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@notthatrick
So this is the place that other Ricks are obsessing over? Haha, wow. And I'm told that what I do is a waste of time.
Since I always have to repeat myself: No, I didn't kill your wife. No, I'm not that "Prime" guy. If you still wanna try getting off on coming after me, be my guest, but don't expect a welcome committee if you find me.
Nice little home you got here. Feeding pigs, listening to Tori Amos, doing your grocery shopping with echoes of our grandson...Doubt that peace would last too long though!
- @notthatrick
Oh. It's you. What do you want this time?
"This time"? Guess you've got some dementia on you too pal, because, unless I'm somehow mistaken, which I never am, I'm pretty sure we've never met.
Cut the bullshit. You think I haven't heard about you? What. Do. You. Want.
Oh, I get it. You think I'm that "Prime" guy. Well, I'll only say this once: I'm not.
Uh huh. Alright. I'm sure you wouldn't mind leaving faster, then? I'm busy.
I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you? You probably think you're real special hiding all the way out here by yourself.
Yeah, whatever. Just get to the point or leave. I'm losing my patience here.
Oh no! A Rick is losing his patience?
What are you gonna do, point that toy that you call a "gun" at me? Got some androids you'll send after me? Ooo, so scary!
🏳️🌈 !
[ OOC: Weird Rick isn't just ace, he's SUPER sex averse. Outwardly he tries not to show that to other people, but internally he can't help but feel disgust any time he hears about sex or anything related to it. He doesn't see the appeal or benefit and has a habit of mentally judging people about it. ]
So, aside from ducking and/or fending off vengeful Ricks, what do you do with all that time in the world
Eh, nothing a genius wouldn't do...
Coming up with and building new tech, observing other dimensions...Sometimes I'll send one of my androids out to retrieve supplies or to fulfill certain tasks, I'm a pretty busy guy, you know?
Send 🏳️🌈 + A muse to get a headcanon about a facet of their queer identity
Could be their orientation, gander identity, how involved they are in their community, if they're poly, or a lot of other things
Maybe a vacation isn't a bad idea...
ANGER — such an ugly emotion
remember to specify for multimuses!
dialogue
all this anger used to be love
is my anger louder than me?
rage keeps me warm
must everyone we love die before you give up this revenge mission?
anger was better than tears; better than grief; better than guilt
tell me where to put the anger
one day you will realize my anger is justified. one day you will feel the injustices just the same. you will be angry too.
i am violent, and bitter, and ugly inside and out
i guess i am still angry
i've polished this anger and now it's a knife
why are you still angry with me?
i'll hold on to this hate for as long as i need
you disgust me
i have so much anger, but such little room to show it
why do i feel so angry all the time
failing over and over makes you angry
why the fuck am i apologizing?
you are blind with hatred!
normalize being bitter and consumed by hatred
no one tells you if your rage builds up enough it turns you gentle
i have this rage, this anger inside of me. and it doesn't go away, even when i try really hard
what a disappointment
did i do something to offend you?
my anger is righteous. your violence was senseless
if you keep swallowing the anger back it's going to choke you
and then i just snapped
why would you do this?
i hope one day god will tell me why being angry is so much easier
rage purifies
i am still angry
you're mad at me, and i'm mad at you, when will it end?
just a cheap imitation
the dog who is so angry he cannot move. he cannot eat. he cannot sleep
i'm ready to open throats. i'm tired of being scared
anger is fuel
this isn't rage, it's too specific
anger makes you stupid. stupid gets you killed
i've never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. anger, i'm good at
i hope your anger gets you killed
non—verbal '+ reverse' to flip
[ snarl ] - sender snarls at receiver
[ punch ] - sender punches receiver
[ choke ] - sender chokes receiver
[ shrink ] - sender shrinks back in fear
[ yell ] - sender yells at receiver
[ shove ] - sender shoves receiver
[ fight ] - sender and receiver get into a physical altercation
[ stab ] - sender stabs receiver
[ glare ] - sender glares at receiver
You look like you need to take a chill pill.
@palerick
What? So I can get handed to a lesser Rick? I don't think so.
Send "You look like you...", complete the sentence, and see how my muse reacts to being told that!
( Ex: "You look like you bite people." or "You look like you get mad when someone doesn't say "bless you" when you sneeze." )
Send "bloody" for a starter where my muse is absolutely drenched in blood.
reverse + 🗡
- @notthatrick
send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blade to your muse's throat.
With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."
The Rick maneuvered himself away from the knife, grabbing Pastel's wrist tightly.
Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.
Pastels wrist goes limp when the other Rick twists it, he can see that he wasn’t actually expecting the advance he just made.
“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.
