#rxpture

[miscellainous]

@rxpture liked for a starter!

He remembers... right, there had been something involving a virutal reality system and mind files... and then something with Silver Parasol... and then the latter had gotten in contact with C&A... it was all a bit of a blur, but it had all culminated in him here, the....

He couldn't remember his name. The vivid colors and childish objects, everything was familiar... yes he knew who he was, he could remember his family, every tragedy, every crime, he was more lucid than he'd been in the longest time, but he couldn't remember his name and....

"...what in @%^* is this supposed to be?" The rabbit asks as he looks over his hands, blocky, flat and pixelated like something out of an old Atari game. He was back in his old springlock suit, but with his skin an eggplant purple showing between the hinges. What's more, he was literally two-dimensional, in contrast to the space around him, which was all so much more... modern. Sleek, even.

There even appeared to be a more third dimensional counterpart of himself standing right in front of them. Or... wait, was that supposed to be one of his? "I don't remember you from the pitch documents...."

[burnsmultimuse]

@rxpture asked: "..you don't smile like you used to." Noelle said, suddenly, as the two sat on a bench awaiting Susie's return with snacks. Her face, framed by the curls of her hair, was palatable, if tinged with a melancholy that was so often there whenever the monster thought nobody was looking. A side of Noelle she didn't want others to see, anymore. "Except.. when you're with her." Noelle doesn't want an explanation, no, it wasn't a question. It was said like the factual statement it was. Susie was achieving something that Noelle couldn't anymore. Whatever the two of them had, it was something Noelle herself couldn't. Not after everything that has happened. Her own smile was tinged with a sadness far beyond her years as she finally turned her head to look at Kris properly. "I'm glad. I was worried…" The thought it cut off as Noelle seemed to realize what she was saying, a small guffaw escaping her. "Faha. S-Sorry, that.. that probably sounded a little weird, didn't it? I mean, um, smiling suits you. You should do that.. more. Yeah."

They hadn't been focusing before. So they didn't know if she said anything, at any point, before she was able to get their attention back. No, they'd just been staring into the distance, thinking about... Nothing. Numbness. A ringing in their ears. Could they hear music? Didn't matter.

But now they were looking at her, inspecting her face from behind their long locks. Red eyes tracing over familiar traits of her facial structure, though changed from time and... Conscious effort on her part, if they had to guess.

Lots have changed since Dess disappeared. So many of them she had no clue about. And they couldn't tell her about any of it either.

" ...I miss you smiling too. " And that was something that only Susie could bring out of her too. Like they used to. Or, well... Was it ever like that? Were they ever that close? Or do they just wonder about it? The what if that ruins their sleep.

What if everything went right. What if she didn't disappear. What if... What if things were normal?

But they didn't address what she said first. Because they couldn't. They wouldn't. It... It wouldn't be right. They can't want it. Because if they do... They won't get to have it. Like always. So they'll ignore it. And they'll suffer. Like they always have.

So they look away from her and just... Stare at the ground. Quietly.

[themissilesilo-a]

@rxpture said: broly vc: "hello jax from tadc, i kin you. (threat)"

"This is a terrifying journey of self-discovery we're both about to go on."

[sonicprim3d]

rxpture replied:

this is going to make the sloppy makeout sessions much more awkward--

" Good! It makes them both sitting ducks. "

[starfaite]

@rxpture wished: She's coming. It's hard to miss Pink, even, considering the music that seems to be radiating off the catgirl. Along with sparkles as she caught sight of Calypso, waving energetically in her approach. "Se-e-enpai!~<3" she called out, as if her mere approach wasn't jarringly loud as it was. "It's so good to finally meet mew! I'm so glad I can fur-inally meet you, I've heard so much about you around town!" It's said with that same sickeningly sweet cadence, staring at the other anime girl with wide eyes. "I haven't been someone's kouhai like this befur, but I'll do my best for the both of us, mew!~<3" ... Why does even the catgirl look a little off-put by her own bubbly introduction, anyways?

