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@moonlitcasanova-blog
‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘
Interview the Muse ; slowly getting to last week’s memes, you can Still Send though! //
“An uprising? No, not that I can remember… My line of work doesn’t typically include uprisings. Maybe…in a preventative manner, it may have been. One way or another, I don’t really care to ask for details beyond what I need.”
anglerfishnabe:
“ ….well. I never lose my stuff so I don’t know. “
“ I don’t really know how you manage to lose it that fast but whatever. “
Things he needs he keeps close and with him no matter what. With that he knows where to look for his own. He turns his bag a little, pulling out the the cellphone. Press, tap and slide. Ogata doesn’t know how to set a pattern to it, in fact he doesn’t know such feature exists but then again he hardly keeps anything secret inside the phone.
“ 7:06 pm, it says. “
Quick he slides it back.
“ I’m guessing you just arrived. Do you even know where you are? “
“It’s not technically mine or anyone else’s. Everything else is present. Except my katana.”
He taps the wooden hilt of his replacement with one hand, while the other makes sure everything is placed back where it was.
“Surprised they didn’t take my arm.”
Not like he can hide the large cybernetic mess. It does feel...restricted though. He gives it’s fingers a couple curls, wrist turning. He uses it to take off his glasses and slip them into his jacket. “7:06 pm.” he repeats, fixing his watch. “Thank-you, sir.”
“I have the concept down, yes,” and a small mound of apathy about it. “My name’s Mondo, and a general idea is enough for me.”
wasn't the antagonist of the game that guy with the golden crotch fashion sense
Sir, we don’t mention David in this household--
* interview the muse
‘ do you miss anyone? ’
‘ how are you doing? ’
‘ do you believe in ghosts? ’
‘ what makes you laugh? ’
‘ list your top three bands or singers. ’
‘ how many blankets do you sleep with? ’
‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’
‘ gum, cake, pie or ice cream? ’
‘ favorite book? ’
‘ are you a good person? ’
‘ describe love. ’
‘ have you ever taken part in an uprising? ‘
‘ favorite song? ’
‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’
‘ the most embarrassing thing that’s happened to you today? ’
‘ tell me one truth and one lie. ’
‘ do you like people? ’
‘ what motivates you? ’
‘ describe the perfect weekend. ’
‘ any pet peeves? ’
‘ do you need a hug? ’
‘ would you like to have kids? ’
‘ do you have any tattoos? ’
‘ classical, oldies, punk, hip hop or country? ’
‘ when was the last time you cried? ’
‘ are you religious? ’
sanpatron replied to your post: “The earth is not flat. We have detailed...
wtf I wanna go to space
For your own safety sir, please don’t go to the moon--
“The earth is not flat. We have detailed documentation. And I have eyes. I just don’t really recommend going to the moon, personally.”
// does anybody just wanna go on a cafe date with Mondo--
“My dreams are...always nightmares.” that’s all his input is, amnesia sucks and so does the goddess of dreams.
invitedeath:
“ have you ever wondered if this world is a mere illusion? that perhaps we are all living within a dream? what seems almost fantastical suddenly holds the distant ring of truth, therefore it would not be unwise to question all that you see. all that you feel. “
“I’m not sure figuring out that people have ulterior motives and the means to enact them, counts as filling out the bingo card.”
suplex51:
Just like that. Just. Like. That. A mental switch - moments prior set to “semi-faux affability” - was flipped.
This guy was obnoxious.
“The fu-?! HEY!” Travis sputtered, dropping all dramatic pretenses (but not his pointer finger). “At least my character design stands out! Mister ‘T-007: James Bot!’ What are you, huh? The scrapped concept art for a member of the Smiths?!” A rhetorical question, a mere insult, posed to delay acceptance to the awful truth.
It bought at least three seconds - maybe five - before Travis finally gave in with a groan. Admitted what the two men were probably both thinking.
“Ugh… You’re another protagonist, aren’t you?”
I don’t know. Have you seen people analyze these games? It’s not that far a stretch. Maybe we should stop this narrator-to-narrator conversation, though. It’s probably confusing to the readers.
Asshole! He looks fine and dandy as hell, thank you! Mondo straightens out his posture, jacket flourishing as he takes off his glasses and folds them.
Tucking them away in his coat, rhetorical or not, he answers;
“Not Bond. Not Smith. Zappa. My name is Mondo Zappa. And a little goes a long way.”
His mouth is slightly agape as not only did he unintentionally make that James Bond reference, but the ‘another’ part of ‘protagonist’. Yeah. Ok. He can pick up on the epiphany he was having. He hates it as much as he does.
“Do I want to know your name?”
Few and far between! Might just be the places I hang out in. And all very good points! Now, these two pricks have the entire dance floor to themselves. (And any curious public, they are on an overpass).
apocxlyypse:
≪☼≫ THOUGH HE WASN’T really one for the bar scene himself, he could admit he was a curious to get a look at everything around the Island still. And the fact that this area was somewhat famous for being able to make anything… well, it was a curiosity.