He twisted Pastel's wrist harder, pinning him against a wall. He was not happy.
You're acting as if this wasn't actually a mistake. You're not regretting this enough.
A small grunt leaves him as he’s slammed against the wall, he doesn’t seem scared however, just irritated.
“Listen, buddy. Shit happens, not my fault you looked like the guy I thought wanted a little knife play— Grow up. Or are you seriously really gonna assert your ‘little man syndrome’ on a hooker?.”
Tch.
He hesitated at first. He usually doesn't let people go, even for mistakes, but perhaps he was a little thrown off by such a strange and unique situation. Ricks always came after him for revenge, not...this. Pastel's insult didn't exactly help either. He eventually let go, taking Pastel's knife in the process. He wasn't taking any chances.
Maybe do a little more research next time before you start shoving random knives on random Ricks' throats, yeah? Kind of surprised my appearance didn't tick you off.
Rubbing his wrist he frowns as Rick takes his knife. He liked that knife. Stepping back he fixes his hair and rolls his eyes at the other man’s admonishments.
“Excuse the fuck outta me, I’ve had a long night.” he looks at Rick with bored eyes, like he’s had this conversation before. “You think you’re the first prime clone I’ve come across? You’re not special, bud.”
Taking a pack of pink smokes out from his back pocket he lights one, afterwards offering one to Rick. “You want?”
Oh, that really pissed him off. He tried his best to hide it however as he brushed his outfit, maintaining his appearance. He IS special, it's other Ricks that aren't. He waved the smokes away.
And what? You ARE? You think Ricks take the time to consider who they're gonna fuck? You're one of many, pal. Meanwhile, Ricks spend the effort to hunt me down.
Taking a long drag from his cigarette Pastel was genuinely surprised at the other man’s response. Hearing it made him cackle, full and loud from his belly.
“Oh wow. No, I’m not special what so ever, slick. I’m a man made version of a Rick made by another Rick. I’m as copied as they come. But it doesn’t really matter, ya know? If it wasn’t that, people probably find something else to insult me with. I’m still gonna do what I want, how I want.” He grinned, enjoying the rise he was getting out of the other man.
“You like being special, huh? Don’t worry baby. There might be others but no one exactly like you.” The words were genuine but they have a bit of a teasing tone to them.
The Rick held onto the handle of the stolen knife tightly, annoyed at Pastel's casual demeanor. He instead however pocketed the knife and gave a smirk.
Explains how you managed to screw up so badly. I guess I'll let this interaction slide so I can remember you as the clown you are.
reverse + 🗡
- @notthatrick
send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blade to your muse's throat.
With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."
The Rick maneuvered himself away from the knife, grabbing Pastel's wrist tightly.
Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.
Pastels wrist goes limp when the other Rick twists it, he can see that he wasn’t actually expecting the advance he just made.
“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.
He twisted Pastel's wrist harder, pinning him against a wall. He was not happy.
You're acting as if this wasn't actually a mistake. You're not regretting this enough.
A small grunt leaves him as he’s slammed against the wall, he doesn’t seem scared however, just irritated.
“Listen, buddy. Shit happens, not my fault you looked like the guy I thought wanted a little knife play— Grow up. Or are you seriously really gonna assert your ‘little man syndrome’ on a hooker?.”
Tch.
He hesitated at first. He usually doesn't let people go, even for mistakes, but perhaps he was a little thrown off by such a strange and unique situation. Ricks always came after him for revenge, not...this. Pastel's insult didn't exactly help either. He eventually let go, taking Pastel's knife in the process. He wasn't taking any chances.
Maybe do a little more research next time before you start shoving random knives on random Ricks' throats, yeah? Kind of surprised my appearance didn't tick you off.
Rubbing his wrist he frowns as Rick takes his knife. He liked that knife. Stepping back he fixes his hair and rolls his eyes at the other man’s admonishments.
“Excuse the fuck outta me, I’ve had a long night.” he looks at Rick with bored eyes, like he’s had this conversation before. “You think you’re the first prime clone I’ve come across? You’re not special, bud.”
Taking a pack of pink smokes out from his back pocket he lights one, afterwards offering one to Rick. “You want?”
Oh, that really pissed him off. He tried his best to hide it however as he brushed his outfit, maintaining his appearance. He IS special, it's other Ricks that aren't. He waved the smokes away.
And what? You ARE? You think Ricks take the time to consider who they're gonna fuck? You're one of many, pal. Meanwhile, Ricks spend the effort to hunt me down.
reverse + 🗡
- @notthatrick
send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blade to your muse's throat.
With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."
The Rick maneuvered himself away from the knife, grabbing Pastel's wrist tightly.
Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.
