[ Dark Harvest ]

My name is Ell. My employment identification number is 4658(F). I work in Zone 3, I count sugar cubes. I enjoy writing in lavender ink and the sound of typewriters.

[misselsen]

I can't rp right now ))

[abattoirprince-blog]

"Yeah, she’s cute." Hugo smiles like he’d been the one getting complimented

Granted, she was a cat of average intelligence. Nothing special. She attacked peoples’ feet and jumped up on top of high things only to get scared and meow until someone got her down. Normal cat things. She tilts her head up to meet Ell’s fingers, purring. 

[misselsen]

"Wow...she's not trying to bite me."

It wasn't that she didn't believe Hugo, but the only things she'd ever heard about cats were...pretty negative. This one just seemed very affectionate, and that was something she really, really enjoyed. Elsen culture revolved around productivity, there's usually no time for sweetness.

[misselsen]

hmmmmm

[abattoirprince-blog]

Chole makes a squeaky noise that might be a meow, more like a quiet squawk. Clearly she wasn’t one of those clever talking tutorial cats. 

[misselsen]

"Oh...it's simple." She just called your cat dumb. Wow, rude.

"She's sort of...appealing to look at."

Drawing a sharp breath, Ell reaches out a shaking hand toward the cat.

[abattoirprince-blog]

"Alright, great, I’ll be right back."

He returns shortly with Chole. She’s a small, stubby black cat with yellow eyes, cradled in his arms contently. “Just let her gently,” Hugo says. “She won’t bite you.”

[misselsen]

Ell kneeled on the floor...maybe staring at the cat? It was hard to tell. No pupils and all. She didn't raise a hand to the beast before her, but she wasn't turning away. "Hello...Chloe." It seemed strange to her to name a beast, when it could probably name itself.

[abattoirprince-blog]

(( whoops sorry i pressed enter too fast on that reply.

iirc there’s no other ingame evidence that the puppeteer can be detected by anybody but the batter, the judge, and zacharie, and that Elsen only acknowledges the player because the batter mentions them outright. they say something to the effect of “oh s/he must be a member of the superior personnel…” which leads me to wonder who the superior personnel are but! i digress, I need to play through OFF again.

[misselsen]

(( Same tho I haven't played since march of last year. I'm pretty strict on my elsen headcanons, so I probably need to go and get reacquainted with the actual game so's I can back up my hcs with facts.

[abattoirprince-blog]

The cat? Her name is Chole. I can go get her if you want to try petting her. She won’t scratch you, I promise. The best way to get over fears like this is to expose yourself to them. [he thinks he read that somewhere]

[misselsen]

"Well....alright then, I'll trust your judgement on that."

She still seemed a little bit nervous, but hey, she was bold enough to try, right?

[misselsen]

abattoirprince replied to your post:I hope I’m not the only one who thinks that elsen...

(( I know there’s that Elsen you first talk to near the mines who the Batter mentions the player to but the Elsen gives no indication that they can actually sense the player so. seems logical.

(( I don't even remember that :000 okay, that's good to know. Someone got frustrated with me once when Ell was confused when someone mentioned the player. So. B)

[misselsen]

I hope I'm not the only one who thinks that elsen are oblivious to the player ))

[abattoirprince-blog]

Well yeah, I guess she could bite me, but she’d only do that if I was annoying her or doing something she didn’t like. And it’s not like she’d try seriously hurt me, just get me to notice so I’d stop. Usually she just wants to sit on me and sleep.

[misselsen]

That makes me nervous...what do you call it?

[misselsen]

Why do people like cats? Cats are awful.

[abattoirprince-blog]

I’ve got a cat. She’s really very sweet. She always comes to see me when I’m not feeling well, or I’m tired… 

[misselsen]

Aren't you worried about getting bitten or scratched? What if it hurt you?

[misselsen]

Why do people like cats? Cats are awful.

[misselsen]

"I know its a bit after valentines day, but everyone deserves a little treat even if it is late...!" The pale girl held out a scarf to the other. She had run out of muffins so hopefully the scarf would be okay.

"Wow, this is a lovely gift! But I couldn’t possibly accept it, I have nothing for you in return, miss!"

[zonezerodameblanche]

"Valentines day isn’t about getting things, its about giving! I insist that you keep it, you don’t need to give me anything in return! Besides, I’m sure it would look ever so lovely on you it would be a crime for you not to have it…!"

[misselsen]

"If you put it that way."

[misselsen]

 (( good night, people

Thanks so much for 20 follows in only two days, damn. I'd only ask for more to provide all of us with more roleplaying opportunities in the future. <3 I do apologize for being so picky though ;___; ))

[misselsen]

Men are completely useless. You'll never need a man in your life.

Unless there's nothing else to eat, of course.

[pastel-est-parti]

Pastel quickly ran down the hall and stopped around a corner, body pressed so hard against the wall that his arms began to shake uncontrollably from inside the straightjacket. A look of horror was slapped onto his face as he watched helplessly as it spread to the rest of his body. The realization dawned on him that for the very first time in a long while…

…that he’s afraid. That he’s afraid of all the pain, the hunger, and torture he went through these last months. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want that at all. All the blood loss, all the tests, death was so close and so promising and somehow, the doctors kept managing to pull him right back to the world of the living. Which is strange,… no one here is living. This isn’t living in the slightest,… but then again, how would he know? The click of the heels got closer, he could feel the panic rising in him. Slowly and painfully, he peeked around the corner. At first his eyes couldn’t focus on the others face well but when he heard their voice… "…E-Ell?…"

[misselsen]

Quickly stopping in her tracks, the woman hesitated for a moment. It was fairly unlikely for someone to be down here at this time--so deep in the corridors, such a specific location. But then again, the voice rang with familiarity. That wasn't necessarily a positive thing. If it was a cruel labcoat worker, she might have to ditch those heels and folder and go for a run. But, she was feeling sort of stupid instead, so she replied.

"...Yes..?"

[misselsen]