#forchosen

[djsangos]

hey box torture guy i think your prisoner needs to eat

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@forchosen replied to your post “@forchosen replied to your post “@forchosen wanna...”:

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​what why. 😐🤨 i thought it would be a good chance to "train" more.

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@forchosen replied to your post “@forchosen wanna play a game?”:

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​you should run as far as you can without me seeing and i hunt you down until i find you! 😋

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You're not really sure why, but you feel a deep unending intrinsic need to annoy The Chosen One as she tries to sleep right now. Something about the situation is making you want to lash out in her direction in a way you struggle to place. So you open up youtube on the phone and turn on Technologic by Daft Punk and don't worry about whether or not the sound might wake her. You bob your head and sway on the couch where you had been sitting, humming to the tune. A song Green had kept you up with in the past.

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moment from our (@forchosen) current rp that i think are soooo cute. he WILL befriend her god damn it.

[blooscadoo]

You're brought back in the middle of the night much like Yellow was the night before, and much like him, you try to keep quiet as you squeeze back in. It was too dark to tell if any of them had stayed asleep but you don't want to wake them. You're light on your feet as you tip toe up to Yellow and sit down next to him, taking in a deep breath. Whatever they gave you made your body feel much better, which gave you clarity in your head you desperately needed.

Instead of curling up with Yellow though you pull your tablet over and open up the notes, writing down everything you've absorbed from your impromptu your of Rocket Corp. You tried to keep your eyes open for anything of importance as they walked you down to their tiny medical wing, but you really only had the mind to absorb things on the way back. There were breakrooms and a factory floor, and you swear you saw a garage like room that you could've sworn had more cages. You wonder if they'll ever put you in that one specifically, because to you, it almost seemed like the bright light emitting from the middle of that room could've been The Chosen Ones box. If you were able to figure out how to transfer yourself to that very room, you bet you'd have a better chance of getting everyone to talk.

You make sure to send your notes to The Chosen One, telling her about how you think you saw the room you think she might be held in. You don't know what to make of her being evil, you're not sure why she'd admit that to you so easily if she really were. Maybe she just got caught up in something, it's not like you haven't before. You find yourself sympathizing with her before you even know what she's done, but really... it can't be THAT bad.

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Agent is there with you when you sprout cat ears. She has little to no reaction but when does he ever? Instead, he silently adjusts his glasses, cocking his head to one side.

All hell breaks loose. Your first reaction is to try and yank them off with your hands but when that doesnt work you attempt to erase them with your magic eraser- it doesn't hurt like you expected it to, the eraser glides right through like it would a limb, but they pop right back up after a second or two. Fuck. Oh fuck. So people just have the ability to change your properties at will? Since when? When did that happen? Is it Noogai, is it because you have Chosen in your clutches? You point to the cube room, instructing Agent to go and call the other mercs while he's at it. Chosen will have to be okay with being sectioned off to her own little corner for a bit, as the two of you are quarentined into the cube.

Agent has been given full permission to begin to manipulate both of your ears. H8d first attempt comes as him attempting to resize them until they vanish. Which works. Until both your and Chosens ears pop back up like new. UGH!!!