Pastels wrist goes limp when the other Rick twists it, he can see that he wasn’t actually expecting the advance he just made.
“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.
He twisted Pastel's wrist harder, pinning him against a wall. He was not happy.
You're acting as if this wasn't actually a mistake. You're not regretting this enough.
A small grunt leaves him as he’s slammed against the wall, he doesn’t seem scared however, just irritated.
“Listen, buddy. Shit happens, not my fault you looked like the guy I thought wanted a little knife play— Grow up. Or are you seriously really gonna assert your ‘little man syndrome’ on a hooker?.”
Tch.
He hesitated at first. He usually doesn't let people go, even for mistakes, but perhaps he was a little thrown off by such a strange and unique situation. Ricks always came after him for revenge, not...this. Pastel's insult didn't exactly help either. He eventually let go, taking Pastel's knife in the process. He wasn't taking any chances.
Maybe do a little more research next time before you start shoving random knives on random Ricks' throats, yeah? Kind of surprised my appearance didn't tick you off.
reverse + 🗡
- @notthatrick
send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blade to your muse's throat.
With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."
The Rick maneuvered himself away from the knife, grabbing Pastel's wrist tightly.
Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.
Pastels wrist goes limp when the other Rick twists it, he can see that he wasn’t actually expecting the advance he just made.
“Oops—! looks like i really did make the wrong house call. Sorry, cutie. We kinda all have the same face.” He gives a pretty grin, and a shrug along with his apology.
He twisted Pastel's wrist harder, pinning him against a wall. He was not happy.
You're acting as if this wasn't actually a mistake. You're not regretting this enough.
Nice little home you got here. Feeding pigs, listening to Tori Amos, doing your grocery shopping with echoes of our grandson...Doubt that peace would last too long though!
- @notthatrick
Oh. It's you. What do you want this time?
"This time"? Guess you've got some dementia on you too pal, because, unless I'm somehow mistaken, which I never am, I'm pretty sure we've never met.
Cut the bullshit. You think I haven't heard about you? What. Do. You. Want.
Oh, I get it. You think I'm that "Prime" guy. Well, I'll only say this once: I'm not.
Uh huh. Alright. I'm sure you wouldn't mind leaving faster, then? I'm busy.
I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you? You probably think you're real special hiding all the way out here by yourself.
reverse + 🗡
- @notthatrick
send 'reverse + 🗡' for my muse (receiver) to hold a blade to your muse's throat.
With a steady hand, Pastel holds the cold knife blade to Rick's throat, making sure he can feel the sharp edge almost bite into his skin. "You sure have some fun ideas on how to get off-- but I'll warn you now, baby. It'll cost extra if you want things to get messy."
The Rick maneuvered himself away from the knife, grabbing Pastel's wrist tightly.
Seems like you got crank called, because I would never ask for something like this.
I've learned a lot about you from your file. You need to do a better job at hiding if you're trying not to be found!
- @notthatrick
Yeah? I guess I should have wiped those before I left. What do you plan to do with that info anyway?
I'm trying to keep a low profile from the people living in this town so I can go to the store without nosy busy bodies. Bored Ricks hacking into my file don't scare me.
*squints Cool hair
The Rick smirked at the compliment, giving a simple shrug in response.
I guess I'm just fascinated by your entire situation. Starting out as just a little gelatinous experiment that eventually got out and absorbed the knowledge of everyone involved? I assume that now you've developed the sentience of a human — or several, for that matter — it's a lot more difficult for you to process the reality of everything. You could become nearly anything you want, but you choose not to because you'd be in way over your head.
Huffing, he crosses his arms. "Well that's presumptuous, maybe I don't choose to be anything else cause I like what I am at this current moment."
"I change into other things all the time."
He suddenly shifts into a mirror image of the other Rick, from the other's spicky hair to his boots.
"See?"He says smugly @notthatrick
The Rick chuckled at Mimic's new appearance.
Flattering, but not exactly creative. But, I guess I can't entirely blame you for thinking of me first.
Oooh, you want creative? Fine! Then how about this?
He takes the Rick's bait and turns into something he thinks will impress him. He shifts into a panther. His normal blue hue shimmering like an undercoat beneath the dark fur. He stalks around him, trying to look threatening.
How about now?
The Rick simply rolled his eyes at the panther.
Yawn, come on. Can you really only think of stuff on Earth? All those humans really restrained your capabilities, huh?
Oh... He changes back to his human form. No, I could change into whatever I see. It's just... I haven't been off Earth before.
Besides the Citadel of Rick's that is. He crosses his arms again, more out of insecurity than genuine upset. And there weren't many other faces there to begin with. I could turn into a Rick that was a fish man. He offered.
