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You’re an ocean. So deep and full of mystery. So easy to get lost in.
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[ ✧ ] “While I compliment the timing of the technique, such a play on words does not make logical sense in this situaion. We currently have no association to open waters nor to the act of angling.”
The reaction to the flirting pun expert was a lot different than he was expecting. Urataros took a moment to pause and tapped his chin as he thought. “... I’d have to disagree with that last one, at least.” He stated in response.
“Since I always have my fishing rod on me at all times and ready to be used to reel in any catch that comes my way, I would have to say the act of angling is always present with me.”
morniveus:
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after having spent nearly two years in the city (albeit leaving and returning a few times), Suzaku thought he was used to everything and anything. he’d seen talking animals, mechas that rivaled his own Lancelot, and people coming back from the dead time and time again. however, when eyes landed upon a peculiar sight, he knew this was something he had never gotten the chance to see before. gaze lingered, brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the…the possession that was happening before him.
of all the things to see, this one got under his skin. to have your will taken away from you…controlled by someone else– it reminded him all too much of how he felt under the control of Geass. he wanted answers, made clear by the way he approached with his shoulders back, hand outstretched to come into contact with the ‘NPC’s’ arm.
“What is it that you just did?”
Jumping into NPCs as a way of having a body for a while was quickly becoming the best little thing Urataros could find in this situation of being stuck in a city without the Den-Liner to hide on. It meant being in a comfortable human body and not being forced to wonder as a ‘monster’ that people keep being too fast to judge.
That didn’t mean the possession might not be judged just as badly by those who were unaware of how it quite worked for him.
Turning around from the touch of the hand, the man smiled and held his right arm by the elbow as he contemplated exactly what he should say. Though that contemplation lasted but a moment. None-the-less the blue eyes the body now possessed glowed slightly because of the control of the imagin upon it.
“If you allow me to string you along, I suppose I’ve done, probably what you expect I did if you saw anything at all.” Tapping his chin with his fingers he paused for a second.
“Do you have an issue with it?”
immortalscientist:
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In discovering new areas among the districts, a plan was already set in mind. Something that will be done in the far future. After all, he had all the time in the world. Approaching a stranger, Huey thought it be best to attract his attention with a series of his own questions.
“If you were to compare your strength to someone or something, what would you be?”
Seeing a human walk up to him was the last thing he was expecting, at least in this manner. Even now after being in the city for months, people still liked to find a reason to attack him on sight.
“Hm? My strength?” It was an odd question. “I’m not sure what I’d compare it too. It’s enough to pull in even the biggest of catches I can assure that much.”
The House of the Coffee!!||Rodformhas
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He was confused. Eyes narrowed at the sound of a voice that was clearly not Urataros’ call him ‘senpai.’ He turned to face the man still expecting to see the turtle. Urataros was the only person who called him that, anyway. Keisuke was still the newest Rider of the bunch, after all. He still had so much to learn.
It was still very odd, though, that this man acted as though he knew him. There was a strange glow to his eyes and a blue streak that reminded him of the turtle’s shell, if not more vibrant. It was still very off-putting though to be confronted by a stranger carrying so much in his arms.
Even though he couldn’t quite connect the dots, Keisuke still answered the question. “I didn’t wait long, no.” He even reached into the man’s pockets to grab the keys, exactly where the guy said they would be. It was the least he could do to help after just suddenly arriving on someone’s doorstep.
He did take a small breath, however, before asking a question that settled in his head. He just needed to figure out the best way to phrase it. “Um, are you…this is the house owned by Urataros, right?” He asked as he unlocked the door and opened it.
Sure, he’d respond to his questions. Sure he’d explain. First and for most, however, he needed to drop this stuff off.
Walking inside the room. Urataros was quick to head over to a near by round table and started to carefully lay the bags on it, hoping not to break anything that was fragile, though some bags were full of clothes so those he kind of just happily dropped.
