#puppet on strings

[star-gunk]

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[thecoldestrevenge]

[pathetic-warrior]

Stronger

@thestoicsamurai

“Oh boy... Is it  y̶͕͓̻̺̗̳̹ͨ̑ͤͬ͛̓̂o͕̳ͯ̈́͐̑͘u̝̞͕͍͈͖͔r͇ͣͪ͗ͦͯ̍ͥ ̌̐͂̽͏͔̰̩̤̬͚̘t̶̬̦̺̣͎̗̪uͦ͌̾͐͑͆͑҉r͙͢ͅn̡͖̥̩̲̺͙͒̏̓ͨ̃͒ to try and  c̰̺̫̖̭͓̟ͤͬͪ̄ͣ͆̽ơ̝͔̫̖͒̂̍ͮ̊̃n͚̖͚̞̱͉͓v̦̝ͤ̋i̸̤͙̺̹̙ͣ̐ͅn҉̥̙̺̹͓̳c͇͎͖ẽ̺͉̘̠̭̞ͫ̽͌ͅ ̲̪͈͉̩̗̰̋̽̔͋̈ͧ̒ḿ̱̰ḙ̴̟͍̗̇̔ͥ that I’m stronger than this?”

His voice is lilting, broken up with that staticky quality as he tilts his head to look at Ulrich. To look at the boy who had come into the room he was being kept in. Kept in while they tried to purge him. Purge XANA from him, when XANA was all that was left. Not that they’d believe him. They were all so foolish.

"̳G̹i͕͕̪̝͡v̰̜e̮ ̲̕i̳̜͈̲̼͍̕t͉̝̘̯͔ ̛̣̜͕̤̲̠ͅý͇͕̣̭̫͔͖o̺͢u̟̰̪̟͢r͙̥͎̙͖̭̲ ̩͍̤͈͚̦b̴͓̝ͅe̡s̴͚t̶̖̗͕̣ ̧͕s͉̥h̷̞̻̼̘͍͖̟o̺̝̩̯̜͢t̳̠͖̹̟,̣̬͚̪ ͏̰Uļ̩r͏̦̞i̡̱c̮̳̼h̖̝͚̫͠.̝̙̲̫̀ͅ ̛̫̱̺̟A̪̗̤͉̟̞l̥̕ĺ̮̠ͅ ̖̗̠͔̞t̶̗h̻̼e̘̗͙ ̺̻̜o͏͓̬t̼̮h̺̞͉̹̫ͅe͍͙̣̲̯r̯͇͕̪̻̭s̶ ̣fa̫̭̳̕i͎̹͔͍̫̖̬l̮͖͇͉͈e̷͍̭̻d̴̲̮.̝"̘̺̟͙̻

[pathetic-warrior]

Repossess

@codedtobeheroes

A copy. A Mimicry. An alternate reality. That was what it was, this place. After he so carelessly flung aside the tool, it had ended up here. Such an odd place.

Things had played out just slightly different here, ending with an entirely different world. His little pet idea of a body outside of Lyoko was a reality here. A curious little idea that was the norm in this reality.

Such differences did add up, but this one, it did not. His little tool did not belong, and neither did the two products. Not a problem. Putting them under was easy, quashing them down so that he could take over the boy without a fight.

None had even noticed a difference. None but the other, at least. Not like any would believe the other XANA if he spoke on it. Such a useful incident.

“If you keep glaring at me like that, you might just burn a hole in me.”

His snark was not out of character, if it were directed at anyone other than XANA.

[sunset-wings]

★

Puppet on Strings: My muse has lost control of their motor abilities and is attacking your muse

There was no fondness in his heart for Anion, but he harbored the younger male no ill will either. At least, that was the rational he tried to cling to as his body reacted of its own accord, seeking out the former fon master with murderous intent. His sword was clenched in one unresponsive hand, the blade honed to razor-sharpness. In a rather surreal moment of horror, Zelos watched himself wrench open the door of the room Anion was currently residing in. He knew exactly what he was capable of, and he knew Anion wouldn’t see it coming. His vocal cords refused to cooperate, yet he struggled to call a warning, to alert Anion of his presence, as if the violently opened door hadn’t already done so.

The muscles in his face had a mind of their own, arranging his expression into a cold, uncaring mask, the tiny smirk that usually held a hint of warmth now carrying nothing but arrogance and malice. It was the same smile Mithos had turned on him in the past, and he’d seen a shadow of it on Anion’s face, but had never expected to wear it himself.

“Get up,” he ordered brusquely, tone and expression hard as he stood over Anion. At least whatever force that was in control of his body had the decency to give Anion the chance to die on his feet instead of attacking without any warning at all. The malevolent smirk on his face stretched wider, cruel and cold. Only his eyes gave any indication of his true thoughts on the battle he was waging inside himself, fighting for control of his own body.

[michelesselbruegge]

Typisch Gleupzelchen A puppet play Jannis and I did at The Millionaires Club.

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