when everything changes...

nothing changes. 37 / M / Engineering, Mathematics

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Can I touch your sexy hair?

i suppose, although i'm not sure why you'd want to. a little odd, don't you think?

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Have you ever walked in accidentally on Grant and Asher?

no, i can't say i have. kind of a strange question to ask, don't you think?

[strifecross]

Transistor Story Discussion by Super Bunnyhop (aka the best and most cohesive story discussion about the game anyone’s even attempted so far from what I’ve seen and boy have I been reading reddit, tumblr and steam…)

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i spent a good 5 - 6 hours on this and i think it sounds good but.. im working w/barely usable earbuds [have to wiggle & pinch the jack to properly hear] as well as a few hours of sleep so without further ado—

impossible slam jam, aka royceslam

um.. yeah, this probably doesn’t sound good right now but i promise i’ll try to fix it when i wake up in a few hours, also this will probably be on youtube right after i fix it [?] if it needs fixing at all. i can’t tell??

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// open rp?

Bright blue sky… Real blue, nothing little miss Yon-Dale could have ever dreamed to create. Peace. Quiet. Fields of… wheat?

The muse had won, that was for certain. Royce didn’t think it was possible, not possible at all, and yet here he was. He wasn’t sure what he expected, honestly. Certainly not this.

"See you in the country." Royce muttered to himself, laughing at his own little joke. "How right they were, it seems, how right…"

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 ”So you’ve finally come to join us too?” Came a familiar voice from behind the other. Asher was staring behind Royce, his eyes on the blue skies above, the light of the sun shining brilliantly in his ocean blue orbs. Chuckling softly he turned to look over his shoulder at Royce, a gentle grin on his lips. 

 ”Welcome to the Country.”

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Royce turned, facing Asher, and tried his best to smile. Old friends always deserve a warm welcome, but under these circumstances, Royce couldn’t help but feel a little negative. Still, Asher’s presence meant that the others were more than likely around somewhere, which was a good sign.

"Thank you, old friend, thank you very much." Royce said. "So, how has this place been treating you, hm? I’m not sure how much longer you’ve been around than me, but you certainly do seem to be in a much better mood."

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         » In truth, after Blue, the Camerata were the first that Red decided to look out for in the Country. It wasn’t something that was exactly understood, seemingly limitless and empty to match. Sure, she was happy here, but there were unsettled matters that came with her from Cloudbank. Her partner didn’t understand it, but he knew not to get in her way once her mind had been settled on something.

   Though she had long let go of most of her scientific knowledge, there was enough left over from Traverson Hall to give it a few tries. Most were fruitless. Eventually, however, she begin to find results in what normally wouldn’t make any sense. Recalling her memories of Royce, she could put together something of a bleary image of him. It reminded Red of how he spoke through proxy to her and the transistor. The Country truly was an odd place.

     After repeated attempts, it became clearer and clearer. It never seemed that Royce had noticed her, but she was there, or at least she thought she was. Before long, not only did she find herself able to project her physical form in a sense, but her voice as well. That was when she made her most concentrated effort.

   "Royce. Royce!" She would’ve given him a shove, if she could’ve. Red didn’t exactly understand to what extent this borderline spectral form worked. She didn’t want to push her luck either. "See you in the Country, huh."

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Startled, Royce gave a slow half-wave to the singer. This wasn't supposed to have happened, and yet here he was, and here she was, and neither of them seemed to be going anywhere for the time being. Royce'd might as well make polite conversation, for as long as he continued to exist.

"That's what I said, yes." Royce grumbled. Being killed tends to make one a bit spiteful, well, more than a little bit. Royce wasn't really sure how he even... had that memory. He shouldn't have, it made no sense at all, in fact, but nothing about this place made sense.

"This thing you have me in is very impressive, by the way, yes, very impressive. I'm quite impressed. I had no idea you had so much potential! Cloudbank might have almost been in good hands if you hadn't..."

