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Indie RP blog for an Elsen from OFF (by Mortis Ghost) ~ //PLEASE READ THE INFO PAGE BEFORE INTERACTING// ~ M!A: currently not accepting

[memories]

surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of meatwaterfalls

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five days later

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> sneaks in

> sneaks out

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rosewaterlozenge replied to your post:logged in for a second cause i’m pretty sure i got...

Oh shoot, you’re back?? Sorry to hear that you’re sad, but this was a really good blog.

i mean, not really?? ahah just went to grab some stuff i had saved over here  but also!!! thank you!!!!! 

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logged in for a second cause i’m pretty sure i got something i need in the drafts but like jesus christ there’s still some active people here im-------- S A D  IM SAD awww

[candelabrium]

[meatwaterfalls]

Earl is sticking his hand into the meat river and swirling it around, watching the meat move.

>> The last sight he’d expect while heading back to his workplace with a nice new batch of soon-to-be-filled bottles was an… individual… like that one, nonchalantly playing with the chunky sludge. Yet, there it was.He gave his lower lip a nervous nibble.

When he warily knelt down by the pool with every intention of simply returning to his duties, he ensured at least a few cautionary feet separated him from the stranger. <<

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nnhlemonsyes:

meatwaterfalls:

>> He was almost… tempted to inquire about that puzzling term strangers kept nonchalantly blurting out at him – marsh… mallow…? But for one, he lacked the courage, and furthermore that wasn’t the most disconcerting ingredient in that chunky soup of senseless requests, shrill shouting and loud words. He darted a few distressed glances around. Nobody was there to catch them.

“I-I… uh? Hire you….? Me? S… Sir, I’m afraid I’m just a worker… no more than your average employee… uh… I can’t do that, you see…”

“I’m sorry… pl… please d-don’t yell at me…. Hh…hhhhh….” <<

Lemongrab crossed his arms. He was determined to get hired by someone.”You are lying…?” He squinted at the elsen.

“MMnn…no you aren’t. You are much too wiggly jelly to be lying MMNNGH!” He let out a frustrated noise. “You must take me to this… Dedan then!!

>> Perhaps staring right up at Dedan himself wouldn't have been particularly more distressing than that – he just continued wordlessly glaring up at the stranger like a cornered rabbit. Every single loud noise plummeting down on him had him flinching and cowering just a tad more each time. Why couldn't be just be quiet...? “N... Hhh... Please... I w-wouldn't lie to you sir, I promise. But... Hhh-” he whimpered. “I'm not allowed to...”

“If you need food, I, uh, I have some m-meat with me...! Just... please...” <<

[silentdreamingeyes]

[square-r00t-moved]

[kinderelsen-blog]

(When u think about how great your little elsen bf is and you just want him to be happy)

[meatwaterfalls]

kinderelsen:

Kinder was looking around the room, even if there weren’t too many things to look at. He wanted to remember it all, take it all in. “Aah..its all so c-cute….I mean! UM..HHH.” He pulled at his collar and let out a wheeze, then coughed nervously. Kinder hoped the other wouldn’t noticed that particular comment.

“Yes sure, I should sit.. Hhh” He gently sat down, looking at the smaller elsen politely. “…Do..you want to open…your present now?” Kinder really wanted to see the look on 842′s face when he opened the gift.

“Ah..I mean you don’t h-have too! hhh.”

>> Surely he was way too busy indulging his worries to pay attention to that comment; in fact, it was only the sudden question that tore his attention off them and glued it back to his oh-so important guest. He nodded – if a little too franticly -, and promptly placed the package on the table, gently, as though the faintest inaccuracy could shatter it like porcelaine. “Ah, s-sure, sure, yes sir...! Again, you... hhh... really shouldn't have,” he mumbled, a nervous grin quivering across his face. He put his best efforts in opening it as delicately as he could. And finally, after yet another uncertain glance at the other, he took the small figurine  in his hands.

“Hhh.... hhhh?” “O-Oh! Oh my! Is it... is it mister Dedan...? Hhh! I... Oh thank you sir! It looks... just like him! Aah... Where did you get it?” was all he managed to sputter out. Expressing his feelings was not one of his best skills, but he did appreciate the gift greatly! He had never seen anything like it before, nor did he feel like he deserved it. <<

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kinderelsen:

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“A-ah I am sorry!” Kinder bowed his head slightly. He honestly felt a bit foolish. He knew it would get dark before he had gotten home. Still he wanted to give the gift anyway.

“Oh hhh yes yes..I would lov- yes!” He stepped inside the smaller elsen’s house. It was almost like a dream for him. The apartment was room was modest, small, plain, but clean. Just as Kinder had pictured it.

“Ahh how…l-lovely! You really hh…keep your room nice and tidy!”