The Rick raised an incredulous brow at this information.
You haven't even TRIED going off-planet before? You've got a Rick in you but that glorified playhouse scared you into a corner?
Mimic glares back, insulted. My Rick was a biophysicist. Not an engineer. So unless you find new methods of biochemical competition creative, I guess I'd just bore you.
He never went off world either. I guess he just wasn't like the rest of you. he shrugs. And I'm not scared! I just have different priorities now. If I wanted to, I could go... after my kid's in college. Or something.
He crossed his arms.
She isn't just a cover? That kid isn't doing much for you. She's holding you back.
Mimic laughs, not really finding RIck's comment funny. Holding me back from what? Being the 'smartest man in the universe'? Like you? He smirks.
Aaaah, no offense but I was hoping you wouldn't be one of those. But look, if you're really concerned about my progress, I'll let you know I have plenty of time to cultivate my power or whatever it is you think I should be doing. I can wait for her to grow up and do her thing before worrying about missing anything.
Which is more than I can say for 'Ricks', unless you got a proper de ageing method, you're powering through more clones than Star Wars. he teased lightly as he got close to the other's face, smiling knowingly.
The Rick gave Mimic a long look, almost like he was searching for something. He then gave a casual shrug.
Alright, fair enough. I kind of just wanted to see what would make you tick. Physically you're designed to adapt, but mentally you're stuck with the limitations of human thought. I just know that it'll take a little bit more than simple prodding to push you over the edge.
Like water off a duck's back, Mimic reverts back to his wide-eyed, carefree demeanor. It does normally take alot to push him, but mostly he just doesn't see the need to exert extra energy getting heated.
Sheesh! At least buy me dinner first if that's what you're after. He chuckles
The Rick's face twitched with a hint of a frown at the comment before he casually shrugged it off, approaching Mimic.
Eh, not my style. It was either this or the more aggressive option.
One of his hands reached for Mimic's shoulder.
Oh, I was just kidding. No need to get so dramatic- he starts saying as he watches the weird Rick's hand rest on him.
As the Rick rested his hand on Mimic's shoulder, Mimic felt a sharp prick. The Rick pulled his hand away before Mimic could react further, revealing a needle connected to his wrist.
He gave a tiny jolt at the injection and scowled down at the entry point. His body reacted silently. His molecules diluting, attempting to read the foreign body and break it down. Was it a poison? Nano bots? Paralyzing agent? It was rude if anything else.
Seriously? he asks incredulously. What was that? Do I look like a petri dish to you?
The Rick chuckled as he sheathed the needle back into his body.
Relax, I'm only taking a sample. You can always make more of yourself, no?
Oh. That's why he couldn't see anything. Nothing's there. Well then it's probably fine-
Wait, NO! Mimic snaps back No no no NO me gusta! Give it back! You can't try and make me, you don't know what you're doing. he protested while approaching him to try and get it back somehow.
He was upset, but a part of it was also out of concern for what could happen. What happened once. He could feel the small sample Rick took trying to get back to him, gently stirring in its container.
The Rick waved his hands at Mimic, showing how they were empty.
Why would I want to make another you? Managing others is too much of a pain and I don't want to have to deal with a mindless version of you when I could just manipulate the genetic makeup from a sample. I'll make good use of it, don't worry.
God you really are "Weird" Rick. What do you even want that you couldn't just ask me? He weakly holds onto the wrist of the hand the needle was in.
If I had a quarter for every Rick who thought they could figure me out by pricking me, I could afford a nice car. Give my goo back! he grabs the one arm with both hands and puts it inside his mouth, enveloping it in his cold cytoplasm down to the wrist to try and get the sample back through the skin. it's harder with the additional hardware though, he might not be able to.
The Rick's body started to emit a sharp electric charge in response to Mimic's cytoplasm as he attempted to pull his arm away. He grabbed his portal gun with his other hand.
You're pretty clueless if you think that I'm anything like those other Ricks you've met before. And I'm pretty sure we both know what your answer would've been if I "asked".
His head buzzes from the electric shock, jostling him for the second Rick needed to pull away. "AH, You're a butt! I hope it eats all your tools and you have to go to office max for paper clips like a loser!" he snaps, referring to the sample.
Because as far as he knew, he could not 'make more' of himself. Without Mimic, any piece separated from him is going to be following it's feeding instinct. He had a sixth sense for this, so he lets Rick have the chance to leave. He can try and track him down later.
The Rick chuckled at Mimic's comment as he opened a portal at his feet.
Cute that you think I use things like paper clips. You really are sheltered, aren't you? Whatever, I'm checking out! This was fun!
Before Mimic could say anything else, the Rick stepped forward and disappeared into the portal below.
