#loopadoop

[loopadoop]

> "Wonder what they're drawing... ('Talk' with the Drawing Kid.)"

(They are the closest right now, so might as well start local.)

(You walk up to the Drawing Kid, and you two exchange a hand wave greeting. They're laying on the ground, pencil in hand and a few sheets of paper in front of them. Seems they're putting the finishing touches on one drawing.)

(... It's Stardust.)

Say, That looks like one of the saviors. I'd say that captures them really well.

(The kid seems happy from your comment, and sorts through their other drawing to show you another one.)

(Not as chipper as that last one, but you can tell why that would be.)

My, that's quite the frightening depiction of the king. I'm sure even he'd tuck tail if he saw your spitting image of him.

(The kid is beaming from your comments, a wide smile on their face. Certainly feels better to actually share how you think about their works. Hm...)

Do you happen have a drawing of the other saviors? I only recall how two of them look beyond housemaiden Mirabelle, and I'm sure a your renditions would be more than perfect for jogging my memory.

(The kid enthusiastically nods, and sorts through their drawings again before pulling yet another one out and showing it to you.)

(Yep, that's certainly them.)

Wow, you got their likenesses down pact. It's like the genuine articles are right on the page.

(The kid flashes another smile, and holds the paper out flat before gesturing it towards you.)

Oh? Do you want me to have this drawing?

(The kid once again nods yes.)

Well, it'd be rude of me to turn down your kind offer. Thank you ever so kindly.

(You lightly grab the drawing from the kid, and they turn back to their paper. Seems an idea has finally struck them. You take this as your cue to leave them be.)

(You got a Drawing of the Saviors. You put it away on your person carefully - don't want to mess up the drawing any.)

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(... You dream you're laying in a field of flowers, a single darkless star in the center of a pitch dark sky. You sit up to see flowers going as far as you can see in every direction as a light wind blows through carrying the looser petals with it. Your clothes are gone, and there's no sight of Soupe or Dupe, but you're all the same okay. You stand up and walk forwards with no destination in mind, but eventually you happen across a door. It doesn't seem to be attached to anything other than the ground, nor does it seem to go anywhere, but beyond that there's nothing amiss appearance wise.)

(You walk around the door once, the other side lacking the doorknob the supposed front has. You think to yourself... well, that's not entirely true, you stand like you're thinking but nothing comes to mind at that moment. After a few seconds you reach for the doorknob and slowly turn it, and close your eyes as you open the door. You open them back up to see... Yourself? Is that you anymore? You can remember everything else about yourself but your own face eludes you beyond your eyepatch Your mind starts racing as an anger rises. You don't know why, but your mind refuses to to stop as it builds up and starts rapid firing thoughts - Why was it you who was put through this torture? Who decided to make your life a game? What wrong did you do to deserve any of it? Why can't you even remember your own blinding FACE?!)

(Without so much as a second thought you swing a punch at yourself, your emotionless husk reeling back and grasping their bad eye. The area around you both crumbles away to a shade that makes your head ache as though it's been split open while the faux you stands upright. Your ears are full of static as your legs give out, causing you to fall to your knees while grasping your head as you attempt to keep looking at your faceless fake. You can just barely make out them pulling out a dagger through your blurred vision as they walk up to you and push you onto your back with one foot - standing over and looking down at you. Your head aches too much to formulate anything to at least say while the fake slowly raises their dagger up, grasping it with both hands, and stabbing down into-)

AH! (You jolt upright as you startle awake - your breathing erratic, your heart beating like a drum, and sweating fiercely. You pat yourself down to make sure you're okay and take in your surroundings - you're still in the field, you're still dressed, Soupe is still here although also startled awake and you're... still... here. You hold your chest as you try calming yourself down - Breathe in, Breathe out, Breathe in... and Breathe out.)

Stars, I haven't had a nightmare as bad as that in a while. To think I can still get scared by near death experiences like that~... (You drop your mask of a mood quickly and let out an exasperated sigh as you just look down at the ground. You feel Soupe perch onto your shoulder and nuzzles into your neck. You simply pat them on the head lightly in silence, your mind abound with various emotions it wants to express. You can't muster the effort to act on any which one, so you simply sit in silence. It's taken longer for this first loop to end than you thought it would, but at least you're sure you won't be bothered here 'til then.)

[loopadoop]

If say, theoretically, someone could send a message to your ORIGINAL party, for you, what would you say? Hm? What would you say to them if given that chance? But it’s only theoretical, of course… *wink*

Stars, you bunch are quite set on this other party business. Trying to vent your envy of the saviors through yours truly?

Besides, even if I did theoretically have one, what good would sending a message do now? I could speak until my throat goes sore but no matter what advice I'd share, what topics I'd want to discuss, or what apologies I'd try to make it wouldn't change anything no matter how much I'd want it to. The damage has been long done, and no spiffy letter saying "I wish I was more open with all of you" will fix any of it unfortunately...

Hm, looks like I gave you some proper fodder after all didn't I? Guess my time under this tree has made me lose some of my secret-keeping touch~.

[loopadoop]

If you could tell anything to YOUR party, what would you say?

W-Why, whatever are you trying to insinuate? My little party of sorts is right here, I can tell them whatever I need to whenever I need to like "Thank you for your time", or "I enjoy your company", or "I'm Sorry"...

... Let's go to a different discussion topic, shall we?

[loopadoop]

*Hello, little stars~*

How can I help you on this wonderful blog of mine? Just call me Loop, should be pretty easy to remember. You can use They/Them for my pronouns in case you need to think of me on your own time.

I figured I'd make my own little blog here so I don't get bored while the saviors are busy saving Vaugarde. Got to keep myself entertained somehow during the downtime here in Dormont, right~?

