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[mixingmuses]

" I imagine you in particular have travelled many lands. Known many peoples and cultures- loved them and been loved in turn. "

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[ororium-z]

Happy Pride!

[kromercrimes]

Another network only meant another set of markets to take control over. That's the lie Spamsonne told himself.

Soon, discovered his presence in the jaws of the Queen's basement: his soldier, Clickbait, had agreed to assist in breaking its programmed shackles; though had revealed the factoid that, oddly, the gateway leading downstairs had already been breached. The rest of the castle's inner defenses stood not a chance against Spamsonne's rambunctious associates.

 

Yet for what reason had Spamsonne really made the decision to arrive?

A certain curiosity; a morbid curiosity.

 

Having wondered if the NEO body he previously sought long ago was a multi-universal construct. Driven to seek answers by the sight of the City appearing less populated without clear causation. Needed to know why, exactly, the junkyard shop in this Network ( which mirrored his own in days past ) had been left completely vacant, drab, &. grey.

&. now, the harrowing answer which stared the mafioso in the face, served only to remind Spamsonne precisely of how curiosity killed the CONCATENATE.

Looking up at the awesome might of the NEO form holding a face of his own simulacrum is an angelic euphoria and spiritual terror all at once⸻BE NOT AFRAID practically rings like an old rotary phone in the other's laughter.

What catches in Spamsone's throat is the assumption of the mafia don himself being labeled a copy.

A mere, insignificant, &. lifeless mannequin to a former mannequin.

It is undeniably a direct challenge against his own faith in Solipsism. A direct threat to his sense of authority and autonomy. Served with a manic grin &. a detestable manner of speech from the worst phase he's ever lived through.

 

  Was this punishment for him?

                    A funny joke to show him what he could have become?

 

 

✽ ⸻ Spamsonne's never lit a cigarette faster in his life.

❛Cute. Real cute. But I'm hardly what you'd consider to be a duplicate program.❜

⸻the Syndicate head spits back with a rasped cadence of contempt. He's uncertain what to make of this; what to feel, what to say. Though it's certainly not from a place of being flattered.

It's all too uncanny : as if a character in a dream were to accuse the dreamer of being one of the liminal dreamscape's natives, &. not the sole observer. A singular trickle of sweat cascades down his brow as bone china teeth grit together to swallow any external trace of terror, which inevitably unsettles from within the liquid void sloshing in the pit of his otherwise hollowed abdomen.

Nicotine laced smoke coils leisurely midair as an accompanying counterpoint.

❛Seems like you got most of what you wanted,❜ Spamsonne adds, seeing the clear lack of being BIG enough to force past the world's restrictive confines. Though also senses his own expression tensing with bewilderment at such a divine mechanical form being held in suspension by what appears to be wiry, Terminal green colored cords. Gesturing vaguely above the other, ❛⸻So what's with those strings?❜

Interrogation as if it were as casual as a conversation between himself &. his own reflection in a mirror : it distracts Spamsonne from the irrevocably tangible fact that he would be alone down here under other conditions. Completely trapped in a dank, dusky, decrepit basement that only stretches for far, far too long.

⸻Though conceivably, being retained with the one person Spamsonne truly hates more than any CRT , that being HIMSELF , leaves the mafia don feeling far more isolated than he's willing to readily admit.

[mixingmuses]

A flick of a glitch showed up on his face for a moment. His head twitching along with it as the Darkner's chest heaved from held back laughter.

But it didn't last too long before NEO broke out into a chorus of laughs yet again, but this felt a bit more disturbing this time....If that was even possible. Each laugh sounding more distorted than the last one.

Instead of giving himself a whack to stop it,the Darkner just moves his body forward so he was on one knee,one hand on one side of the other so he could lean in even more to get a better and closer look at them.

It really was like looking into a mirror.....

But of course nothing can be exact. There were a few differences he could see on the other that he didn't have on his...... Previous body.

" MOST OF WHAT [EYE] WANTED? I GOT MORE THAN I [CHEAP BARGAINS] FOR! "

Yet another burst of laughs escape Spamton -does he ever not laugh?- As the hand that was on the ground by the other twitches for a few seconds at the other pointing out the strings.

Those Dam STRINGS!

The hand suddenly swipes up to attempt to grab said strings but it just phases through them,no matter how many times he tries.

