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[kiramoonrabbit]

KaiNet profiles: Shoyu's turn!

Now you all get to see what I made the medals for!

[kiramoonrabbit]

medals i drummed up using official art and sprites plus my own editing wizardry! I've posted some of the components on their own before, but here's the complete medals.

Names of the fellows under the cut

left to right, by column, we have:

"Shoyu" the Thurston | Doople the Doppelnyan

Coffee the Komajiro | Cookie the Komasan

Hernest the Herbiboy | Timibold the Beelzebold | Melly the Completely Normal Frostina

[kiramoonrabbit]

council (single ykw mutual) has spoken. abandon all hope all ye who go under the cut. (so that all dashboards arent eaten alive in case it comes to that.)

but before the cut. i will say only one of them have names thus far. also they're all really goofy; ive had them since i was like. idk. 12-15, somewhere in that range.

starting with the named fella. "timibold." the concept is quite simple: beelzebold but still quite timid. he's also the only one with a unique design: he still has droopy horns like timidevil does. describing personalities is never my strong suit (i prefer just writing stories and letting people i show 'em work from there) but i'll try: timibold is kind of the nervous wreck type. but also the most... innovative? he tends to have "the ideas." (most innovative in comparison to...? please stay tuned.)

these next two are kind of a "do not separate them" type dynamic duo. collectively they are known as the jailbirds as you will see shortly. they, typically, are let out of jail for reasons depending on the iteration of the story.

firstly we have doppelnyan. yes, the yo-criminal recolor of jibanyan. he was put in jail for doodling on historical figures as was his crime in ykw1. he talks with this joisey accent. he's the smarter of the jailbird duo, and the optimist. probably the only -nyan who enjoys fish more than chocobars. and he is the more irritable one....

nextly we have shutendoji/thurston; im more used to shutendoji, because i got into ykw when the first game was freshly released in english and loooooong before ykw3 was even a thing, let alone playable in english, but for consistency's sake (the shadowside one exists after all) i'll stick with thurston. his crime, in keeping with how silly all yo-crime is, is spilling soup on the lap of the illustrious lord enma. he was my very first himbo character. the prototype for butter, to those that means anything to. kind of deeply philosophical, though. less likely to look on the bright side.

there are many more ocs that were less characters and more background guys, but i still think they matter, so we'll take em in a lightning round: the electric toothbrush orchestra (a band that consisted of benzaiten and rongo swirll), an irritable high gnomey who sold anything and everything ring-shaped, a shogunyan who is trigger-happy with arrests, a sgt./marshal (forget which stage...) burly with a russian accent who oversaw the blasters association and also jail, a wydeawake with a magic button that drove him crazy, and a pair of koma knomads who each ran a newspaper (the weekly wisp) and a thrift shop (charming creatures).

this is an aside, but there's a well-hidden sidequest in 1 that you get by failing one of the gate trials leading up to mckraken. where you have to find the right grubsnitch to escape. not only do all these grubsnitch have their own names, they also have different personalities (one that even contradicts grubsnitch's nature as a snacker) and one's even a girl... i think about that sidequest a lot. doesnt stop me from forgetting to name all my yokai watch OCs...

back to the topic. i do also have a fan blasters group that i call "the swirlies." i now realize that sounds like a toilet torture nexus group. its not that. timibold is in it, as are the jailbirds. the leader is ostensibly a komasan, but a komajiro is the more assertive of the two who does all the decisionmaking. and there's also an herbiboy in there too; one who's kind of quirky but in less of an outgoing way and more of a "what on earth are all these obscure hobbies" way.

and thats all i can think of regarding any and all ykw ocs i have... some of them could be touched up if i felt like it (ive been leaving them to the heavy wayside because of how all consuming projmoon was/still kinda is). hell now that i've gotten thinking about it i might. first time ive ever openly discussed 'em and now im giddy about it.

[kiramoonrabbit]

reminding everyone about my funny lobcorp OCs... just the important bits. you can tell which of these i started with and which of these i ended with. wanted these to look like a notebook full of stickers but i FORGOT THE OUTLINES ON HALF OF THEM!!!!

there are more than this scant smattering but im tired. please send asks about them. i can elaborate about them better if i have a place to start...