Suddenly, the scientist's eyes narrowed and he folded his hands together, looking Red in the eye, obviously concerned.

"Say, what are you doing in here, anyway? Shouldn't you be... Out there?"

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// open rp?

Bright blue sky… Real blue, nothing little miss Yon-Dale could have ever dreamed to create. Peace. Quiet. Fields of… wheat?

The muse had won, that was for certain. Royce didn’t think it was possible, not possible at all, and yet here he was. He wasn’t sure what he expected, honestly. Certainly not this.

"See you in the country." Royce muttered to himself, laughing at his own little joke. "How right they were, it seems, how right…"

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royce has a cute big nose

look 

even here u can kind of see bc of the shading

this is important and belongs in the tag

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i think we need to have a talk about your smoking habits. the smoke's clogging up the transistor's user interface???

red provides the feathers, i provide the ashes. together, we make quite a phoenix, don't we?

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// open rp?

Bright blue sky... Real blue, nothing little miss Yon-Dale could have ever dreamed to create. Peace. Quiet. Fields of... wheat?

The muse had won, that was for certain. Royce didn't think it was possible, not possible at all, and yet here he was. He wasn't sure what he expected, honestly. Certainly not this.

"See you in the country." Royce muttered to himself, laughing at his own little joke. "How right they were, it seems, how right..."

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 Royce nodded, although he had a hard time taking Asher seriously, no matter how much he wanted to. “You always had a flare for the dramatic. I had no clue you felt like this, though, not even something close to this. I must say I am sorry about whatever you must be going through at the moment, it sounds rough, very rough.”

 Trying to look sympathetic, Royce poked his friend lightly in the arm. “Sleep on it maybe? Oh, and talk to Grant about it, definitely do that. That’s a conversation I’d rather not stick around for, though, I hope you understand… Oh, and if things fall through, that’s alright, quite alright, no worries about it at all. I’m not all too invested in this, at least.”

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 Asher blushed furiously and huffed. “I am not dramatic I’m…ugh, nevermind.” He rubbed his head. “Just..Just forget it. This was all a bad idea. Pretend you didn’t hear a single word. Lets just…it’s nothing.” He pulled away lightly and looked elsewhere, anywhere but at Royce. “I should…I should go.” He said quietly before he made a move to leave and hide away in the darkest corner of the building.

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"Sounds like an excellent idea. See you."

[anotherfirename]

Reading through the subtitle files and found this which I thought was really interesting.

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 ”Well, you sure are being awfully forward, aren’t you? I’m not sure what to say…” Royce slid his arm back, brushing his fingers over Asher’s. This series of events had been entirely unexpected, and it was taking quite a toll on the scientist’s judgment.

 ”Honestly, I’m not quite sure if I’d like to be anyone’s number… well, anything.” Breaking eye contact with his friend, Royce looked down at his shoes and grimaced. “Nothing personal, you see, I simply like to keep things casual. I do hope that’s not an issue for you.”

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 ”I’m just…assuming that’s what you were getting at.” Asher blushed and for the first time in awhile felt like an idiot but simply looked away though his own fingers felt over Royce’s in the same manner. He hand nice fingers, long and slender, soft for someone like Royce. ”You’re not a number, no but…well I just don’t want Grant thinking something else…I mean…I feel so confused now.” He murmured shyly. “Stuck between two men I care about…all I want is to have you both…”

 ”I don’t want to lose either of you…”

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 Royce nodded, although he had a hard time taking Asher seriously, no matter how much he wanted to. "You always had a flare for the dramatic. I had no clue you felt like this, though, not even something close to this. I must say I am sorry about whatever you must be going through at the moment, it sounds rough, very rough."

 Trying to look sympathetic, Royce poked his friend lightly in the arm. "Sleep on it maybe? Oh, and talk to Grant about it, definitely do that. That's a conversation I'd rather not stick around for, though, I hope you understand... Oh, and if things fall through, that's alright, quite alright, no worries about it at all. I'm not all too invested in this, at least."