 It is entirely impossible for Calypso to miss pink. She had built her entire brand off glittery hot pink textures. Not only that, it was crucial for pink to be present in every single aspect of her everyday life. She demanded hot pink sprinkles in her coffee with whipped cream every morning and even went as far as manually adding pink glitter to all of her meals. It was that serious, folks.

 Yet, the appearance of this painfully loud catgirl in her chambers caught her off guard so much it made her spill her pink gin all over the floor tiles. A single, long look at the other's features and attitude felt like a large mirror being shoved in front of her, forcing her to relive every single moment she spent in her old VHS.

 The catchphrases, the poses, the peace signs at the cameras, the songs, the same five fucking songs, the same five songs. THE SAME FIVE SONGS. THE SAME GODDAMN SONGS. ( I'M GONNA BLOW MYSELF UP IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW DON'T YOU DARE PULL THAT SHIT AGAIN. DON'T. STOP )

 It was too late. It's always too late.

  ❝ Uwaaa~ What's this? Another pretty, sparkly, glittery, princess?! Kawaii! I knew i'd never be alone again! ❞

[ganglymask]

Music

Gangle often found solace in this creepy rundown place. The Digital Themepark was a spot the other players didn’t end up going to that often. There were Caine posters everywhere as well as attractions. Abandoned places like this were something that most would likely find spooky but this place not one such spot for the ribbon girl. She looked at some of the game booths, like the bottle game booth, the fortune teller booth, the hook a bee booth, the dunk tank booth, the corkgun target booth, the ring toss booth, the basket ball booth, the concession stand, the hammer toss booth, and more that Gangle hadn’t tried. The place was far bigger than it had any right to be.

Then there were the rides, like the roller coaster, the ferris wheel, the bumper cars, a boat ride, a cinema, an auditorium where the awards took place that one time and last but not least the hall of mirrors. That place was the place Gangle knew the best. Her safe haven as it were. She wasn’t going there yet though, she might as well enjoy the games right? Why worry about messing up when no one was watching you? Oh, there were wooden mannequins around too but they didn’t talk.

This was what led her to a strange fortune teller booth. Normally she wouldn't go to something like this but right now she was thinking maybe she should try something new? Wasn't like anyone was around the judge her, certainly not that bunny she knew so well. So, she went up to the Caine looking fortune teller with a crystal ball near to it.

Totally unaware someone was nearby to her. Watching her.

@rxpture

[lumenhollow]

(CLOSED STARTER) @rxpture

The dry desert wind tugged at the edges of the western plains, stirring up faint swirls of reddish dust around the old wooden fences and scattered cacti.

They kept their steady stride through the loose crowd of dusty NPCs, tall slim frame cutting forward with that familiar mechanical precision. Their single yellow eye stayed locked ahead, sharp rectangular pupil narrowed as they closed the distance on Kit. The bob cut hair shifted lightly with each step, sharp claws flexing at their sides while their metal tail flicked once behind them.

Kit had survived the wipeout of their old planet. Shouldn't have been too much of a shock they had always been scrappier than they seemed. They needed to get a proper look at that double of theirs with their own lenses. This time it was back in the western stretch again.

After their world was destroyed, Kit and Malice were all that remained. Kit had become everything they'd once burned to be. The only one left standing that mattered. Back then they'd wanted nothing more than to tear out kit entrails.

"Hello, kitty. It's been a while."

[strebcr]

"He-e-ey, Lessie, buddy, friendo, pal o' mine-" Jax is leaning against the wall to block the path. Only good things could come from this, surely. "If I soaked you in milk and threw you into a wall, what sound would you make?"

(I'm so sorry this is our first interaction on this blog but I'm also not)

"Well if you try it I'll bite your hand! Such an act would be unpleasant for both of us. You clearly don't wanna be bitten and I don't wanna bite you beacuse you probably taste like rubber! Also I'd roll on everything you own and I'll hold my breath too! So you'll get ants! Do you want ants Sharron?! Beacuse that's exactly how you get ants!!"