As he did he finally did start to respond to Keisuke’s questions, a smirk on his face. “Well, I wouldn’t quite call this my house but more my future coffee shop. Still have to decorate and organize the place but it’ll be up and running before we know it I think. We do have rooms upstairs.” A pause as he finished with the bags, his face looking up at Keisuke.
“Does this mean those scientists got through my request for you to live with me? I was hopeful they’d allow it so you won’t have to be stuck or possibly re-stuck in sector two again.”
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Those born into long lines of witches and wizards have such little contact with the world outside the magical realm. It is their parents’ wish that their ideals remain as pure as the blood in their veins, untainted by fraternization with those of impure blood or worse. There is no place for non-magical folk in their narrow worlds, nor any place for the technological marvels (Muggle toys, they call them, as if they simply happened across the ideas) they invent as a means of advancing without magic.
Although there is much Sirius has to learn about the non-magical world (forced as he’s been into it, not that he minds as much as family would like him to), he very much doubts whether electrical suits of armor are the norm among even the most eccentric Muggles. Yet here it stands, moving with a skilled, but imperfect fluidity that suggests that it is manpower, not magic, at work.
“That’s an interesting little gizmo you’ve got,” he chuckles. “Mind if I give it a go?”
At first the turtle was thinking things were normal and he was just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and he thought someone was talking to someone else and he just happened to be close enough that he thought it was him being spoken to. It had happened before, why not again? Worst things have happened. [Like being licked or attacked.]
But this time it seemed like the imagin was actually the target, once more, of a very innocent but confusing mistake of identity, er, physical attributes might be better?
“I’m sorry. Do you mean my skin and shell?” He asked, not aggressively or even with an annoyed tone. More just one of confusion trying to understand exactly what he was being asked.
“I don’t have a gizmo of any sort upon me so I’m not sure what you mean.”
The House of the Coffee!!||Rodformhas
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It took him a few days to get back into the swing of things. He spent a lot of time in Sector 6 before making his way to Sector 5 and seeking out the house that Urataros now owned and he was to move in?
It honestly felt a little off. He had thought about texting the turtle about his arrival back into the city. It felt a little awkward considering how he had felt after that one event. He did feel quite a bit less down about it, which Urataros would likely appreciate. Keisuke did miss that friendship after all.
Eventually, he did find the house in question. It was nestled well within the large shopping sector. His chest tightened as he looked at the door. The Rider only needed to knock and hope Urataros was home. Why was he even nervous about it? Was it because he didn’t send him a message before arriving?
What if he wasn’t home?
Taking a breath, Keisuke approached the door and knocked. Once. Twice. Three times.
And then he waited.
And wait he shall, as poor Keisuke happened to arrive before the turtle found himself back from his old apartment. Deciding to travel and bring his stuff with him to the new place and do it as a true moving into things than to let the scientists do a teleportation and he was finally got his last trip worth of stuff with him.
It might take some time but it wasn’t too long at least before the imagin, inside a human body, covered in bags, found himself at the door. The glowing red eyes were a good indication of the possession taking place as well as the blue streak. Though, he was sure, Keisuke wouldn’t quite know that.
“Ah! Sempai!” A very big smile upon his face as he saw him. After all, he was quite sure the man had vanished from this city never to be seen again. “Sorry, did I keep you waiting? If you can help me get this inside I’d be happy to talk to you, my hands are a little too full to get the keys out of my pocket.”
A little turning of the body so that his left side was towards him, hip out a bit. “Left side, front.”
I’m gonna try my best to get to responses! sorry for delays.
Got myself a trogen and then mental health took a nose dive. No idea if I’ll -finish- any replies but I promise I’ll at least get some typing done. Hopefully I can get some out.
Is anyone else having the issue of tumblr just flat out deleting text in responses or does tumblr just hate me?