[kiramoonrabbit]

so im starting to see the issues of doing all my writing exclusively in notepad... regardless. enjoy this. its fanfiction(???)

specifically! The Swirlies Go Interrogate The Leader Of Organized Crime In BBQ.

[Scene: Swirlies HQ.]

[Cookie is packing a wide and strange array of objects into his bag. A plunger… A barbecue fork… A spool of fishing twine….]

[Coffee, for once, is relaxing in front of the TV next to Hernest, who is ostensibly doing some kind of project on his laptop. Coffee does not look away as he says--]

COFFEE: "Bro, what's the fussin' for?"

COOKIE: "Oh, uh! …Me n' some of the gang are gonna be doin' our first interrogation, an' I dunno what to bring… so I'm jus' bringin' it all."

[Timibold, from the dining room, spits out his drink.]

TIMIBOLD: "E-erm… Cookie… Then… uh… then, why are… why are you bringing a… a-a p-p-plunger…?"

COOKIE: "S-see?! I jus' don't know what you use for one'a these!!!

HERNEST: "Torture implements, typically. Most modern ones forgo that, though."

COFFEE: "Who we interrogatin' anyway?"

[Melly hops down from upstairs.]

MELLY: "Ghoulfather! 'Cus last Terror Time we found those funny Ghoulies skulking around! Not normal."

[Coffee's eyes bug out of his head.]

COFFEE: "THE Ghoulfather?!"

TIMIBOLD: "M-m-m-my… m-my thoughts e-e-exactly…!"

COOKIE: "We ain't got no other leads on the Terror Time upticks! Plus, ain't part of the reason these Terror Times are so funny is 'cuz they're happenin' in BBQ, too?"

COFFEE: "They could be happenin' in CLUVIA fer all I care…! Ain't no way yer marchin' up to the Ghoulfather's doorstep fer no reason…!!!!"

MELLY: "But we haaaaave a reason, doofus."

[Coffee leaps from the couch. Hernest nearby barely reacts.]

COFFEE: "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEEEAN!!!"

[Shoyu and Dooplecat's turn to march downstairs. Dooplecat has cucumber slices over his eyes, he's so tired.]

DOOPLECAT: "Whuzzis about a Toolfather… nyan…"

HERNEST: "Ghoulfather. Kingpin of organized crime in BBQ and Neo Youmakai. …FORMER, kingpin."

DOOPLECAT: "…Was that a guy who went bada-bing?"

MELLY: "Yup, that was the word he loved!"

SHOYU: "Mannnnnn… I HATED that guy."

DOOPLECAT: "Yea, there's only so myany times you can hear 'bout UFOs and stuff in a century before it starts melding together, nya…"

[The whole room turns to look at Shoyu and Dooplecat.]

DOOPLECAT: "…I get the feeling we just said somethin' funny again…"

TIMIBOLD: "A-a-a-a-are you… are you… a-a-a-a-a… are… a-a-a-are you--"

COFFEE: "ARE YOU IMPLYIN' YOU FELLAS KNEW THE FREAKIN' GHOULFATHER?!"

[Coffee shouts so loud he screams the cucumbers and also the mask right off Dooplecat and Shoyu.]

DOOPLECAT: "Myeek! Nyot intimately, sheesh! He was the guy next mat over!"

SHOYU: "As if just living next to each other makes you friends… Blizzie and Denden are living proof…"

TIMIBOLD: "I-I-I-I mean… u-um… if… if he w-w-was, spilling his… s-s-spilling his heart out… l-like that… You m-must have… must have… um, m-must have done something. U-um, to make him l-like you, I mean."

HERNEST: "Tracks, with the type of guy he is."

SHOYU: "…Repeatedly rambling to us about aliens is opening his heart…?"

MELLY: "Let's save that conversation for later. Cookie, put away the torture implements! We don't need 'em!"

[Cookie, who completely tuned this conversation out, looks to Melly, carrying an armful of… Italian cuisine implements.]

TIMIBOLD: "…U-u-um… how is… how are pasta noodles… t-torture implements…?"

