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((Sorry to hear all that dear...gah, yea, school's a killer alright, and sorry to hear that family stuff isn't going all that well...gah, I know it'll sound empty, but I'm sorry to hear that there're so many negative things in your life currently...anyway, I've been alright, stressed as all heck and exhausted yea but I'm doing okay. Glad to be back, although, as usual, once the school year starts up again soon things'll be sporadic on here. Here, have a kitty:

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"Hm-Oh, hey! Another batter, what are you doing here?.."

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The bestial purifier turned his attention to the Puppeteer, his white, glazed over eyes twitching in their sockets slightly, his nostrils flaring, communicating a strange form of silent rage that was beginning to fester deep within him...a Puppeteer, speaking to him...filthy, lying creatures...

"I don't know why I'm here, perhaps another strange twist or glitch in space and time has flung me into yet another file in this state...honestly, I don't know, and couldn't care less."

The Batter let out a low hiss, turning his head from the Puppeteer, trying to focus his intentions and thoughts. He was lost, yet again and was before a Puppeteer, yes, but one who had yet to be proven guilty...

"Pardon my tone, I'm rather flustered at yet another change in scenery. I am known as Noah. May I ask your name?"

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((I must go.))

((Preparations for New Years must be made. You all stay awesome, and fear not, I shall return, this time in a much more timely manner than, say, MONTHS. :3 Y'all stay beautiful. Mun out.

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Proud-Purifier Has Discovered Mori

The prince was outside behind his home, nursing his wounds. “Mother cannot see these…” He had finished bandaging his arms when he heard footsteps. He turned, finding a figure a little ways away, but not too far. He couldn’t really see them due to the sun, and his vision was getting a little blurry due to loss of blood. “Who goes there?” He shouted, causing some more blood to trickle down his bare abdomen from the large gash in his chest.

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The smell of blood had been the thing that had attracted him, to begin with. The purifier known as Noah had somehow found himself in this strange land, the bright sunlight of this realm confusing him, shocking him after so much time spent rending Secretaries apart in the basements and underground tunnels of the Zones, avoiding the upper world and its now-empty structures reminding him of days when all was alive...needless to say, the sudden change had jarred him, spooked him. He had ran, hid in shadows where he could find them, his large, bestial form not helping in the least, yet, the scent of blood had drawn his attention...

Standing above the strange man, the beast's head tilting slightly, he responded, his voice stable despite his internal confusion and exhaustion:

"I am Noah, former Purifier of the Zones. I know not where I am nor who or what might have brought me here...do you require assistance with your wounds?"

Despite his seemingly calm words, the purifier was slowly beginning to panic. This world was not his own, and the mind of the beast he had become was slowly growing more and more afraid, more and more aggressive in the back of his mind. He had to remain calm, he had seen worse, he tried to reassure himself, he had seen worse...

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"I have been told that this is the day before the dawning of a new year in the realm of the Puppeteers. They seem to think of this changing of years as a time of renewal and rebirth, a chance for change and hopes for a brighter future...as much as I know that Fate has us all entangled in its cruel grasp, I wish all of you the best of luck in fighting it, in changing who you are for the better. May we all stand together as one and bring a brighter, more beautiful world into existence in the coming year. For if we, those who have seen just how cruel Purity can be and just how grey the shades of good and evil are, can't change the world, then who can?"

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((GIVEAWAY RESULTS!!!!!!!!! :D))

((Alrighty, so I've put off finishing up the giveaway for far too long...and now, through use of a random number generator, here're the winners:

1st Place: askthepuppeteer

2nd Place: kaospersona

3rd Place: jingle-batter-balls

I shall be messaging you all with what you won and we shall discuss what you would like. Thank you to everyone who participated/ALL OF MY BLOODY AWESOME FOLLOWERS Y'ALL ARE TOO NICE AND I THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY NONSENSE.))

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"Oh, those horrible twitching things? They hardly come near me. Seem to be almost afraid," the King remarks casually. "Do go on, though. I’ll be here when you return."

He spends the time between the beast’s departure and return exploring the catacombs, mapping out the places he could emerge and escape into if needed. The flies have taken to the place with great vigor, nesting in buzzing colonies around the vast pools of half-digested gore. When he hears the beast return, he climbs back to the surface, skittering up a ladder originally meant for much smaller creatures.

"This is all…? Hm, I suppose it’s better than nothing." He nudges the Elsen with a finger. "You there, what is your name? What can you offer us?"

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The Elsen shuddered, shivering, shaking. quivering with all the fear that was consuming him, his gaze shifting from the reptilian beast to the slimy, disgusting creature before him and back. His voice was quiet, near silent, yet oddly certain:

"Hhhhhh...my name doesn't matter, anymore...I can offer hard work, a good memory, and hhhhhhhh...company."

The bestial purifier let out a quiet, confused growl. He had never met an Elsen that had been so calm standing before two monstrous beings such as the would-be ruler and himself. This Elsen had a strange certainty to him, a strange calm that was, frankly, somewhat unnerving. Straightening himself up as best he could on his distorted limbs, the beast inquired, turning his dead, white eyes to the putrid yet noble being before him:

"So, shall we keep this straggler? I have little to say in favor of Elsens, but this one seems oddly capable, or, at least, willing to work."

The Elsen remained silent, even as the insult to his species crossed the beast's fanged lips. He wanted to punch him, wanted to tell him how hard he and everyone else had worked before the Zones had perished, how much he missed everyone, how much he had once feared the Spectres and how much all he wanted now was for the world to be as it was again...he knew the moment he opened his maw in retort, however, could very well be the last moment of his life, especially before these monsters...yes, he would work, and work hard.

