#cybugralph

[ask-heartbreaker-felix]

♥ ((sure I'll give it a go))

The topic of cybugs is always a touchy one around these parts, but from what I understand, this Ralph seems to be a respectable fellow.

I just wish I made more time to say hello more than the few times I have.

Just don’t tell him that he gets the jimminy to my jamminy, if’n you catch what I’m droppin’ here.

[ask-fairy-morgan]

Prom Niiiight!

Geeze, I always feel so… stuffy in a suit. Hope Morgan likes the flowers, I had to hunt around Sonic’s game to find ‘em and get them in one piece. I also kinda hope the night goes off without a hitch…

*Something like smooth mist drifted in front of Ralph's vision. It's Morgan, draped in a fine gossimer toga, flowing,trasparent fabric shimering in the moonlight. Her hair is strung with tiny pearls, and softly glowing white flowers.  She smiles softly.* You look very handsome, my Dear. 

[ask-fairy-morgan]

Confession

Confession: My muse confesses something to yours ask-fairy-morgan Ralph knew he had to tell her what happened to him; she’d already caught on that something with him had changed, that he was trying to protect her. But was he really protecting her from anything when the cybrid wasn’t sure he was any more or less harmful to her than he was before? It seemed rather silly, now that he thought about it. “Morgan,” He started, trying to find the words, “I… I just didn’t want you to worry about me. I always seem to get myself into a bind, and you always bust me out, and, for once…” He clenched his hands into loose fists and ducked his head. “I wanted to save myself. Maybe try and make it a good thing.” When he looked her in the eyes, he realized he wasn’t being very clear and took a deep breath. “Morgan… I’m a virus, now. The potentially game-destroying kind.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *Morgan stared as Ralph told her of these things.* ...You are saying, you are viral? You are sick? And, this disease has given you certain ablities? *Viruses in Morgan's world, computer or otherwise, were unsentient. They could cause a lot of damage, but were not untreatable.* I've had a few viruses myself, but they didn't react the same way yours has.

[ask-fairy-morgan]

Still...

*The air stank when the bubble surrounding a fairy and a cybrid girl rose out of the ocean waters. There was smoke, the scent of death. Renate had sensed pain, loss, humiliation...although, she wasn't sure who or what it was all coming from. She'd wanted to go with her mother...but, Morgan had told her to stay. From what her daughter had told her, this world was not friendly towards cybrids at the moment.

The fairy started her search at the castle: the place that had the most damage...his scent was thick there...as was madness, and death. 

What in the name of all the Realms had happened?

The fairy could not turn invisible, but she still had the skill of sliding through walls as though they were air. It took time, it took frustrating diligence...but, she found him. 

Deep in the bowels of the broken fortress. 

Renate had told her he was not in his right mind...he had gone wild. 

And, by the gods, what had happened to him?! He was chained, bound like a feral beast! 

Was he a beast now? Would he remember her?

Morgan stayed to shadows, phased halfway between the wall and his cell.*

Ralph? Do I still have your love? 

[nonsensology]

This is how I spent the last week of winter break...

Reading tons of WIR fanfictions and AU blogs...needless to say I was overly emotional for a while...

By the way, if any of yous like AU roleplays, ask-cybug-ralph and ask-sirralph are some very good ones. Go check 'em out!!

[vanirus]

[ask-cybug-ralph]

((You forgot Stretch Armstrong, Spikebutt. :P ))

You wish your arms stretched that much!

[ask-cybug-ralph]

Like your counterparts from other cabinets? Hate any?

In all honesty, I've only met two of my counterparts, both being very... Well, we're all unique in our own way. I like Pocket-Ralph, he still has our spunk despite his size.

As for hating any, well, I've only been around two days, but there is one Ralph that's rubbed me the wrong way...

In pure irony, they're the only Ralph's I've met, so it kinda works out.