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[[gueSS WHO GOT A NEW POCKET SHULK]]
I CAN’T BELIEVE I LOST MY SMALL SON IN MY YARD I NO LONGER QUALIFY TO BE A SHULK BLOG BC HE DED
THREE HOUR SEARCH IN A TWO AND A HALF ACRE YARD
HE WILL BE MISSED
↳♍ “Oh, thank you, Melia.”
Shulk plopped himself down on the floor, resting one arm on his knee and the other to keep the fluffballs in check. He tried to gently shush them, but to no avail as their noises only got louder with the interaction. Scratching one behind the ear, a runt, Shulk sighed.
↳♍ “To be perfectly honest, I was never very good at dealing with these little guys. Being in a lab all day for somewhere around 8 years does that to you, yeah? I’m not sure what to do with these little ones, but I know they don’t deserve to be stuck out in the wild, all alone, given how young they appear to be…..”
Shulk picked the runt he was stroking up out of the box and placed it in his lap. He smiled a little as the puppy yawned contentedly and closed its eyes. While continuing the stroke the Dobercorgi, the Homs turned back to face Melia.
"You are very welcome."
Melia supressed another laugh before moving her attention to Shulk, listening to his explanation. She could relate at least to some degree given that she was cooped up in the imperial palace for the majority of her life, only permitted to leave in complete coverage and with escorts if at all for her 88 years. The princess did not have the luxury of pets either, despite how much she adored small, fluffy animals.
"I understand, I have never had to care for animals myself either, and even if I had pets in the palace they would have been taken care of for me. I do know a few things about them though, but only from things that I have read," she paused smiling a bit at the Dobercorgi in Shulk’s lap, "As for what to do with them, perhaps finding homes with people in the Colonies would be the best thing, although that may be a little time consuming."
↳♍ "Well, that's more than me, at the very least. Regrettably, I don't own any books on the care of pets, so I’m a bit clueless in these kind of circumstances."
Shulk considered Melia’s suggestion for a moment. It would be a lot of work, indeed, but the results would assuredly be fulfilling if they were successful. Judging by the look on the crown princess’ face, she had a desire to care for them herself.
↳♍ “I agree with you there. I’m sure there will be at least a few people who will happily take them in. As for finding people to adopt them.....”
Shulk’s words were cut off when the runt he was stroking suddenly awoke and began climbing up his turtleneck.
↳♍ “Hey, stop that, little guy! N-no!”
The dobercorgi began happily licking the young engineer’s face, leaving him flustered at the ordeal. While he was sure Melia would laugh at his predicament, Shulk couldn't help but feel a certain fondness for the runt growing within. Perhaps this one can find a home with.....me?
[[I feel REALLY CRAPPY about not doing replies but I have a grand total of 0 inspiration points(even though I've been replaying the game so where is my insp???) so I've just been lurking on skype for ages]]
day five of Not Really Feeling It
When you have so many drafts and yet you still want more roleplays.
50 drafts me: jesus fucking christ!
My muse has been physically de-aged to a four year old, keeping their appearance and memories but just in a smaller body. How does your muse react to finding them like this?
Mun VS. Muse
(Bold what applies.)
basics:
WHO OF YOU IS:
Older? muse/mun Taller? muse/mun Richer? muse/mun Neater? muse/mun Nicer? muse/mun Smarter? muse/mun Funnier? muse/mun
advanced:
Who is a better friend? muse/mun Who lies the most? muse/mun Who swears the most? muse/mun Who reads more? muse/mun Who is more creative? muse/mun Who is more troubled? muse/mun Who has better morals? muse/mun
[[in case you had any doubts about me being actual, literal xenoblade trash here's a picture of me(or lack thereof) n my son]]
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↳♍ “Reyn! Reyn! Reyn! Look what Dickson let me have!”
The Homs child held up a piece of machinery that looked like just a generic chunk of brown scrap, but closer inspection would reveal otherwise.
↳♍ “It’s some sort of music playing device! Isn’t it cool?”
Shulk fiddled with a few knobs on the mechanism, and sure enough, a melody filled the air after a few seconds. It was far from the most quality of sounds, but nevertheless, Shulk loved his gift.
Usually, Reyn wasn’t too interested in the things that Dickson gave, because most of the time they were just useless junk or just some kind of placeholder to keep his friend busy. Shulk has always been the kind of guy to appreciate whatever he was given, and was always excited about it. Reyn, on the other hand, was a bit of a judge when it came to gifts. He would grow out of the in the future, hopefully.
When the music played in the air, though, Reyn couldn’t help but widen his eyes in awe. This was nothing like the collection of Shulk had gotten.
"Whoa! Usually Dickson gives you scrap metal, but this isn’t!" he exclaimed, growing excited. "This is so cool! How does it work?!"
↳♍ "Yeah! I can't believe he found the time to make this for me!" It would certainly stand out among the scraps that Shulk usually tinkered with.
Shulk furrowed his eyebrows in thought, considering Reyn's question for a moment.
↳♍ "I dunno how exactly it works, but I think there's some sort of sound chip inside of here -- I've only been able to get it to play this song, yeah? I'm a little scared to take it apart and find out, because I don't know if I could get it back together again....."