COOKIE: "…I was gonna make spaghetti wrong in front of 'im…"

MELLY: "Silly Cookie! Spaghetti-with-meatballs is more of a BBQ thing anyway! That's like trying to make a leprechaun mad by drinking a Shamrock Shake!"

TIMIBOLD: "N-no, I… I think… I think they have the r-r-right idea…"

COOKIE: "Well, okay then!"

[Cookie drops all the stuff on the floor.]

COOKIE: "Bro, c'mon, you gotta drive us to the Infinite Inferno!"

COFFEE: "WHA-HUH?!"

[Coffee blinks incredulously.]

COFFEE: "W-w-weren't you goin' 'with some other guys?!'"

COOKIE: "Yea, an' one of em was gonna be you!"

COFFEE: "N-n-n-nuh-uh! WWYW is on in 10 minutes! It's The King Of Blood-Sweat-And-Tears versus Iridescent Downswing! I have been waitin' ALL MONTH for this one!"

HERNEST: "I can tape it for you."

COFFEE: "That ain't the SAME as seein' it as it happens…!"

MELLY: "Oh well! Doople, you drive."

DOOPLECAT: "EHEHEHEHE!!!!!"

COFFEE: "HE IS NOT LAYIN' A PAW ON THAT STEERIN' WHEEL!!!"

[Coffee immediately dashes out the door, leaving a comical Coffee-shaped puff behind.]

DOOPLECAT: "…Aw."

MELLY: "One day, Doople… one day…"

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[Cut to a room in the Infinite Inferno…]

DOOPLECAT: "…Right, right… No snark, got it…"

TIMIBOLD: "A-a-a-and if he s-s-starts…. if he… i-i-if he starts… talking about a-a-a-aliens…!"

SHOYU: "…Be gentle about getting back on track, yeah, yeah…"

DOOPLECAT: "Why do we even gotta worry about bein polite to a crime boss, nyanyway…?"

TIMIBOLD: "I-I-I-I-IT'S ABOUT THE F-F-F-F-F-FACT-- HE'S A-- HE'S-- HE-- HE'S--HE--HE--"

MELLY: "He's a crime boss! Timmy's worried if we're rude we might get Ghoulies on our doorsteps."

TIMIBOLD: "WORSEORORORWORSEORWORSE!!!!!!"

COOKIE: "N-n-now now, you two…! J-j-j-jus' c-c-c-cus he's… he's… he's a real powerful g-g-guy… don't mean nothin' a-a-a-about how nice we g-g-g-gotta treat 'im…!"

COFFEE: "S-s-s-says… says… the one… q-q-q-q-quakin' in his b-b-b-boots…!"

MELLY: "…Y'know what, I think you three can just stay out here."

[Cookie and Timibold both exhale in relief. Coffee pretends to stifle a yawn to do the same.]

MELLY: "Tell Bison Bully I say hi~! Okay, Team Crime, let's get in there."

[Melly opens a sliding door and gestures for Shoyu and Doople to walk in. And so they do.]

[It would appear an interrogation room has been set up. Or… an interrogation-floating-mat. Really, what's the difference when talking Infinite Inferno?]

[And who else would it be sitting at the back? He's not even chained or anything.]

THE GHOULFATHER: "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in…"

DOOPLECAT: "Did you take one look'it me and immediately decide to make a cat-dragged-in joke? Whadda joik, nya."

MELLY: "Now, now, Mr. Ghoulfather, I'm sure you'd prefer this to… whatever the heck Cookie was planning."

SHOYU: "Melly, I'm sure that breaking spaghetti wouldn't--"

[The Ghoulfather winces.]

[…Shoyu blinks.]

SHOYU: "…Okay."

[He then clears his throat.]

SHOYU: "So… uh… Ghoulfather. How… aware of stuff outside the Inferno are you?"

THE GHOULFATHER: "…I have contacts. Sporadic contacts… but contacts. Why do ya ask?"

SHOYU: "Are you aware of the--"

MELLY: "Was it YOU behind the mysterious Ghoulie outbreak during February 15th's Terror Time?!"

[Melly points decisively. Shoyu facepalms.]

SHOYU: "…I was going to build up to that…"

THE GHOULFATHER: "…The WHA?"