[OOC mumbo jumbo & all that jazz]

yeah, this is an rp blog for Loop, if that weren't clear enough. I'm keeping my main online guff anonymous mainly due to it not quite fitting with... this (in my opinion anyways). for ooc stuff, use he/him for lil' old me.

In case you need to know, I have played through all of In Stars & Time (including 2hats) and Start Again: A Prologue, so don't worry about spoiling me on any which thing from those games here.

this blog is intended to coincide with other isat rp blogs, but I'm open for interactions beyond that too while I'm here. I intend to keep the asks open for the foreseeable future - anonymous or otherwise - but that could be subject to change. Don't plan on changing the status all things considered, but still.

of course, the OG Character and (unless stated otherwise) any media I use (which, of course, excludes media from asks) are from Insertdisc5's In Stars & Time, and none of the interactions here are canon to the original game or its story... not that I think someone would think that way, but might as well cover the bases I can.

[General Rules]

No nsfw stuff. This ain't intended as an 18+ type deal as I'm sure most would assume, so let's try and keep it that way 'kay?

DNI if you're a MAP, Zoo, Bigot, Racist, or anyone any reasonable and respectable person would not want to interact with. Might as well state it for the record to get it out of the way.

OOC speak - i.e. talking to me in asks or smtn instead of Loop - is allowed, just remember this is an rp blog for a character first and foremost so don't get too carried away with it - I'll do my best not to in return. (I recommend putting that stuff like this), [and I'll respond like this.]

I trust the rest I could put here would be common sense. I will edit this when needed but... yeah, that's all I can think to put. If there's anything else I should put, feel free to let me know.

[loopadoop]

> "Ought to see if there's an 'adult toll' now. (Chat with the kids at the rock.)"

(Might as well, given they're on the way to your proper destination.)

(You walk towards the broken bridge and stop in front of the big rock. the Sky-Loving Kid is dancing to a tune of her own, the Wizard-Loving Kid is resting atop the rock, and the Frog-Loving Kid is keeping to themselves with a frog-themed project.)

(The Sky-Loving Kid takes notice of you first, and keeps dancing as she looks at you curiously.)

"............ You look so weird. Are you and your bird up from the sky?"

*gasp*, Oh my, how could you tell~? You must have quite the eye for sky people.

"Yesssss... I knew that was true... If you two are from the sky then... I'm going to give you this. It fell from the sky, but I'm giving it back."

(She gestures a rather unique leaf towards you stoically.)

Ah, I was wondering where I left that. Thank you so much for keeping it safe for us.

(You got a Four-Pointed Leaf. You put it with your other belongings.)

"Hey, Hatted One."

(The Wizard-Loving Kid chimes in. You turn to look as they look at you.)

"My mother was talking about someone else with a bigger hat than yours. She said they were a traveler but their hat's bigness didn't mean they were a wizard, because wizards aren't real."

Aw, she just hasn't seen a proper one yet. There's only one thing you need to be a real wizard.

"Really? What's that? Will you tell me?"

(They lean in closer, their eyes alight in curiosity and excitement as they do their best to keep calm and cool.)

Why a special keepsake of course. I've got a coin myself, but it can be anything you hold dear.

"Wow... Amazing."

I know, it's always quite the unexpected info. I was surprised to hear it myself, but I'm sure it'll help you plenty as it did for me.

"! I knew it. Thank you, wise wizard."

Don't mention it, always happy to help a fellow wizard~.

(You tip your hat to the Kid, and they tip theirs back enthusiastically before settling back down in their prior position on the rock. Finally, you walk a bit closer to the bridge and stop beside the Frog-Loving Kid. They appear too shy to make eye-contact as they make their embroidery.)

"...…..."

… (It's a tad awkward, this silence. Guess you might as well start this exchange.)

Say, that's quite the project of yours. I'm guessing you like frogs?

"...Yes."

Well from one frog-liker to another, do you want to know what their favorite hobby is?

(They pause for a bit and finally look towards you in intrigue

"...What?"

Making Croak-chet~.

"Oh! Hehehe, 'Croak-chet', like the sound they make!"

(They show off a genuine smile towards you as they giggle before going back to their embroidery. You wave goodbye to them as you take the queue to leave. Even though it was your own joke, you're quite amused by it yourself.)

[loopadoop]

> "Let's see how business is going. (Go to the Flower Growing One's house.)"

(You walk up to and enter the Flower House. The aroma of flowers washes over you and the amount of pollen in the air almost makes you sneeze. The house and its resident certainly live up to their names.)

(Speaking of, the Flower Growing One doesn't seem to be in right now, though it's not hard to imagine that's due to them being busy with other things - even they have other things to spend their time doing, hobbies or otherwise.)

Hm, guess I won't be having a chat about or receiving flowers this time around. Oh well, I've got plenty of my own as is, so no pressing issue there. Might as well take my leave before I cause any worry or anything of the sort.

(You give the place one more look around - seeing nothing else of note - before turning back and exiting the Flower House, making sure the door is properly closed like it was before you leave.)

[loopadoop]

Is your head something like a physical thing? Something that could be touched like a regular head? Or is it more ethereal and gaseous like an actual star? It shifts which makes me think actual star, but you do have regular eyes.

I haven't gotten a good look of my own noggin to get the full gist of what you all see - not beyond the stuffed toy of my likeness anyways - but from... I'll say "experience" it's a mix of both. There's certainly a good bit extra to look a star's part, but there's still something of a head with the standard fixings amidst the light and spectacle of it all. Wouldn't have much use for pillows or anything otherwise.

Frankly I'm quite glad I've got some leeway with my starry-ness. Wouldn't be all too comfortable having a full blown spikey head for a myriad of reasons I can imagine.