A time when the budding engineer was unsure of his reassembly skills was rare, indeed. But Shulk had only worked with much simpler devices thus far; never something as complicated as his new "toy". He could ask Dickson how he made it, sure, but his adoptive father liked for his ward to discover things for himself. Either way, the curious Shulk didn't want to leave it as a mystery.
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Shulk found himself stumbling towards his High Entian friend, holding a makeshift box full of something or, rather, things, yipping softly. ↳♍ “Melia, you’re better with these kinds of problems — could you help me with these Dobercorgis, please?” The engineer gently placed the box on the ground and proceeded to wipe his face off with his sleeve. At first glance, it’d likely appear to be sweat, but the poor Homs had in fact been on the receiving end of some rather passionate Dobercorgi “kisses”. It was a good thing the small squadron of puppies were confined to their box, for they would most assuredly otherwise continue smothering any and all people they could find with their rough tongues.
Melia blinked when she heard Shulk’s voice initially, her eyes seeming to light up at the mention of Dobercorgis though, “Ah, yes, of course!”
She approached the box, kneeling down a little to attend to the box, the princess had to cover her mouth to prevent the giggles escaping her as she heard a little more yapping from inside, “What exactly do you need me to help with, Shulk? Are they causing you trouble?”
↳♍ "Oh, thank you, Melia."
Shulk plopped himself down on the floor, resting one arm on his knee and the other to keep the fluffballs in check. He tried to gently shush them, but to no avail as their noises only got louder with the interaction. Scratching one behind the ear, a runt, Shulk sighed.
↳♍ "To be perfectly honest, I was never very good at dealing with these little guys. Being in a lab all day for somewhere around 8 years does that to you, yeah? I'm not sure what to do with these little ones, but I know they don't deserve to be stuck out in the wild, all alone, given how young they appear to be....."
Shulk picked the runt he was stroking up out of the box and placed it in his lap. He smiled a little as the puppy yawned contentedly and closed its eyes. While continuing the stroke the Dobercorgi, the Homs turned back to face Melia.
[[in other news there’s a fiora in my school's band program and I will never not laugh]]
/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\ Contract?
Listen.
Sometimes I don’t want to rp.
Sometimes I only want to rp selectively because a certain thread intrigues me at a time.
It’s not me being a bitch.
It’s me being the average human that has interests and moods.
im sry if you ever see me reblogging text posts as links, if i do im on mobile bc u know that's the bad shit id never pull on U guys if I had a choice
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↳♍ "Reyn! Reyn! Reyn! Look what Dickson let me have!"
The Homs child held up a piece of machinery that looked like just a generic chunk of brown scrap, but closer inspection would reveal otherwise.
↳♍ "It's some sort of music playing device! Isn't it cool?"
Shulk fiddled with a few knobs on the mechanism, and sure enough, a melody filled the air after a few seconds. It was far from the most quality of sounds, but nevertheless, Shulk loved his gift.
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The view of Eryth Sea from the higher floors of Alcamoth was a sight truly unmatched. Shulk leaned on the railing of the Whitewing Palace’s terrace, watching the Imperial fireworks show. It was a shame that the display was only held two nights a year, because though that may be plenty for the lifespan of a High Entia, any Homs that managed to find themselves in attendance would marvel at the sight. Shulk was no exception. He’d only seen fireworks a couple times in his life, mostly to raise the spirits of the colonists in rough times. While his other friends were enjoying the festivities taking place around Melfica Road, Shulk preferred the peace and quiet of their temporary quarters to simply enjoy the show. However, his contemplative silence was soon disturbed by the rustling of heavy clothing and jingling of metallic adornments. The young Homs turned around quickly and cautiously at the sound, not sure if he should prepare for another fight or not. At the sight of who had entered, however, Shulk’s steely gaze turned to that of confusion.
↳♍ “…..Kallian? What are you doing in here? I would have thought that you’d be enjoying the festivities.”
"I am in charge of running the festivities and fireworks, making sure of the citizens safety while creating an entertaining performance." He explained. He dreaded the Imperial fireworks show every year, the weeks of stress and preparation before hand gave him terrible headaches. Kallian didn’t even have much time to enjoy the festival itself, having to make sure every thing is going well and intending to the things that aren’t well.
He glanced up at the lights show above him, exploding in variety of ether across the night sky that was illuminated with stars. Kallian’s lips upturned into a rare smile. Well, he supposed it was rather worth it.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Shulk?"
↳♍ "Ah, I can see how that would be tiring. I can't say I blame you for wanting to find some peace and quiet."
Shulk broke his eye contact with Kallian to continue studying the ether exploding in an array of different colors. While he knew how the fireworks' differentiating colors came about, the fact that the explosions created different shapes in the sky thoroughly intrigued him. Some illuminated the sky in the likeness of the Imperial family and Bionis, one even taking the shape of Alcamoth itself. It was simply stunning, Shulk thought.
↳♍ "Oh? Ah, yes, the fireworks are indeed beautiful.....Though I must ask, do you know what it is that allows these fireworks to form different shapes? Homs-made fireworks can only explode in a comparatively mundane fashion, so the technology behind this definitely intrigues me."