>> #84260, on the other hand, while completely aware the other would come in, still flinched when he moved forward. The fear was mostly irrational, sure, but it still washed along his spine like droplets of melting ice plunging down his collar: was his room really worthy of another pair of eyes's sight? And that pair of eyes in particular, oh he couldn't bear to disappoint. It was all so messy, so-

“O-Oh?... Hhhh... You think? Aah... thank you...hhh....”

He quickly shut the door behind him and scuttled along with Kinder, chewing down on his nails. The uncertainty of that all was staggering. He knew he had to do something, behave in a certain way. But having guests over was something he'd never experienced before. “Well...! I mean, uh... feel free to... to do as you p-please? Uhm.. o-oh...” Perhaps pulling out a chair would be polite enough. “Do you wish to take a seat...?” <<

[meatwaterfalls]

Earl is sticking his hand into the meat river and swirling it around, watching the meat move.

>> The last sight he’d expect while heading back to his workplace with a nice new batch of soon-to-be-filled bottles was an… individual… like that one, nonchalantly playing with the chunky sludge. Yet, there it was.He gave his lower lip a nervous nibble.

When he warily knelt down by the pool with every intention of simply returning to his duties, he ensured at least a few cautionary feet separated him from the stranger. <<

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“I was just AT the monorail..mmnn…another marshmellow told me I would need to find a JOB to make…money to GET food! My skills include sweeping. Yes that is it. MMN.”  He was determined that one of these marshmallows could employ him somehow. Despite the fact that each of them kept pointing him towards this Dedan person.

“….Hire me??”

>> He was almost… tempted to inquire about that puzzling term strangers kept nonchalantly blurting out at him – marsh… mallow…? But for one, he lacked the courage, and furthermore that wasn’t the most disconcerting ingredient in that chunky soup of senseless requests, shrill shouting and loud words. He darted a few distressed glances around. Nobody was there to catch them.

“I-I… uh? Hire you….? Me? S… Sir, I’m afraid I’m just a worker… no more than your average employee… uh… I can’t do that, you see…”

“I’m sorry… pl… please d-don’t yell at me…. Hh…hhhhh….” <<

[meatwaterfalls]

Kinder figured since the work day was over, he had plenty of time to see 842 now, even if was nearly sunset. He took the monorail as normal until it stopped in Zone 1. As per usual he had brought the smaller elsen a gift. What was a bit unusual was that Kinder had showed up at 842's small apartment room! He knocked on the door, but not too loudly.

>> If any sort of noise could be heard from inside, the gentle knockshad quickly smothered it under a heavy shroud of silence. Then, thepadded sound of footsteps pacing around filtered through thedoor – increasingly rapid, frantic… in an agitated rush. Apityful orchestra of panicked tapping, thumping and the distinctclanking of something falling to the floor.Then the tinkling ofsomeone fumbling with a chain lock – and the door opened in a slit only wide enough for a single eye to cautiously peekthrough.

“Hhhh…?” And at last, a rather flustered#84260 finally appeared at the doorstep. At last.

“S-S… Sir?Oh… Oh, dear! I… hhh…. I… uhm… Hello! I’m so sorry, hhh, Ireally… wasn’t expecting you!” <<

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kinderelsen:

Kinder looked as equally as flustered as the smaller elsen. He fumbled on his words before sputtering out a sentence. “A-ah!! HH no that is okay! I just…I just came on a whim I wanted you…to have this!” He held out a neatly wrapped gift.“I suppose I should have thought it t-through more…” He glanced around briefly. “Its a-almost dark ahh…hhh..” Embarrassment was plastered all over his face.

>> His eyes aimlessly darted around, down at the endearing little package now cradled in his arms, then up at the unexpected visitor, perhaps in the vain hope of finding the appropriate response he was looking for. That situation demanded his best careful use of his whole repertoire of social skills, like pawns on a checkboard… That is, if he had one.

“Uh…? Oh my, t-thank you, sir! Hhhh, and, uh… no! No, it’s fine, really, it’s… hhhh….g-good to see you! Thank you for… visiting… m… e….” he mumbled, a faint peachy red painting his cheeks. “Ah… uhm… I…. W, Would you like to come in…? I’m sorry it’s a little bit of a mess, ahhh!” <<

[meatwaterfalls]

Earl is sticking his hand into the meat river and swirling it around, watching the meat move.

>> The last sight he’d expect while heading back to his workplace with a nice new batch of soon-to-be-filled bottles was an… individual… like that one, nonchalantly playing with the chunky sludge. Yet, there it was.He gave his lower lip a nervous nibble.

When he warily knelt down by the pool with every intention of simply returning to his duties, he ensured at least a few cautionary feet separated him from the stranger. <<

[meatwaterfalls]

“Per…permission? nO! I am the EARL! I will go where I please!” He crossed his arms, staring down at he small elsen. “HowEVer you are most helpful small marshmellow!! I thank you for this but I also …RE-TAKE THE THANKS BACK!”

“Where do I purchase FOOD!?”

>> Well, perhaps he had been far too quick to lower his defences, far too trusting. Certainly he would not slip into outstandingly reckless mistakes like that one again, oh no. He would carefully hide within his turtle shell of precautionary untrust for due time.