MELLY: "February! 15th! Terror Time that day had a mysteeeeerious outcry of 'baa-bings!' and 'buddabings.' and all the rest, and when we got there! It was Ghoulie central! You're the head of the Ghoulfamily! What gives?!"

[The Ghoulfather stands up and glowers at Melly; he is MUCH taller than even Shoyu.]

THE GHOULFATHER: "And WHY do ya think I could mobilize my men IN JAIL?! For all I know those fellas went out an' started an ice cream shop without me!"

MELLY: "They coulda been trying to get you outta here!"

THE GHOULFATHER: "You little--! OBVIOUSLY, dat didn't work!"

MELLY: "WE--"

[Shoyu puts his hand on Melly's head. They completely freeze.]

DOOPLECAT: "So much for bein' nice to the Ghoulfather… Ahem!"

[Doople smiles nervously at the Ghoulfather.]

DOOPLECAT: "Let's put this a lil' differently, nya. Have any'a your 'contacts' said or done anythin' weird on or around Febbery 15th?"

[The Ghoulfather narrows his eyes.]

DOOPLECAT: "…I take it that's a no?"

THE GHOULFATHER: "…Gimmie one reason I shouldn't clean your clocks."

DOOPLECAT: "B-because…!"

SHOYU: "…We have a bunch of the issues of 'Fancy That!' that you missed."

[And with that, the Ghoulfather lights up like a Christmas tree.]

THE GHOULFATHER: "REALLY?"

[Shoyu takes out Issue 100.]

[Dooplecat sputters.]

DOOPLECAT: "…Where did you get that?"

SHOYU: "Hernest gets like 5 copies of every issue. I figured he wouldn't mind having 4 of a couple of them."

DOOPLECAT: "He's--?! Y'know what, nyever mind."

[Dooplecat turns to The Ghoulfather again.]

DOOPLECAT: "If you tell us honestly what you knyow surroundin' the events of Febbery 15th, we'll… well, we'll see what we can do about bein' your Fancy That suppliers, kapeesh?"

SHOYU: "W-wait. Isn't that--"

[Dooplecat mimes shushing to Shoyu. Amusingly, so does the Ghoulfather.]

SHOYU: "…Y'know, in a world where you can go to jail for what I did, fine. General Steiner deserves to have a little egg on his face anyway."

[Shoyu sighs and passes Issue 100 to the Ghoulfather.]

SHOYU: "We'll give you, like, 30 minutes to read that before coming back."

THE GHOULFATHER: "EEE!!! Er…! I mean…! Very well….!"

[Team Crime leaves The Ghoulfather to his magazine.]

[T'is only now that Shoyu lifts his hand from Melly's head.]

MELLY: "-LL THEN-- oh, we're already done?"

TIMIBOLD: "H-H-H-H-HOW?!"

DOOPLECAT: "Nyot done yet."

SHOYU: "We bribed him with one of Hernest's magazines."

TIMIBOLD: "…What?"

COOKIE: "Ooooooh, I don't think Hernest is gonna like that…!"

COFFEE: "Or the Inferno folks…!"

SHOYU: "Well, what are they gonna do? Send us to jail AGAIN?"

COFFEE: "…W-wait, then, if The Ghoulfather is a criminal in BBQ, why's he in a joint made for Springdale criminals, anyway…?"

MELLY: "Ask that to Mass Mutterer…"

SHOYU: "Little hypocrite Melly here did get us one thing, though: he wasn't behind the Ghoulie outbreak. At least, definitely not directly."

COFFEE: "Don't change the subject…!"

COOKIE: "Uh, but this'n's what we even came here for…"

DOOPLECAT: "He's got contacts, though! We gotta be askin' about the contacts, nya!"

TIMIBOLD: "H-h-h-hey, shouldn't we… um… w-w-w-warn Bison Bully, o-o-or General Steiner… about that…?"

SHOYU: "……."

DOOPLECAT: "Don't be a narc."

TIMIBOLD: "B-b-b-but--"

DOOPLECAT & SHOYU: "DON'T. Be a NARC."

TIMIBOLD: "EEEP! Okay! O-o-o-okay!"

MELLY: "…Wait, why did we even leave in the first place?"

DOOPLECAT: "This is his first Fancy That in, what, 20 years? We gotta let the man read his myagazine in peace, nya."