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Indulging his sweet tooth...

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the whole thing was a blur to her, one moment he had seemed to be enjoying himself but she had blinked and he was a couple feet away on the ground. It took her some time to pull herself out of the boat, a terrified look as it thrashed back and forth from his hasty exit. Not knowing how to swim left her terrified of the liquid plastic pool beneath her, knowing it was well over the height of her head.

once she was able to get back on the stable metal they had as a ground, she rushed to kneel at his side. The smoke worried her endless, hands coming to his back to rub gently. A soft Hum, the tube of the music box, passed her lips. It was the only thing she could think to calm him down. Being left in the dark about what he must had been feeling, it made her feel helpless to aid him.

“Ducky, we should go back if you’re not okay. I don’t want to make you hurt and ache mod than you do. Won’t you come back with me? Open up and let me help you? “

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For a moment, the woman's offer was the only thing that rung in the purifier's mind. Yes, yes, go back, go back to the hoard, to those gorgeous, glistening piles, mountains of sweet, sweet...No. NO. He wouldn't let himself be bested like that. COULDN'T let himself be bested like that. The calming touch on his back and the melody that drifted through the air from his feminine charge only compounded his goal in his mind.

The monochromatic man shook as he got to his feet, stating as flatly as he could manage, his voice weak and interrupted by coughs as it trailed out of his maw:

"Thank you for the offer, but we haven't seen everything yet. This way, Miss."

Striding back towards the central room, The Batter attempted not to turn his gaze to the woman at all. He had to remain stable, focused on this mission of sorts. He would beat this, or at least hold it back until everything was settled. He was not about to give up on his promise, nor let the burning take him...

Turning his attention to the attraction in the northernmost room off of the central chamber of the Amusement Park, the purifier recalled a recent encounter with a rather rude Elsen he'd had there, and the Purification that had followed...no, they certainly wouldn't be going there. Striding onward to the western chamber of the Park, the duo stood out on a platform over the plastic, several Elsens on benches whimpering and whispering, the purifier's gaze not stopping on them for even an instant, his vision falling upon a tall, metallic structure in the distance. Turning to his feminine companion, he inquired,a small, weak smile on his face:

"Tell me, Miss, do you like roller coasters?"

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((D'awwww little cranky Batter. uwu Thank you kind, kind fellow tumblr-user. This little giveaway you did was awesome, and you can be sure that I shall keep you in mind. :3 Stay awesome.))

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((I LIVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!))

((OhohohohohohohohooHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHO YES.

MUN'S HOME. MUN IS HOME. AFTER MONTHS OF SCHOOL AND WORK AND THE HELL THAT IS CHRISTMAS WEEK AT WORK, I AM ALIVE, IF ONLY FOR A FEW DAYS. DANG IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK. IMMA GONNA HOP ON THOSE THREADS LIKE BATTER ON A SPECTRE BUT FIRST, SOME NEWS AND SUCH:

-New Followers: WHOA. WHOA WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHY ARE ALL OF YOU FINE, FINE, QUALITY PEOPLE SUDDENLY FOLLOWING ME?...No but seriously, hello all you wonderful new people. I apologize in advance for my general derpiness/slowness/generally annoying personality, and if you would like to RP/chat OOC/anything, feel free to message me. I don't really do new-follower/greeting posts anymore, so I'm afraid this is how threads will have to be started. But seriously, I love talking to my followers and such.

-Youmacon photos are still sparse as frick for me, as I'm depending on other's photos/Youmacon's own photoshoot photos since I don't own a camera/my phone's memory got corrupted, so my phone photos got screwed, so yea, I'll be reblogging any Youmacon photos as I find them...otherwise, Youmacon was AWESOME. I hung out with Nate, Kiwibunns and a crap ton of awesome OFF peeps (whose names I have forgotten because I'm an idiot) and some great Homestuck peeps the second day I was there. The Homestuck photoshoot was awesome, if not a bit hectic, but dang was it ever fun. I'll post my haul/any photos I can salvage from my phone when I can get ahold of some photos and such. So yea. Youmacon: AWESOME.

-Finally: GIVEAWAY. I've left y'all hanging for too long on it, so I'll be posting winners by the end of the day/messaging them to let them know what they got and such.

LASTLY: If I owe you ANYTHING message me. ANYTHING. It's been a while and my memory is crap so y'all need to tell me if I owe you stuff.

On that final note, I shall now jump into my sea of replies and get my sorry butt in gear. Y'all stay beautiful. MUN AWAYYYYYYYYY!))

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((Update.))

((Gah, yea, so it's getting to that fun time of year where holiday shopping is picking up and work is eating me alive while school is dumping me with preparation for finals/final projects. Also, oh JOY, I've hit a block with Noah again. I don't think it's me getting bored/disconnected from the muse or anything like that, it's just that I'm too exhausted to get any good creative juices flowing with him right now. So yea, my apologies AGAIN everyone. I'll most likely be hanging around on my main blog until this madness blows over, so please, if you would like to talk to me please, PLEASE feel free to message me and say hello and such. I miss you guys, and I thank you all again for putting up with me and my nonsense.

Love, T.U.

P.S. Giveaway has been lengthened. :3))

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((I swear I'm not dead.))

((School/work just hate me. I promise I'll get Youmacon stuff up soon, and by soon I mean the moment I can find some free time. I'm sorry guys.))

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((Bluh bluh class.))

((Gonna be busy for most of the rest of the day with classes/an essay, so I hope you all have a wonderful day. <3

Also, on a sidenote, I extended the deadline of the giveaway.))

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