At the shrill screaming tearing his nerves apart, he cowered.

“N… N… W, Well, then… A-Apologies for being so r… rude… I… If you wish to, hhh, purchase meat...P, Perhaps you should head out of Alma and… t-take the monorail from there.” <<

[wxngsofpiano]

meatwaterfalls has been encountered!

[meatwaterfalls]

You watch as he first turns bright red - that was a sign of…what? embarassment? - and then hushes away to continue his work. You didn’t mind his eagerness to be productive, though. Considering his job seemed quite important, you couldn’t blame him for being so diligent, in fact, you quite admired it. You never had any work yourself, there was never a need for a Limbo Guardian the likes of you who could just materialize anything they wanted in the borders of their realm.

In response to his question, you lift you hands slightly, and mimic playing a piano in thin air - highly stylized in motion, but still recognizeable. You weren’t quite sure how to convey ‘making music’ - or if it even was something you ‘did’, considering it was just a hobby of yours, but you hoped he understood nontheless. To further convey the message, you then tap a simple rhythm at the ground with your finger, your digits creating an audible ping with each tap as if they were made of glass.

>> Their lack of spoken words, while more soothing than any sound could be, also meant he couldn’t grant  himself a single second of distraction during the entity’s voiceless speeches. He carefully followed every movement, every gesture – the look on his face, however, wasn’t very promising. He was not fond of hobbies, not one bit… They demanded effort and precious precious time, more than he could carelessly waste away, and yet the warm satisfaction of being productive wasn’t something they could provide.

Music, on the other hand, he learnt to appreciate. The soft lullaby of a music box wafting through the dead silence at night was always comforting. But he wasn’t  familiar with instruments enough to associate that tapping of fingers with the keys of a piano.

He gazed up at the other, quite lost and honestly mortified. Oh dear. How awkward.

“U-Uhm… I’m so sorry, I really am… I… d-don’t know what that means, s… sir… ahh…” <<

[wxngsofpiano]

meatwaterfalls has been encountered!

[wxngsofpiano]

A long Oooohhhh… forms in your head as you allow yourself to be fully absorbed by the others story, listening with large, round eyes. It was a joy to hear such enthusiasm from this usually timid seeming little man, and you weren’t planning on wasting this seemingly rare opportunity.

Ahh! So that’s what they were doing here! Well, you couldn’t deny that there was certainly some grade of importance to it! You knew about the necissarity of food, though you didn’t eat yourself, at least not normally. You weren’t quite sure if ‘meat’ was truly an element - you should ask the Masked Lady about that - but it seemed to be so in this world, or there wouldn’t be such an abundance of it. To convey that you had understood, you clap lightly, quietly with your hands and nod with friendly squinted eyes.

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>> Despite the ripe red embarrassment promptly washing over his face and having it perfectly match the color of the nearby pools, it’d be a lie to say his chest was not puffed with pride at the other’s clapping. He merely stood there, a little uncertain and a little surprised, with a tiny grin carefully inching its way across his face. The moment was soon over, though. Surely rapidly turning around to his duties would snatch the creature’s attention from his own cheeks, now scorching hot like barbecue grills - right? Hopefully that’d be the case, because that’s what he did. “Hhhh…. Thank you, thank y-you…” he mumbled.

The other truly was not bad company at all. One who could appreciate the (questionable) beauty of his job had to be a lovely individual indeed! He offered them a glance and a smile.  “A, And… ah… What is it you do, mister… D-Deemo, sir? That is, if I can ask… hhh….”<<

[meatwaterfalls]

Purity hid behind the wall, looking left and right to see if the coast was clear. Not seeing anyone around, he darted towards the meat pool and started scooping some into a bucket he had with him.

>> True, there wasn’t anybody around. …Until, right amidst a badly concealed yawn, a certain rather dozy employee happened to turn the corner. 

And what #84260 saw upon forcing his eyes back open, he didn’t like. Not one bit. On the scale of what he was looking forward to the most, scolding a stranger definitely was not perched at the top - but he was watching him blatantly trampling right over the regulations. What a dreadful sight. Impossible to ignore.

“Uhm… S-Sir?” he mumbled, scuttling closer. “…Sir? Excuse me… Wha… What are you doing?”

[the-rogue-elsen-blog]

Purity sighed, handing it over. “Fine… Can I have a bit first…? I’m starving, hhhh…”

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>> In any case, allowing the other to keep the loot was a choice he wouldn’t ever consider: he welcomed the bucket in his grasp and tipped it over, dumping its contents back in the pool where they rightfully belonged. 

He did look somewhat regretful, though, the look on his face not unlike that of a puppy guilty of smashing a vase to pieces. “Hhh… Uh… really? I’m… sorry, sir. Perhaps you should, uh, look for a job?... Anyhow, if… if you are in need of some meat, I do have s… some… hh… For lunch…” <<