Techmo the Technomancer

Independent Techmo rp blog. Multiverse/crossover friendly.  Written by Sheena the Hyena. Currently on Semi-haitus.

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[techmosamson]

💾💿– “Time-travelling is a legitimate Animal Crossing strategy-- if Resetti never got onto me for it, then I don’t see the problem!”

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💾💿– “Oh, hello! Didn’t see you there! …How the hell did you get in my house?”

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I’m really happy to see that you’re still writing!!!

//Ha ha, wow, you’re a blast from the past! Thank you so much; it’s good to see you again as well!

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Some--

--BODY ONCE TOLD ME

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@vindirktive

💾💿– Techmo watched the kid skitter about his electronics store with mild fascination. He had to wonder, as she plucked and picked out every little piece of hardware, if her parents knew she was there and, if they did, did they know she was gonna buy all this. 

      “Hey uh... you’ve got money for all that stuff you’re takin’ out, right?” He asked quizzically. It was none of his business if the kid had stolen a credit card or not, the owner would easily find out and get a refund if that was the case, but he still had to wonder just how much trouble the kid would get in if she was indeed going to pay for it and use a credit card, either hers or her parents. But if the same parents had allowed her to dye her hair purple, then chances were they were rather lenient.

[techmosamson]

💾💿– “Oh, hello! Didn’t see you there! ...How the hell did you get in my house?”

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What Harry Potter house would Techmo belong to?

//I don’t really like Harry Potter, sorry.

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heylincorporated‌:

ah ha ! that’s the answer he’d anticipated. 

❛    But water’s already a liquid, how can it be wet ? Water’s property is wetness, but cannot wet itself, y’know ? It makes other solid materials wet when it sticks to the surface of them, but technically water’s only wet when it comes into contact with something else. TL ; DR : it makes things wet but it is not, itself, wet. Weird, right ?  ❜

💾💿– “Yeah but I mean ‘wet’ is used to describe something in a linguistic sense, like, an adjective or something? So you couldn’t not describe water as being wet, right? So therefore water would HAVE to be wet, linguistically speaking.”

       “Wait what... what did you come in here for, again?” The technomancer sure had a bad habit of getting side-tracked in conversations.

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💾💿–  “Are sex toys sentient in the Toy Story universe?” Wow Techmo you could have gone your entire eternal life never saying that, and yet you did.

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Catching the V I B E

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heylincorporated‌:

❛    Yeah, well ━ hm.     ❜

jack jabs a finger at the stranger’s chest, but his rebuttal crashes and burns before it can leave the hangar, and his finger lowers as his mouth clicks shut. admittedly, he’d just been blurting the first thing to come to his mind like he usually does, the sound of his own voice a habitual stave against loneliness. he hadn’t really expected an answer.  

❛    Alright then wise guy, next question ━ is water wet ?   ❜

💾💿– “Of course water’s wet, man, what kind of question is that? Even if it’s steam or ice, the molecules are loosely connected together to make it like, liquidy and stuff.” Much like Jack, Techmo was also an absolute idiot while being a brilliant genius at the same time. Whether this meant they’d get along or if it meant the complete opposite and become complete jerks to each other had yet to be seen.

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📱  I fought for this country bitch, dont @ me 

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“If ya ask me, such facial hair is unbecoming of a proper man... people have no class these days, no class at all.” He says this all while adjusting his own little American flag pin //from Gideon

💾💿– Techmo slowly glanced down at his sorry excuse for a soul patch, then back over to the boy with a grimace. Gideon was in front of a green-skinned cyborg and it was the facial hair he was commenting on? He wasn’t sure if he was being polite or... what this kid’s game was.

      “The sixties called, dude, they want their pompadour back.” Admittedly he felt it was a bit mean to clap back at a twelve year old, but hey, he started it.

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❛    If you drop a bar of soap on the ground … is the floor clean or is the soap dirty ?    ❜  real genius hours y’all.

[techmosamson]

💾💿– “Soap’s dirty, dude. Obviously. Just dropping a bar of soap on a dry floor isn’t gonna clean it, you need like, water and something to rub the soap in, and stuff.”

        Real genius hours, indeed.

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riccardosanzio‌:

       “You’re being followed, Rick.”        The soft and child-like tone of the A.I.’s voice was the only thing he could hear among the surrounding trees and brush; other then this planets own variants of singing insects and avian creatures that went about their business unbeknownst to his presence. He found that the deeper he wandered into the wooded area, the quieter it became, and ultimately - the better for him to escape. It was obvious that he wouldn’t ever go parking his own ship just out in the open for anyone to see. That was simply asking for TROUBLE and maybe even a death sentence if he was dealing with the right kind of seedy people. He never took the chance, so he always had a back-up plan in-case something went wrong.        Speaking of - - now that he knew that he was in fact being followed, Ricky started picking up pace a bit. At first he was sure it was only a few gangsters who M.R.T. had picked up on at the club, some he might know and be trying to steer away from. But now he didn’t know quite who he should be expecting to gain up on him at any moment, he knew that a quick retreat was better then a fight. Either way, they were clearly good enough to continue tracking him down despite Ricky being CAREFUL not to leave the scene in an absolute ruckus, not until he was too far gone for any regular police to know where he was at or where to even start. He had only heard problems starting after he’d left, making his way to his ship and almost sure it was an easy ways back from there.        “They’re close.”      He started off on a run towards the middle of the small forest where he had his ship hidden away. If he could avoid fighting someone else here, he would, but he also certainly wasn’t AGAINST the idea either. The fact that he didn’t know who was following him played a big part in that as-well. Then, he could always use his portal gun to escape if he absolutely had to… but that would mean leaving his ship behind. Which, truthfully, had been a real big pain in the ass to build in the first place, and would be a shame to loose.        Not exactly the most apt set of priorities he had, but he’d digress and say that it was good enough for him. 

💾💿– Following the suspect’s tracks with relative ease, he began to quicken the pace once the terrain changed from urban city area to woodland forest.

       “Excuse me, sir,” he called ahead, spotting the man, “Sir, excuse me, I need you to stop.”

       When he saw that the man picked up the pace, Techmo went from walking briskly and into a full sprint after him, the last thing he wanted to do was not only lose the suspect, but also get lost in the woods with how deep they already were.

        “Yo! Get back here now!” he called, running, leaping over the foilage and tree roots that jutted from the earth, zig-zagging and ducking to avoid tree branches and the trunks themselves. “Dude if you don’t get back here, you’ll be in huge fuckin’ trouble, you hear me?!”