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@lcorpclerkepsilon11
uh. so um, ignore the url that’s um, old details. I got uh, promoted from being a clerk a long while ago it’s just that. the account was made during that time and I’m uh, just now digging it back up. so uh. hi!
call me Ellmer, Ell, however you um, want. Please um, limit the uh, glue jokes I wasn’t thinking much when I came up with that name and it just. Stuck.
so uhm. chat with me or uh, yeah! hopefully this doesn’t go bad…
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Uh... that's. Thats um... ... Ok.
(A short agent walks the halls of lobcorp, crossing paths with the hesitant shooter.)
(Static comes out from their radio, it’s words but you can’t exactly make them out.)
(But then they pull out a small notepad from one of their many pockets, flipping the pages until a certain one is reached, words prewritten.)
“Hello.”
-( @lcorpclerkepsilon11 )
(hope you don’t mind interaction :D)
*Fifi turns to see the short agent their blindfold resting on top of her head not over her eyes as she looks at what the paper says*
O-oh Hello there! Apologies I didnt see you there, Um dont really think ive seen you around before?
*Fifi examines the short agnets appearance a bit before looking away trying not to be rude*
(im all for interactions >:3)
(He seems to wear Pink, though, a bit different from the usual suit, it moreso looks like if you stole the actual gear off the Army In Pink, straight up. But, on their back isn’t the usual backpack, it seems to be a fuel tank hooked up to a flamethrower. The flames of Reckless Foolishness seems to be less of an aura on this person, and more of just a blazing scarf.)
(And well, they seem to hold themself with a straight posture, demanding a sort of respect despite small stature.)
(Flip. Flip. Flip.)
“Same.”
“I haven’t seen you around before.”
“What is your name?”
“Call me Ellmer.”
(They look at you blankly, no expression able to be seen behind that helmet and goggles, no body language due to his rigid stiffness.)
Ellmer...thats a nice name!
Um- Just call me Fifi.
*she notices how stand proud Ellmer looks slightly chuckles a bit before immediately stopping now looking at the notepad Ellmer carries around curious what and why he carries it around*
U-um hopefully im not invading too much but, whats with the notepad? Apologies if im invading too much already.
(Flip.)
“It’s ok.”
(They flip to a blank page, writing something down, with slightly more shakey handwriting than the prewritten bland question and response pages.)
“Condition of mine. And not everyone knows sign language. It’s also easier for me to use this.”
Oh- I see now, okay well that does make a lot of sense actually, hell I dont even know sign language myself so good thinking coming from you!
*she chuckles a bit more before stopping quickly again*
So u-um- what did you get done working with- s-sorry for all my questions if theyre too much.
(He nods.) "It's ok." "Snow White's Apple." "How about you?"
M-me? Oh ummmm...Der Fruiztiz...I cant say itd name right sorry. Damn it-
*she looks away very embarrassed and ashamed she cant say the name of that devil who gave her the rifle*
"Don't worry." "Look." (They flip to a page holding Der Frei's name, and there is notably a lot of erasing and frustrated rewriting of the name.)
"I have a bit of trouble with the name too."
(A short agent walks the halls of lobcorp, crossing paths with the hesitant shooter.)
(Static comes out from their radio, it’s words but you can’t exactly make them out.)
(But then they pull out a small notepad from one of their many pockets, flipping the pages until a certain one is reached, words prewritten.)
“Hello.”
-( @lcorpclerkepsilon11 )
(hope you don’t mind interaction :D)
*Fifi turns to see the short agent their blindfold resting on top of her head not over her eyes as she looks at what the paper says*
O-oh Hello there! Apologies I didnt see you there, Um dont really think ive seen you around before?
*Fifi examines the short agnets appearance a bit before looking away trying not to be rude*
(im all for interactions >:3)
(He seems to wear Pink, though, a bit different from the usual suit, it moreso looks like if you stole the actual gear off the Army In Pink, straight up. But, on their back isn’t the usual backpack, it seems to be a fuel tank hooked up to a flamethrower. The flames of Reckless Foolishness seems to be less of an aura on this person, and more of just a blazing scarf.)
(And well, they seem to hold themself with a straight posture, demanding a sort of respect despite small stature.)
(Flip. Flip. Flip.)
“Same.”
“I haven’t seen you around before.”
“What is your name?”
“Call me Ellmer.”
(They look at you blankly, no expression able to be seen behind that helmet and goggles, no body language due to his rigid stiffness.)
Ellmer...thats a nice name!
Um- Just call me Fifi.
*she notices how stand proud Ellmer looks slightly chuckles a bit before immediately stopping now looking at the notepad Ellmer carries around curious what and why he carries it around*
U-um hopefully im not invading too much but, whats with the notepad? Apologies if im invading too much already.
(Flip.)
“It’s ok.”
(They flip to a blank page, writing something down, with slightly more shakey handwriting than the prewritten bland question and response pages.)
“Condition of mine. And not everyone knows sign language. It’s also easier for me to use this.”