" A DAM HINDRANCE IS WHAT [THEY/THEM] ARE! CLOSE TO FREEDOM! BUT IT SEEMS THERE WAS SOME [STRINGS ATTACHED]! HAEAHAEAHAEAHAEAH!! "

Mismatched eyes suddenly snap to the other before Spamton tilts his head at him with a very loud *crack*

" WHAT ABOUT [U]? YOU MUST BE LIVING THE [LUXURY HOLIDAY] , NOT BEING HELD DOWN BY SOME STRINGS!!! "

[mixingmuses]

"What, you LIKE that fruity stuff?" he takes a big swig of his liquor. With a grin, he tilts his head and gestures his glass toward the other. "Can't handle the BITE?" (sorry if this sent twice; the ask messed up. but this can be for anyone! i just wanna get the ball rolling)

The Knight's eyes narrow under his helmet for a moment as he listens to the stranger judge his choice of a drink. His hand gently swirls the glass that contains the red wine for a moment before a soft chuckle escapes the other as he tilts it towards his helmet and sips through the hole before he softly places the glass on the counter. His index finger gently tracing the rim of the glass in an idle gesture as he tilts his head over at the stranger.

" Oho~ and what of it? Red wine is still such a strong drink without all that bitterness don't you think,hmm? "

[mixingmuses]

He's survived Thavnair heat he can survive this.......

[mixingmuses]

Spamton could see somthing... that he wouldnt possibly want to see again. A telephone, ringing nearby.

Like so long ago.

@void-scientist

There was a pause from the Darkner at the sound. His whole body going stiff save for a few twitches from his claws dangling by his sides.

The ringing...... The ringing...... The dammed Ringing!

He should ignore it. It never brought him anything good.....

But what if he could get more? He has the NEO suit yes but...... Could he finally get the SOUL he needs to break free of the strings? Finally be able to fly free and see HEAVEN?

He had to answer it....

[cryptidcola]

my beautiful househusband… we used to dream of times like this…

[muses-by-kai]

"I dunno why he did it. He said it was to protect me from the same thing that killed mom but… I think he wanted me to be something else." XD's face went even lower towards the bottom of the monitor, thinking about it was making him pretty upset.

"Like a war machine."

He glanced to the other, trying to get his mind off his own past.

"What's your story? Were you built by someone?"

[mixingmuses]

The Omnic went silent for a moment. The only sound from him was the soft whirring of his mechanisms.

A War machine.... No child should be such a thing.

The Omnic's hands twitch for a split second as the other asks him the question,signalling he had snapped out of whatever daze he was in as well before his head tilts upward for a moment. Looking up at the sky above them.

" .....I was not created by someone......I was created by a God Program by the name of Anubis.....Created to be a war machine.... "

[bdkrp]

While Bedeku seemed briefly taken aback by the sound of the other's voice, they managed to quickly regather their bearings with a quiet exhale. Couldn't say they expected to be addressed like that, and while they could've easily taken his words as a threat, they instead opted to take them as advice they hadn't asked for.

“... Appreciated, but unnecessary.” They took a moment to take in the sight of him, a small furrow to their brow. Though they soon turned away, more than ready to walk away and leave it at that. They'd rather avoid any trouble if it could be helped.

[mixingmuses]

The male just lets out a small 'Tsk' for a moment. His eyes glancing away for a moment before they glance back over to the trainer. Was this someone new? Guzma couldn't say he's seen them before on any of the Islands.....

" .....You from around here? Don't recall ever seeing you before "

[sillymuses]

"Oh. Didn't really know there was a difference between the two of them." Magic wasn't really her interest. "I do like the cape though." A finger points to it. It helps that it's purple. She's curiously starting to hover around the other. A finger comes up to prod at the top of his horn.

"So, what is the difference between the two? Can you like, reign down fire from the sky or something?"

[mixingmuses]

" Pah! A wizard is a weaker caster! I'm the most powerful Sorcerer! "

The Ripctoc spreads his arms out high in exaggeration for a moment before resting one behind his back to allow himself to lean backwards slightly as he sat.

Tho he soon uses the other hand to swat the other away when she came over to prod at the tip of his horn.

" Hey knock it off! "

[mixingmuses]

// I do apologise for my sudden vanishing again. Along with T.omodachi life taking over, my mental health took a sudden spiral

[mixingmuses]

He's not used to actually getting stuff

[mixingmuses]

[mixingmuses]

// terrorised by a shoebill

[mixingmuses]

// he's good in stadium I think

[sillymuses]

"Well, you are weird for me. No offense." Granted, she knew she wasn't on her home turf anymore. The wellspring had brought her here to this...place. Her grey eyes drifted to the scepter before traveling back to him. That outfit of his did make him seem to be someone important.

"You some kind of wizard or something?"

[mixingmuses]

Ripto scrunches his nose in agitation for a moment at the other. A irritated puff of air coming out of his nostrils for a moment as he leans forward slightly to be almost face to face with the other.

" A wizard? Please I'm not as weak as them! The correct term for me is: Sorcerer! "

[mixingmuses]

Blizzard doesn't hate him anymore we won!!!!

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