Leaving the Apartments || Closed
It was weird after so many months living in this one specific apartment than the guy was finally going to move out. This time when he arrived home he had bags on his person and was all ready to fill them up with anything left over in that place that was his. The closet, the coffee beans, any food he bought in the fridge.
But as he was going through the living area getting his stuff there he noticed the one roommate he was able to get along with while he was in this place. “Raven, how are you today?” He chuckled softly. “Seems you’re now one less roommate in this place.”
|| overheatedcrow
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Dropping threads ????
Since I did kind of vanish for a while I thought I’d make a post about threads!
My thread page, I’ll admit isn’t as up to date as it should, but.. I do have an rpThread tracker that’s more up to date I think? So I want to ask if anyone wants to drop their threads with me and maybe start over?
It’s been a long time on some threads, and I feel terrible, but I also don’t really want to bring up some of them because I have no muse for them, but I’m a person who can find muse for something when it’s desired.
Unless I missed something this is my current threads. [Maybe ignore some of my weird titles ^//^]
I don’t know how these are best done [usually I avoid dropping threads on all costs and let everyone else do it instead but I’m so pressured on old threads it feels I want to let myself free],I’m not sure, but if you want to keep going I guess let me know on any we have!
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Never let it be said that Nick didn’t recover quickly. By this point his initial screaming from that… thingSei had pulled out had subsided to an expression like a dying fish. He managed to choke out a sentence, finally.
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Ugh, it was chaos, chaos! Everyone talking at once, managing to maintain their separate conversations–talking over each other, talking about nothing and everything at once–or maybe, Beatrice, maybe you just aren’t strong enough to deal with it. The bones ached in both her hands, clutching, clawing–she couldn’t stand to be so helpless, couldn’t stand to be so lost.
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This had to be about the weirdest assortment of random semi-strangers that Cloud had ever seen, and that was saying something. He used to lead a weird, assortment of random semi-strangers. The main difference here was that there was no group synergy. None of them had ever worked together before, or even talked to each other much. It showed in the chaos of the meeting, the complete disorganization of the conversation.
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He feels as though he lost track of the conversation somewhere along the way. Well at least he knows what he’s doing. Though he’ll probably have to lie down for a while after a while after ‘possessing’ the furby, or however Nick put it…
Though his powers do sound creepier when someone puts it that way
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The orders received from Nick were nothing she couldn’t handle; she gladly accepted, giving her assurance that she’d be more than capable enough to position the Furby in its proper position. That was something.
However, explaining her true capabilities was another matter altogether.
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Wind power, possessing a robot, swords, a devil arm [though the girl did not say that] an explosive magic. Edis could not help but chuckle and look at her battered wings. Hands moved to the caster as she held his hand with insecurity. What could she add to this, nothing, she was pathetic and she felt it.
You will be alright, Nick would not have included you if you were going to hinder this
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The conversation was going better than he expected. He had been observing all the expressions of the people around him as he waited patiently for his turn. Or at least for a nod toward him as he began to recheck the plan of the man named Nick. Working through the ranks for him would not be a big deal but for Edis…
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Originally Urataros was planning not to state a line of his abilities but maybe it would be best to do so in the end. It would make his part of this mission more unsure by the others, but more useful in total. At least he wouldn’t be the first ‘possessor’ to announce that it would seem.
Hello! The mun wanted to post a little thing.
I’ve been away for a while I know, though I did do some activity, but during it I actually got a concussion that only now got fully healed.
I think I might just try to make things a bit easy and respond slowly at first to get back into the scene again, but I’m going to most importantly worry about the group rp I am in. [It is like what 8 characters in that rp?]
I’m sorry for my vanishing, some stuff popped up that made me start to be nervous to rp on tumblr and just when I was trying to make a comeback I got heat stroke and the next day got the concussion so it’s like life was trying to force me to take a long vacation.
Getting the news about Ura’s shop and his upgrade does make me wanna fight to get back on him again and I’ll do my best, just give me a couple days to get back on the front page with that group rp and I’ll respond to others!