#violetche speaking

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Spider, Gold Arm and Violetche; each of you tell what's your favourite thing about the mun?

“She ain’t the snoopy kind, unless genuinely concerned.” -- Spider

“Our mun lives in what she defines as  ‘chaotic tidy-ness’. Her own room might look more like some sort of storage room, but she can find everything she may need in that apparent ‘chaos’.” -- Gold Arm

“While she isn’t really into strategy games, she’s particularly attracted by logic ones.” -- Violetche

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gaogaigar-the-king replied to your post “Fuck It Friday = Violetche+laser pointer”

... *Waves a laser pointer on the wall in front of Violetche*

“My, my... I really wonder what do you wish to accomplish by doing so...” VIoletche hummed, overall amused by the attempt of the human.

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"Yo Violetche, I've got a question for you," Windy called as he approached the catman.

Sat on the sofa, Violetche rose his look from the newspaper he’d been reading, eyeing the approaching Soccer Leaguer.

“Oh, Mach Windy. It’s been quite a while.” He hummed politely as he folded neatly the newspaper. “Ask away and I will see if I got the answer you’re looking for.” The catman then added gently.

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"I Dare You To Kiss a Frog, Violetche," Windy grinned cheekily, the Soccer Leaguer feeling rather mischievous (some would call childish and Windy would disagree with that vehemently).

“And where am I supposed to find a frog in this area..?” Violetche cocked an eyebrow.

“I found one, actually. With all this humidity in the air, they popped up like daisies in spring.” Spider said, carrying a small-to-medium glass jar, closed with a metal cap, like one of those jars for jam or honey, just without the sticker around it.

Said jar was filled with some water, just enough to leave room for the small “host” to try and climb on the glass.

Violetche took the jar from the hands of the bounty hunter, studying the small frog briefly. Then he smiled faintly.

“Ah, it seems to me that you’ve got a nice representative of European tree frogs.“ The catman hummed, opening the jar and carefully sticking two fingers in, waiting.

The tiny frog hopped in his middle finger a couple of minutes later, and Violetche withdrew his hand as carefully as he did earlier, under the look of the waiting pitcher and Reploid.

After all, the catman had a dare to fulfill, moreover a dare which he couldn’t refuse. Well, at least this little frog didn’t look as disgusting as some huge toads he’d seen a few times.

Violetche acted swiftly, yet with the usual caution, not wanting to hurt the frog but at the same time wanting it to be done as soon as possible, also so that he could put the frog back in the jar and send Spider back out to release it in the wild where it belonged.

Under the look of the presents, the catman gave a quick peck on the back of the small frog, before putting it back in the jar and waiting for it to climb/jump off his finger.

All while giving a small smirk to the others.

“Heh… You thought that I would never, ever do something like that, didn’t you?” He said, grabbing a disinfectant wipe as soon as the frog had been enclosed inside the jar.

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Seeing the catman and the others, the Kite flew close to them, dropping a sheet of paper close to their feet and gracefully turned to abruptly leave again. On the paper, there were was something written "Faith and creed and my belief will make you carry on these wings of trust. You will fly away. Just hold on and you'll succeed. Remember you're the (one) one Day one will speak of you As the light of day"

As Spider unfolded the piece of paper, the other two approached intrigued, peeking from the back of the bounty hunter.

“Looks like our ‘lyrics anon’ got a pet.” Spider hummed eventually, after reading what the message was.

“Yeah. Quite an unusual pet, if I may say.” Violetche added, while Gold Arm, now even more intrigued, was already searching for the possible song related to that new bit.

“Bingo!” The pitcher exclaimed in the end, getting the attention of the other two.

“Van Canto again?” Violetche simply inquired, gaining a light shrug from the reddish and gold mecha.

“What the-...” Spider muttered, trying to identify the musical genre.

“Hm, yes...” Gold Arm said, guessing what caused the puzzlement of the Reploid. “View it as a sort of ‘A Cappella Metal’ band.”

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Suddenly a random Red Kite (the bird) flutters in, just looking around as if it was searching something. It was also holding something in ist talons.

“Shit, this is what I get for forgetting a door open...” Gold Arm grumbled as he ran back inside the room.

“Yeah, this is one heck of a reminder.” Spider hummed with a faint taunt in his voice. “Well, look at the bright side: this is always better than a random hornet.” He then added with a light shrug, following with his gaze the path of the bird of prey.

Even Violetche seemed interested in the same thing. It was extremely rare to see such birds from a range that close, after all.

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'You broke the promise and made me realize. It was all just a lie. Could have been forever. Now we have reached the end. This world may have failed you, It doesn't give you reason why. You could have chosen a different path in life'

“What the heck is all this for..?” Spider couldn’t keep that question to himself.

Violetche and Gold Arm just exchanged a knowing smirk. Unlike the bounty hunter Reploid, it wasn’t their first time to receive that kind of messages.

“Looks like our ‘lyrics anon’ is back.” The catman eventually hummed.

“Yeah, and they just had to pick a song part filled with ‘feels’ as usual.” The Baseball Leaguer chuckled lightly.

Spider kept quiet and listened to that short conversation. Alright, he got the message: nothing new under the sun and, judging by the reaction of those two, it was also something somewhat harmless. The worst that could happen in this case would’ve been “triggering” some not-nice memories.

But why did this anon decide to leave such messages in their shared inbox? And where those messages for all of them (mun included?), or just for a specific person? And overall… Why did they leave pieces of lyrics in the first place?

As he secretly glanced at both catman and pitcher, Spider knew that he could ask all this to “someone else” more used than himself to this; so, most certainly, his questions would’ve been bound to be short lived.

But now he didn’t really feel like “questioning” them, except for one thing.

“Alright, you ‘anon experts’. What kind of lyrics would these ones be…?”

As answer, Violetche ran a very quick and simple search, eventually placing the monitor in front of Spider’s eyes.

“These ones.” The catman merely said.

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Violecche, you should try charming/ 'talking' to the birds in cat form like other house cats. They seem to enjoy it!

“Right now, I’m not in the mood for cha-...” Violetche paused suddenly, pondering the words of the unoknown person.

Wait a minute... Perhaps they weren’t totally wrong here... The one that had just formed in his mind sounded like quite a silly plan, but it was also worthy giving it at least a chance.

The cat-man smirked lightly.

“Thank you for your kind advice, my unknown friend. I’ll make myself sure to put it on a practical use.”