked their monitors again. All of them. Turning off any that could've possibly been even directed at the outside. There would be no risks taken here. For even the outside was too much for THEM sometimes, in all their glory- they would rather it be easier on him at the moment.
They didn't know how they felt. Sorrow? Anger? Frustration? A mix? They wanted to... do things. Many things. To who that caused this. They knew who. They knew their secrets, those that they couldn't hide from everyone. They knew strengths, and knew weaknesses.
...But. For now. Watch over the mechanic boy.
They lay there, breathing in rasps. Their mind was foggy, blurred, jumbled. It felt like wires that had no organization- just all mixed together and connected gods know where. Even with their upper eyes closed the one on their neck was open and darting around. They seemed slightly flighty, tail unplugging to make sure the door was blocked- as if scared of an intruder. Even if he was technically the intruder. He was an allowed intruder at least.
"'ssss.... It bad?"
They were at least mildly aware of what had happened.
The door opened, yet nothing could be seen entering. There was noise though- like metal scraping and ink sloshing, followed by a hiss. Whatever it was settled itself under the nearby table, the only indication was a long serpentine tail made of scales and cords sticking out and pushing the door shut, before plugging in to an outlet by the wall.
They would've jumped out of their seat if not for them being glued to it. They've been partially high-tension lately. For. No reason, of course.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. SHOW YOURSELF.
Twisting in the direction of the creature, they snapped at it rather intensely. Staring, trying to figure the thing out as quickly as they could.
"M'.... Down"
The voice rasped out, a bit strained. From under the table peeked a fluffy head of orange... Though something was clearly off.
"l...leave sssoon... M' sorry t' invade. Wassn't... SSafe out there. M-Messsed up..."
Good thing Panopticon likely couldn't smell, or else the room would be painfully scented like ichorous ink, seeping through the wires of the tail- mixed with a potent almost misplaced floral scent. He flopped back down with a pained hiss.
...
...oh.
They recognized that voice. That color of hair. Recognized it from both security feed and in-person interaction. It made sense now. From what its seen, from the former of those two.
...DON'T BE TOO LONG, MECHANIC BOY.
They crawled out a bit, leaving a dark trail of ink that seemed to seep from cuts like blood. A thumbs up was given- but it wasn't the steadiest of gestures. Rather quickly he flopped back down, feeding off of some of the electricity- trying not to take a lot.
"...pretty outsside..."
It was. They lay on their stomach, arms folded under their head.