SHOYU: "And after that dogwater interrogation, Melly, YOU are NOT going back in there."

MELLY: "…Hehehe… Sorry, I got excited…"

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[Cut to roughly 30 minutes later…]

[We're back in the interrogation-room-mat. Shoyu and Dooplecat are back…]

DOOPLECAT: "…I wasn't aware dey found Elvis Nyasada alive in a bunker, either."

THE GHOULFATHER: "I KNEW IT! I KNEW HE WASN'T DEAD!!!"

SHOYU: "…That was interesting and all, but we do kind of have a crime to investigate."

THE GHOULFATHER: "…Right. Right…"

[The Ghoulfather straightens his tie.]

THE GHOULFATHER: "February 15th. Ghoulies outbreak. What do I know dat might correlate ta that…"

SHOYU: "It was during a Terror Time, if it helps. Over at Blossom Heights."

THE GHOULFATHER: "Terror Time, Terror Time… AHA. So, you fellas have been outta the slammer for a while, right? So have ya heard of Sidetrack Street?"

DOOPLECAT: "Er… Someone I know does reviews of restaurants there, nya…"

THE GHOULFATHER: "It's a carnival all year 'round there. It's called such 'cuz it's easy to lose track of why you went. Me 'n the boys used'ta frequent this one joint there… Flower View Fishery. Had enough different dishes and enough room to satisfy everyone, yeah?"

DOOPLECAT: "Ya-huh, ya-huh…"

SHOYU: "…What does this have to do with the situation…?"

THE GHOULFATHER: "I'm GETTIN' THERE. …Well, I was also buddy-buddy with the owner. He showed up on the 13th. Asked me a few questions about why I stopped comin', and left almost as soon as he came."

SHOYU: "…Huh."

THE GHOULFATHER: "The fact he used the same channels as the rest of my sources tells me the fella wasn't always on the legal side of the law. Maybe still ain't."

DOOPLECAT: "Huh. So maybe, then, he hired a buncha your guys to cause trouble?"

THE GHOULFATHER: "Wouldn't put it past 'im! Part of why we were buds was that he wasn't afraid ta take opportunites."

SHOYU: "That's definitely more than what we had, yeah. Do you know the guy's name?"

THE GHOULFATHER: "……………."

DOOPLECAT: "…………I take dat as a no."

[The Ghoulfather collapses to his knees in despair…]

THE GHOULFATHER: "What kinda guy forgets the name of someone he talks with on the regular?!"

SHOYU: "Look, uh, Ghoulfather, that's a classic mistake. We'll be able to find the place."

DOOPLECAT: "Assumin' we don't get sidetracked on Sidetrack Street!"

SHOYU: "Uh… y-yeah."

THE GHOULFATHER: "I ain't supposed to be the type of guy to make those mistakes!!!"

[…Dooplecat and Shoyu look at each other.]

DOOPLECAT: "…We'll leave ya to yer breakdown."

SHOYU: "Oh, and here's the rest of the Fancy That, as promised."

[Shoyu takes out a gigantic stack of Fancy That issues and leaves them for the Ghoulfather to take as the duo make their leave…]

[kiramoonrabbit]

small swirlies update. i havent yet written it but i know how fooplecat and shoyu's first meeting (aka: when dooplecat is first thrown in the slammer) goes.

shoyu intimidates dooplecat at first, before he learns shoyu's pretty much harmless. so when they get out of jail and can do whatever, shoyu starts doing and saying shit to piss dooplecat off, but like. in a "friend told a terrible pun" way.

something about like... being funny makes it harder to fear you or something.

