#bitsandparts

[scatterpatter]

Henry: "This... sure ain't the studio."

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[clockworkkid]

Re-run River ( CLOSED)

Another day, another escaped convict, this time in an eerily familiar forest. Sam had been tracking this guy down for days and was close to his goal. A rapid chase had just taken place but after all that work, the convict know as Jimmy the rat slips through his fingers again. Sam slumps to his knees at a all to familiar river, staring at his reflection in the water.

[hesouttahere]

(( Continued from here; @bitsandparts ))

Wally closed his eyes as the cacophony of sound assaulted his ears. He could barely make out what the creature was trying to say, though the panic settling over his shoulders like a frigid shawl didn’t do anything to help him. Something about hiding? He continued to back away until the back of his legs hit his water bucket, nearly knocking it over and gasping loudly in shock.

“Wh-what do you want?” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

He couldn’t help but wonder why the thing hadn’t attacked yet. After all, the only thing he had to defend himself was his own brute strength, and a mop that would likely snap after one hit. Was it even aggressive...? It seemed more keen on hiding than anything else...

[mikeythefollower]

((This is going to go SO well)) Chimera is holding on tight to a wood plank exploring again. She doesn't like this place, but something in her head keeps making her want to come back, likely the Searcher part. Of course, she didn't expect to find what she's about to find...

To one point. To the next point. With ink from his finger, Mikey traced what was beginning to shape into an upside down star inside an inked circle. He had almost completed the star, but the sound of movement distracted him from his task.

That couldn’t be the Prophet, Mikey knew he was busy in his sanctuary. And it didn’t sound like the ink creatures that arise from the puddles that cover the studio’s floor.

He left the unfinished pentagram to find out who or what moved down here, and was surprised to find a creature of mismatched parts. It didn’t look like a toon, nor a human, but it was someone new. It was a long time since he’s saw anyone else, so he greeted the newcomer eagerly. “Hey there!”

[curiositydragon]

@bitsandparts (formerly toonpichu) is roleplaying a new muse. This is Chimera, someone who gains a piece of personality and appearance from every character it meets. So far they've got red eyes, short wings, a robot arm (which I was unsure how to draw), a love for sweets, excitement, and determination. If you're into roleplaying I think you should visit them. I think the mun's looking for some to rp with! :D

[mikeythefollower]

"Good news, you have a new lord!" Oh hey, evil!Chimera's here now.

Mikey seems a little focused on trying to get this loud monkey toy to stop banging its toy symbols together. He misheard what the small, familiar looking creature had said. “You have good news about our Lord?” Any excitement was replaced with annoyance as he can’t seem to stop the noisemaker in his hands.

[hesouttahere]

[Eversion M!A on my side, this is the Nightmare good half] Whatever creature just broke in here, it's not human... Or anything for that matter... Despite being huge compared to Wally, it quickly moves past him and 'hides' behind him under a chair. This isn't a very effective hiding spot but it isn't moving from there.

Wally found himself zoning out as he cleaned, his mind barely focused on what exactly he was mopping up. Some coffee or soda of some kind--either way, it was a bit sticky. He heaved a sigh as he went to wring out his mop again, though he soon froze in his tracks as something strange was caught in his peripheral. 

Clinging the mop handle in both of his hands, Wally’s eyes widened as he spun around, sending droplets of soapy water everywhere as he held the mop as if it were some sort of weapon.

“Who’s there?!” he barked, “Look, the studio’s closed! We ain’t takin’ tours right--” he chokes on his words as his eyes land upon the creature that had just entered. He took a few steps back--that wasn’t a toon.

[hesouttahere]

(( Closed starter for @bitsandparts ))

Break time was a heaven-sent blessing, no matter what kind of job you worked. Of course, being able to take a bit of time off was all the better when you found yourself hating your job more often than naught. Cleaning up after humans was one thing. Cleaning up after toons was another--but cleaning up after humans and toons? A nightmare. One that no one else wanted to take on as their job, leaving Wally with all of the grunt work.

He came here to be a performer, not a custodian! So much for dreams coming true... His were only half fulfilled, it seemed.

Trudging along a park path, Wally made his way to find a quiet spot to eat his lunch along the river bank. Eventually locating a spot, he plopped down on the grass, threw his lunch at his side, and leaned back against the ground. Placing both hands against his face, he rubbed at his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair and groaned in frustration. 

With a long and exaggerated sigh, the man eventually placed one hand behind his head, the other on his chest. He watched the river for a moment, eventually taking note of someone by the bank. Looked to be some sort of toon? Though it wasn’t one that he had ever seen before. He sat up and stared at them for a moment, a bit curious. Despite his opinions on cleaning for them, Wally didn’t mind toons in the slightest. 

Scooting a bit closer Wally spoke up, “Hey, how’s it goin’?” he started.