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 Royce took a long sip of his coffee, expression unchanging, although he smirked at the thought of sharing a shower with Asher. Surely, Grant wouldn’t be okay with that, and thus Royce wouldn’t either. Asher mustn’t have meant anything by it.

 ”I appreciate your concern, friend. It’s quite comforting, although I doubt that it is entirely deserved…” Royce sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. “Oh, it seems I remember why I don’t have one of these in my own space, now. I simply wouldn’t get any work done, none at all, these chairs are just so comfy, I… believe I would just…”

 Breathing in again, Royce relaxed fully, one hand on the cat, and the other loosely grasping the arm of the chair. It was like sitting in a cloudbank. Sitting back, Royce quickly flashed a genuine smile, and said, “… Fall asleep.”

 Royce sat back up again, taking another sip of his coffee. “You know, maybe that vacation would be a good idea, Asher. You seem to be filled with good ideas tonight, absolutely filled to the brim.”

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 ”Perhaps a nap and a bath would do you well.” Asher smiled lightly as the tired eyed Royce unwind on the red lounging couch, happy to seem him relax at least a little, though those black rings around the mans eyes were still disturbing him. “You can stay here and freshen up. I’ll cover for you and I’m sure Grant won’t mind. He’s wanted you to relax for some time now y’know. Better you rested then half dead in your lab.” 

 ”My concern is well placed. I should know. It’s my own concern and I don’t normally show it that much.” He frowned as he stared down at his cup. 

 Chuckling lightly he sipped his drink before giving the dozing scientist a wink. “Royce you know better. I always have good ideas. Why do you think I’m the head writer now here hmm?” Asher smiled at the purring cat on the raven haired lap. “Then it’s settled. You’re coming along with us. I’ll have your things prepped and your lab locked till we come back freshen up.”

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 "Thank you," Royce muttered, rubbing his eyes, "That's very..."

 Royce's eyes closed as his head fell back lightly against the back of his chair. He very quickly stood up again, grabbing his coffee and taking a huge gulp. Asher's cat had been pushed off to the floor, which did not seem to be making it very happy. Royce seemed to be almost embarrassed by that little moment of vulnerability. He was not one to sleep around others.

 "I'm sorry, I think I almost dozed off for a second there. I'm not sure if this coffee is helping much, or doing anything at all, actually. You'll have to forgive me if..." The scientist sat back down and pushed a lock of hair out of his face with his free hand.

 "Well, I suppose a little nap wouldn't be too awful, maybe quite peaceful, in fact. See you soon...?"

Royce was never one for goodbyes.

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"Well, you’re right, I’m certainly not arguing…" Royce lightly brushed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, half-smirking. "At least, for as long as Grant disapproves, and I doubt that he’ll ever stop. Not a problem, mind you, simply the way he is. That’s alright."

Royce gave a loud sigh and then slowly removed his hand from Asher’s shoulder. “I’m many things, but I am not an interfering man, oh no.”

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 Asher frowned as he stared into his friends grey gaze. He sighed softly and before Royce could retract his hand away completely, Asher took it by the wrist in a not too firm grip. “Royce I-…I mean…” He blushed and looked down, still holding the others wrist lightly in his palm. “P-Perhaps together we can sway Grant…? Maybe I don’t know…I love him so much…and you. You mean a lot to me too.” 

 ”Maybe…he would be open to a erm…well if you’re willing a…three way kinda thing. That way nobody is interfering with anyone else. Can we all not be happy with eachothers company? Is it truly a crime to…to have something for more than one man?”

 ”Grant will always be my number one Royce that I cannot change but…if you’re willing to share…” He blushed. “I should shut up now.”

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 "Well, you sure are being awfully forward, aren't you? I'm not sure what to say..." Royce slid his arm back, brushing his fingers over Asher's. This series of events had been entirely unexpected, and it was taking quite a toll on the scientist's judgment.