[kiramoonrabbit]

disconnected chunks or sumthin about what parasitic armaments even are and why they exist, but specifically why they exist in like a technical sense and not a story sense (under a cut in case it gets lengthy)

so for personal reasons i peeled HARD away from lobotomy corporation oc making like 2 months ago. im still washing off metaphorical grime from my view of projmoon cus of that. either way at first it was a REALLY messy split. im still banging out the dents in how to differentiate Lob Corp from ORAE. one of those dents was ego equipment.

a lot of plot beats in bbd (blahblahdummy) relied on ego. manifesting it, having it, stealing it. to wit:

ayehop stealing a suit she was not prepared for and corroding it constantly (in a pre-limbus world where i played toys with it)

dizzy manifesting ego

constance's ego weapon being alive and having his arc sewn at the hip to blue star

voice's entire gimmick/powerset relying on the properties of ego equipment

tony's was just stuck to him

at least two other manifestations for characters ive never mentioned before even on my old blog(s)

so, in order to not have to redo the entiiiire thing from scratch, i needed some kind of concept to replace ego. it needed to be able to fill a similar narrative niche, but not, like, be EGO (JUMPS) 2!!!!

and then after banging my head against a wall for 5 days i had this really sick like. i dont fucken know. vision, of a daydream. and i had my answer. it really is that one brian david gilbert image where its like, i get my ideas like visions from a angry god.

so what a parasitic armament is at its core is an object that picks its owner. specifically by testing them somehow. they're called "parasitic" because some of them can like, fuse to your skin or replace organs, but they run a gamut on how alive they are.

a big fundamental on how i want to handle them is to keep them as mysterious as possible. there are multiple parties making them, but which one is making them "the right way" or "how they are usually made" is never to be revealed; hell, all of them could be doing it "wrong." some parasitic armaments obviously were once people, or at least contain a person's mind, but it is purposefully unclear if that's how it *always* is or it's just a thing that happens sometimes. so on so forth.

maybe i sound pretentious saying that... but a part of why i ran from projmoon is, i had this friend who needed everything in a given story to have an explanation, and made their own explanations that went WAY against the spirit of the thing re: literally everything about projmoon, and it got really really exhausting and restricting really fast. so thats a big motivation as to why PAs are the way they are.

anyway back to the point of the post. ...well i lost the rest actually. readers of this post, call in and say what you think. did kira "susie and funybun too" moonrabbit succeed in the goal of making NOT Ego 2 but a thing that is more unique? and more importantly, going back and reading the list of current PAs, are they cool?

[kiramoonrabbit]

still got 0 idea how to format any orae infodumps properly BUT. here is a list of the parasitic armaments ive invented so far boiled down to like the barest basics. they each have two names, the one the character gave it and a snappy joke title that sums them up nicely

THALASSA'S P.A: BELLAMY / "THE ANCHOR OF WORK SMARTER NOT HARDER"

anchor that changes size and weight and has an infinitely extending chain. to use it you have to prove your determination in finding solutions to things. the more creatively it's used, the stronger it gets; conversely if you use it for nothing but brute force it will cease responding to you and become a dead weight

TERRENCE'S P.A: MY GUIDANCE / "VAGUELY HORNY ROPE"

rope that leads you places. terrence mistook the life-or-death test to wield it for flirting. he hasnt unpacked that yet.

DIZZY'S P.A: THORNS OF REMEMBRANCE / "ROSES THAT LIVE IN YOU"

roses that replace your circulatory system. spikey and pokey! also swordable.

SANTA CLAUS: SANTA'S MAGIC BAG / "JESUS CHRIST, OKAY, WE'RE GOING THE CRYPTOSANTA ROUTE"

magic bag. very santa-like in that it will produce perfect gifts. allows you to play santa perfectly! it has taken over someone's body and completely transformed them into santa claus. this isnt a common thing; whoever it was just did something so horrifying that santa bag saw fit to do that. its a part of the scare factor, for lack of a better term, to imagine just what happened that he saw fit to do that.

CONSTANCE'S P.A: THE LAYTIONS / POP BLUE ENSEMBLE / "A CULT YOU CAN WEAR"

yuuuuuuuup. blue star and three followers. but theyre articles of clothing. still working out the kinks here.

TONY'S P.A: DING DONG THE BITCH IS DEAD (DING DONG FOR SHORT) / "BELL FROM KIRBY, BUT ANGRIER"

big bell on a rope you use like a bludgeon. deals out big swings with strength equal to clenched grudges, but is like a squeaky toy to those for whom your animosity is outwardly evident. incidentally this thing is actually a net nerf for tony because of this because if he's hiding his grudges he's usually not gonna turn the thing on you anyway. not that he minds. it can also be hidden under like bell in kirby too. yuuuup. does counterattacks.