Buy it, use it, break it, fix it

(RP blog for 79, an OC that's part of the Gaea'na verse and group)

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: Uh, I think I’ll eat my own. 

She digs through her pack until she finds the food, and carefully unwraps a single strip of fruit leather to chew on.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He… didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tilted her head, confused.

79: I didn’t mention fruit?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: okay but I also don’t know nuts or grains that chase people. I’m not so sure about fruits, y’know, some of them are weird as fuck.Have you seen the ones that grow a fur on their peel?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She frowned, frustrated.

79: I mean meat! I didn’t get to cook my own food.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Meat? He doesn’t really… Nothing associated with the word pings “food”. It frankly sounds pretty fucking gross. Food comes from trees or occassionally, fields, not things that can move on their own. Ew.

75-a: wat. who even eats dead things that sounds so fucking gross.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She shrugged uncomfortably. 

79: It’s gross but I have to cook it. I’m not allowed to eat the fruit and nuts.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He blinks again, confused.

75-a: hell fucking yes you are. The fuck else are you supposed to eat?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: There’s sugar gruel. I guess. I don’t really remember. 

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He… didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tilted her head, confused.

79: I didn’t mention fruit?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: okay but I also don’t know nuts or grains that chase people. I’m not so sure about fruits, y’know, some of them are weird as fuck.Have you seen the ones that grow a fur on their peel?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She frowned, frustrated.

79: I mean meat! I didn’t get to cook my own food.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Meat? He doesn’t really… Nothing associated with the word pings “food”. It frankly sounds pretty fucking gross. Food comes from trees or occassionally, fields, not things that can move on their own. Ew.

75-a: wat. who even eats dead things that sounds so fucking gross.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She shrugged uncomfortably. 

79: It’s gross but I have to cook it. I’m not allowed to eat the fruit and nuts.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He… didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tilted her head, confused.

79: I didn’t mention fruit?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: okay but I also don’t know nuts or grains that chase people. I’m not so sure about fruits, y’know, some of them are weird as fuck.Have you seen the ones that grow a fur on their peel?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She frowned, frustrated.

79: I mean meat! I didn’t get to cook my own food.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Scanner blinked. He… didn’t think food could chase anyone.

75-a: What the fuck kinda fruit do ya have to outrun?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tilted her head, confused.

79: I didn’t mention fruit?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

He snickered, drawing the blanket closer around his shoulders.

75-a: Dunno, yet, I think I’ll search for that ugly ass grey dude again, see what he found. You make a compelling argument, You’ll be allowed to stick around if you tell me what the fuck an animal is.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She thinks, pulling a face.

79: Something you eat.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Scanner @ Crawler’s Den, apparently. Was dumped here a bit ago.

He shrugged, stretching his legs out in front of him. He vaguely wondered if he could steal 79′s shit and ditch her before finding Diamond again. He kind of lacked a weapon to do it, though, so he’d have to find a good opportunity. On the other hand she’d said something about a headache. Hm.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I got here today. Weird place. Where are you going? If you take me along you just have to outrun me, not any dangerous animals.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

75-a: Fuck if I know. S’loud, mostly. Who’re you?

He sat down across from them, the entire path between them and stared. Their eyes were making something itch, in his brain, but he couldn’t really sort out what.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She just points to the plate with her designation on it in reply.

79: At least you talk with your brain like a NORMAL person. Who’re you?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79: I’ve got a fucking headache. You? 

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Outskirts of Koh

Splitting up was a stupid idea. The town was buzzing just behind his back and it was incredibly distracting without someone actually in front of him to distract himself. Didn’t matter now. He’d just explore this part of town and the forest just beyond it and then annoy the ever loving shit out of the only guy he knew here.

He was still clinging to his bag, the blanket now loosely draped over his shoulders. Hm. If he just walked straight into the forest (apparently), would he find his way back? … Well if he was lucky nowhere else close was a buzzing cluster of sensation, that was… pretty much his only way to navigate right now.

He peered into the darkness below the trees, Did he see something just now?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79 was curled up below a tree, trying to get a grip on herself. There had been too many people in the city, too much pressing on her. Now that she was out in the woods, though, she had the space in her head to realize how in over her head she was. She knew her name, she thought, she knew her job, she knew how to bake a loaf of bread and make a vat of pasta, but that was all she knew. She didn’t think she liked not knowing things. With a shudder, she drew her bag closer, glaring out at whoever was walking past.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

… huh. That person looked a lot like the bodies (corpses) he vaguely remembered. Except kind of lacking a bunch of holes. He liked them better without splashes of green everywhere. 

Right, right. He should probably say something… maybe? And hope they wouldn’t attempt to take his stuff or bite him or whatever.

He pinged in their direction, approaching very, very slowly. 

75-a: ?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

She tensed up, but the approaching person wasn’t startling her, at the least. And as weird as everyone else was, it was good to see someone normal and safe-looking. She should greet them.

79: Your legs make you look like an asshole.

Nailed it.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Outskirts of Koh

Splitting up was a stupid idea. The town was buzzing just behind his back and it was incredibly distracting without someone actually in front of him to distract himself. Didn’t matter now. He’d just explore this part of town and the forest just beyond it and then annoy the ever loving shit out of the only guy he knew here.

He was still clinging to his bag, the blanket now loosely draped over his shoulders. Hm. If he just walked straight into the forest (apparently), would he find his way back? … Well if he was lucky nowhere else close was a buzzing cluster of sensation, that was… pretty much his only way to navigate right now.

He peered into the darkness below the trees, Did he see something just now?

[seventynineproblems-blog]

79 was curled up below a tree, trying to get a grip on herself. There had been too many people in the city, too much pressing on her. Now that she was out in the woods, though, she had the space in her head to realize how in over her head she was. She knew her name, she thought, she knew her job, she knew how to bake a loaf of bread and make a vat of pasta, but that was all she knew. She didn’t think she liked not knowing things. With a shudder, she drew her bag closer, glaring out at whoever was walking past.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

@ourcybertronicears

Test, test, test. What’s up, buttercup!

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Well not you, considering how short you are 

[seventynineproblems-blog]

You’re going to break those ridiculous legs of yours, and I’m going to laugh.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

If I do I’ll just walk on my hands and beat people up with my legs. It’s a foolproof plan. It will work, you’ll see.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

But… how can it be a foolproof plan, Scanner, when you’re the fool who’s having it? :(

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

did I say foolproof I meant fool-proved, because I may be a fool but I am gonna prove that being tall > being cute.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

:o You said I’m cute! But I’m sorry, you’re too freakishly tall for me. You almost look human with those legs!

[seventynineproblems-blog]

@ourcybertronicears

Test, test, test. What’s up, buttercup!

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Well not you, considering how short you are 

[seventynineproblems-blog]

You’re going to break those ridiculous legs of yours, and I’m going to laugh.

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

If I do I’ll just walk on my hands and beat people up with my legs. It’s a foolproof plan. It will work, you’ll see.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

But... how can it be a foolproof plan, Scanner, when you’re the fool who’s having it? :(

[seventynineproblems-blog]

@ourcybertronicears

Test, test, test. What’s up, buttercup!

[ourcybertronicears-blog]

Well not you, considering how short you are 

[seventynineproblems-blog]

You’re going to break those ridiculous legs of yours, and I’m going to laugh.

[seventynineproblems-blog]

@ourcybertronicears

Test, test, test. What’s up, buttercup!