 "Honestly, I'm not quite sure if I'd like to be anyone's number... well, anything." Breaking eye contact with his friend, Royce looked down at his shoes and grimaced. "Nothing personal, you see, I simply like to keep things casual. I do hope that's not an issue for you."

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 "I’ll just have it black, thank you." Royce said, still not entirely aware of the cat sitting on his lap, and not totally aware . His disconnection from his surroundings was a bad habit, to say the least, and it was only getting worse with the rapidly increasing workload, as well as the rapidly decreasing amounts of sleep. Sometimes, he’d think he saw a snapshot out of the corner of his eye, only to turn around and see nothing there. He saw other things, too, when it got late. The coffee helped.

 "Thank you, by the way, for all of this, Asher." Royce began droning. "It’s nice, really nice, all this attention, not something I really get that often."

 Royce communicated with the Camerata mostly through OVC these days. It was faster and more convenient, at the price of more opportunities for human interaction. This was probably a good thing, though, considering how little he had been showering lately. Not enough time for things like that.

 Royce’s job wasn’t being a functional member of this awful, broken society anyway. He was damn good at his real job, and the others knew it, so they let him be.

 "So, how’s your job going? Your other job, I mean, the real one. Well, not all too real… Not real at all, maybe, I don’t know. Any interesting news, lately? I am simply awful, terrible at keeping up with the times these days, what with all the… stuff."

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 Asher nodded before fixing the coffee he had been making for the other. He turned on his heels to set it in front of him before taking his own, cream and all to the coffee table between the two lounging couches of Grant’s office. He smiled and took his seat opposite of the exhausted face scientist. “It’s nothing Royce, just trying to bring a friend some ease. I don’t need to have a keen eye of a writer to see how pitiful you kinda look right now. You’re tired and honestly, I’m a bit worried about your well being. Last thing I need to tell Grant is that his best friend worked himself to death. You need to take a break Roy and a bath.” He crinkled his nose playfully.

 ”Joking…okay not really, I may have to hold you down in Grant’s personal shower.” He chuckled lightly. “But in all truth Royce this isn’t healthy. You of such a brilliant mind are still human believe it or not. You still have to get out of that cave of yours once and awhile and live. We have plenty of time to deal with the oncoming projects but for right now everyone needs a break. Especially you and Grant.”

 Asher sighed, staring down at the cat whining for Royce’s attention before speaking up. “My job is fine. I’m fine. I’m never not fine. I’m not the person who needs to be worried about Royce.” The worry was obvious in the normally composed mans voice. 

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 Royce took a long sip of his coffee, expression unchanging, although he smirked at the thought of sharing a shower with Asher. Surely, Grant wouldn't be okay with that, and thus Royce wouldn't either. Asher mustn't have meant anything by it.

 "I appreciate your concern, friend. It's quite comforting, although I doubt that it is entirely deserved..." Royce sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. "Oh, it seems I remember why I don't have one of these in my own space, now. I simply wouldn't get any work done, none at all, these chairs are just so comfy, I... believe I would just..."

 Breathing in again, Royce relaxed fully, one hand on the cat, and the other loosely grasping the arm of the chair. It was like sitting in a cloudbank. Sitting back, Royce quickly flashed a genuine smile, and said, "... Fall asleep."

 Royce sat back up again, taking another sip of his coffee. "You know, maybe that vacation would be a good idea, Asher. You seem to be filled with good ideas tonight, absolutely filled to the brim."

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roycebracket replied to your post:What’s up with you and Royce?

heh.

 Asher blinked in confusion. “…What?”

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"Well, you're right, I'm certainly not arguing..." Royce lightly brushed his hand on his friend's shoulder, half-smirking. "At least, for as long as Grant disapproves, and I doubt that he'll ever stop. Not a problem, mind you, simply the way he is. That's alright."

Royce gave a loud sigh and then slowly removed his hand from Asher's shoulder. "I'm many things, but I am not an interfering man, oh no."