Oh- I see now, okay well that does make a lot of sense actually, hell I dont even know sign language myself so good thinking coming from you!
*she chuckles a bit more before stopping quickly again*
So u-um- what did you get done working with- s-sorry for all my questions if theyre too much.
(He nods.) "It's ok." "Snow White's Apple." "How about you?"
(A short agent walks the halls of lobcorp, crossing paths with the hesitant shooter.)
(Static comes out from their radio, it’s words but you can’t exactly make them out.)
(But then they pull out a small notepad from one of their many pockets, flipping the pages until a certain one is reached, words prewritten.)
“Hello.”
-( @lcorpclerkepsilon11 )
(hope you don’t mind interaction :D)
*Fifi turns to see the short agent their blindfold resting on top of her head not over her eyes as she looks at what the paper says*
O-oh Hello there! Apologies I didnt see you there, Um dont really think ive seen you around before?
*Fifi examines the short agnets appearance a bit before looking away trying not to be rude*
(im all for interactions >:3)
(He seems to wear Pink, though, a bit different from the usual suit, it moreso looks like if you stole the actual gear off the Army In Pink, straight up. But, on their back isn’t the usual backpack, it seems to be a fuel tank hooked up to a flamethrower. The flames of Reckless Foolishness seems to be less of an aura on this person, and more of just a blazing scarf.)
(And well, they seem to hold themself with a straight posture, demanding a sort of respect despite small stature.)
(Flip. Flip. Flip.)
“Same.”
“I haven’t seen you around before.”
“What is your name?”
“Call me Ellmer.”
(They look at you blankly, no expression able to be seen behind that helmet and goggles, no body language due to his rigid stiffness.)
Ellmer...thats a nice name!
Um- Just call me Fifi.
*she notices how stand proud Ellmer looks slightly chuckles a bit before immediately stopping now looking at the notepad Ellmer carries around curious what and why he carries it around*
U-um hopefully im not invading too much but, whats with the notepad? Apologies if im invading too much already.
(Flip.)
“It’s ok.”
(They flip to a blank page, writing something down, with slightly more shakey handwriting than the prewritten bland question and response pages.)
“Condition of mine. And not everyone knows sign language. It’s also easier for me to use this.”
(A short agent walks the halls of lobcorp, crossing paths with the hesitant shooter.)
(Static comes out from their radio, it’s words but you can’t exactly make them out.)
(But then they pull out a small notepad from one of their many pockets, flipping the pages until a certain one is reached, words prewritten.)
“Hello.”
-( @lcorpclerkepsilon11 )
(hope you don’t mind interaction :D)
*Fifi turns to see the short agent their blindfold resting on top of her head not over her eyes as she looks at what the paper says*
O-oh Hello there! Apologies I didnt see you there, Um dont really think ive seen you around before?
*Fifi examines the short agnets appearance a bit before looking away trying not to be rude*
(im all for interactions >:3)
(He seems to wear Pink, though, a bit different from the usual suit, it moreso looks like if you stole the actual gear off the Army In Pink, straight up. But, on their back isn’t the usual backpack, it seems to be a fuel tank hooked up to a flamethrower. The flames of Reckless Foolishness seems to be less of an aura on this person, and more of just a blazing scarf.)
(And well, they seem to hold themself with a straight posture, demanding a sort of respect despite small stature.)
(Flip. Flip. Flip.)
“Same.”
“I haven’t seen you around before.”
“What is your name?”
“Call me Ellmer.”
(They look at you blankly, no expression able to be seen behind that helmet and goggles, no body language due to his rigid stiffness.)
hidden
boxed inside oneself. deep deep below, under skin/shell
protected by bones, the
rib(bird)cage
has a single, lonely angel.
please, observe. and tell me.
am I dead or alive? (don’t leave me hanging)
bro last night was totally redacted! last night was fully expunged from the record. bro, do you... can you remember last night? what did we do...? what did... did we hurt someone? bro? why won't you look at me? what did I do...? whose blood is this...? bro...?
Tiphereth B is that you
yeah uh. no. I’m Ellmer. um… not even the right department. I’m uh. in disciplinary.
Starting new thing!!
I'll tell you what a character or you would look like distorted.
//pushes this kid towards you /silly
One of the victims of L corp I see.
The ones who suffered the most for my mistake.
In that place. . . You must have gotten used to death. Accepted it as a specter to stand beside you.
You'll have them there. A specter at your side.
Rot is never given time to set in truly, rot is unclean, and can lead to another one of my children. But rot lets people let go.
So you will be rotting. No bug would touch you. Because no life was allowed inside that facility. Even the agents alive were dead inside after a while.
Not to far off from Mountain of Smiling Bodies, you'd rot like. But retaining human shape. And with death by your side you'll escape the facility. I hope.
// Oho!!! Lookings so interestedddd. May draw this hehe! Ty!
Starting new thing!!
I'll tell you what a character or you would look like distorted.
//pushes this kid towards you /silly
Awawa
awawawawawawawawawa :D