But, before wasting time at a scene that generally didn’t suit him, perhaps he should ask someone who looked like they knew whether or not it was worth it? Perhaps he could find a more common patron of the bar? For a moment, he cast his eyes about – scanning the area for someone who might be available to speak to him. There were many groups of people. People it didn’t feel right approaching, because they were here with a party or group. There were a few sad looking single ladies who Guren didn’t want to get their hopes up – especially around this time of the year… Perhaps the somewhat professional looking man then?
“Excuse me?” Guren leads off, trying to offer a somewhat relaxed smile, even if this area made him somewhat uncomfortable… “Do you have a moment? I was… hoping to ask some questions? I only just arrived at this island a day or so ago, so…”
/ @moonlitcasanova
Mondo frequented these places as a haven not only to drink, but to flirt. In bars, people generally knew to leave you be unless they were interested in you. If you were alone, ideally only two people would engage you; the bartender and someone interested in you.
No one really caught his eye here, but the place itself was fairly comfortable.
There were always other bars. This was a new place after all, and of course, a future date picks the place first if she’d like to.
Oh, that’s a good looking man...He didn’t expect him, but he hasn’t been annoying yet, and it’s not like he’s blocking his way from flirting with anyone.
Excuse me?
“Yes?”
Unfortunately, Mondo’s facial expression barely ever changes and the somewhat relaxed smile is only replied to with a very even, apathetic face. His tone of voice is another story, as it comes as even, but not as cold.
Do you have a moment?
“Sure. Not really much to do here aside from chat.”
anglerfishnabe:
A stench of a newcomer - confusion, restlessness… Some of them are a little more obvious with crying or erratic yelling and such. Ogata avoids them when he can. It’s nothing but a headache.
Ogata’s returning from the store, getting some cat food, alcohol among some groceries when the guy approaches him. He’s calm enough, less annoying but still a little out of the loop. Ill prepared for the weather too.
“ They gave you a phone, didn’t they? You should check that. “
“A phone? A cellphone?”
“.....”
He’s checking his pockets. Paper, pamphlet, extra pair of glasses, a small bottle of his favorite cologne, a travel pack of tissues, phone? No phone. No tiny receiver in his ear and the one in his cybernetic arm might work but don’t worry about it, he’s not about to test it in front of a stranger, because talking into your hand and not having anyone respond would be kind of embarrassing.
Play it off?
“Where would I find the lost and found of, say, where they put Taxis when they’re off shift? It wasn’t my own, so I guess I got a little careless.”
auricdirge:
“All valid conclusions to come to.” Giorno agrees, nodding. He had the same idea about the place in mind given the oddity of it all, the abruptness of everyone’s appearance. They seem to all arrive in bulk as well which is strange too—more efficient that way, perhaps.
“The gaping hole is probably one of the strangest things about this place. Off limits apparently.” It’s there, but no one knows what it’s for and apparently no one’s allowed to jump in it. Well, it’s warned against, people have probably jumped in it regardless. Maybe he should ask around about that.
“I heard that eclipses are common around here as well, and that’s when new people arrive. The atmosphere might be fake. This whole place might be fake actually.”
“That’s...all very strange information.”
Is it really all that useful to know? Mondo puts his glasses on, not that he needs them, but rather finds them stylish, perhaps comforting in the surrounding oddities? Maybe the only thing he cares about in the second.
“We’re stuck here, huh? That’s a bummer.” a bit on the dry side, playing off how actually serious the situation is. “Common eclipses, possibly virtual world...”
He cranes his neck to try and look down the hole. Glancing over at Giorno, he seems as calm as he is about the situation. What kind of place does this kid come from?
“Anyone try and go down there yet?”
What the hell is down there...? Base of operations, maybe?
Just a PSA
Reblog if you don’t ignore rps and asks but sometimes it takes you a while to think of a response, or you only have time to answer a question or two before doing other things.
@sanpatron
Today Mondo wanders. Shop window to shop window. When it comes to clothing for outings and work, he’s picky but simple. It’s about the quality. How it fits on him.
And knowing a good tailor.
Something he, didn’t have anymore.
Being as tall and as lanky as he was, that was important so he didn’t look like an uncomfortable, unstylish, inexpensive moron. His real hand brushes over a satin tie with thought. And the more he thinks, the more his face tinges with displeasure.
When you have a government job, you’re paid by the government.
When the government you worked for doesn’t exist anymore, you’re out of a job.
You’re out of spending money.
Why the fuck is he looking at expensive suits when his budget is as tight as it is?!
sanpatron replied to your post: // You ever just emerge out of two stressful weeks...
hope you’re ok!
// Alls well as it can be, thank you for the concern though!! Just gotta unheck my sleep schedule now, haha--
// You ever just emerge out of two stressful weeks and log like 45 hours into like three different jrpgs at once, hello, I’m gonna get back into the writin’ rhythm--
