Since it’s no longer nearing midnight like when I created this blog
CHARACTER TAG LIST
(If you’re starting an RP, to avoid the vague interpretation of which character it’s for pls just put the emoji next to its intended receiver)
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🦊- Vixen
💖 - Lovestruck (Vixen voice)
♟️- A.I. (Vixen voice)
🎙️- Optimism/Voice of Reason (Vixen voice)
🌊 - Princess (Dream Vixen)
🍭 - Calcifer
💜 - “purple guy” (Calcifer…Voice???)
👤 - Alastair
🎮 - Kyle!!!!!
👩💼 - Lydia
🩰 - Wyn
📿 - Rosarya
🧪 - Acid
🩸 - Tai
Others will come as requested.
Please note, I still stand by what I said earlier. While this issue is trying to be resolved, I’ll only really be doing little inconsequential things (say for the vixen stuff bc that was me ending things). Think of this blog as a little funny in-between seasons of a show thing that the cast is doing to keep the fans happy (and to keep me, the writer, sane) :D
His steps echo as they walk down the steps to the basement.
Cold, dull thuds.
It’s the only sign of true life this machine ridden place sees every month.
As he takes his first steps down, the door slams behind him, causing him to jump. It isn’t jammed. He knows it isn’t. It always shuts so aggressively every time he comes down here. It doesn’t stop him from fearing the echo of the noise though.
Step
Step
Step
Step
God he should’ve brought his pullover with him, it’s always freezing down here. You’d think after working here for as long as he has, he would’ve learned his lesson, hopefully the flowers won’t wilt due to the chill.
A week. That’s all he asks for. A week of her just having the flowers with her. To show that she’s loved.
That she’s cared for.
That despite….everything Kyle is still there for her.
…
He can see his breath.
Control it.
You’ll be fine.
This is part of your duties.
Do it for her.
Do it for both of them.
Do it for all of them.
Step
Step
Step
The more steps he takes, the less noise he makes, now washed out by the whirring of machinery and the green glow of dozens of decades old monitors. While annoying to most that don’t frequent the basement, it has all become little more than white noise to Kyle.
“Section 2, row 9, 6 in….”
With his free hand, Kyle started counting the rows as he walked into the graveyard of players; all of whom where laying motionless on stainless steel tables that could be confused for operating stations.
“…2, row 9….2, 3, 4, 5– there you are. Hey Bassy…..or— DC?”
He looked down at his bouquet of lotuses, pursing his lips
“I’m not even sure if you remember that name anymore….what it stood for….Bastet is a good name though! I’ve grown to like it! Heh- I still think detective claws is better on you though…..”
He glanced up at the motionless body, her face flat and eyes covered by the headset. A husk of a person, just like all those around her.
“…it is nice to hear your voice again….even if I can’t be in there with you….i should be telling you all of this over the phone shouldn’t I? Heh- old habits die hard down here, I guess….i-um- I got you your favorite! Or- at least- they told me they were your favorite. I…I know you can’t see them but um…here.”
Gently, Kyle places the bouquet on her chest, carefully moving her hands so they held the bouquet in place. Then quickly he stepped away as to not disturb her more.
“I…I hope you like them!”
She looked so calm….so at peace…..so….
so…..
He couldn’t say the word
He never wanted to say the word
She’s still here
She’s still with him
He can call her at any time and yet…
Just one more hug….
One more pillow fight…
One ‘I love you’…
….
“…oh! I- um-“
Quickly he dug around his pants pocket as he spoke
“I got something for birdie too!”
Proudly, Kyle pulled out a little bird-shaped squeaky toy
“It’s….all they hat at the pet shop. I didn’t really have time to go out and get anything too nice for her. But- she’ll appreciate it right? She always appreciated whatever little bird trinkets she could get her hands on…..I…I think she’ll understand….”
He looked at the sad little toy in his hands, nodding in solemn reassurance to himself
“It….it was nice talking to you again. I should…I should probably give this to her and then go back to work huh? Heh- yeah….a-alright…..alright, I love you….heh…”
He pursed his lips as he averted his gaze from her form once more, now mumbling a different set of numbers to distract himself
“Section 3, Row 4, 7 in…8,7,6….2 more in….—hey Chica….how’ve you been? Haven’t really heard much from you compared to your sister, yknow? Though, you’ve always been more of a go-with-the-flow kind of person while Bassy will do anything to go against the stream, huh?….i hope you’re having fun in there though. Wherever you ended up….im sure Bassy would love to see you again one day though….heh- it would be nice to see you two together and boy do I know that she’s got tons of stories for you hehe….you won’t believe what we’ve all been through….i-uh…I went out today during my lunch….didnt really have much time to get you something big and flashy but…”
Squeak!
“I’m sure you’d like it if you saw it. Heh…”
He once again places the offering onto her chest, placing her hands overtop of the present
“You keep them safe and warm now, alright? And find a good name for him! Heh…”
For a moment, he finally lets his smile break as he sighs and looks out at the sea of players around them.
They’re all content….They’re all happy…
His shoulders dropped as he focused on the person infront of him once more, gently patting her head like a supportive older brother
“You take care of yourself, alright? I’ll be back down again before you know it….and please…if you can hear me in whatever sort of way in there….go visit Bastet….if not for you or her, then for me….im sure she’ll appreciate it more than anything in the world….”
His gaze finally drops to the ground as he takes a step back once more.
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Recompose yourself.
You have work that still needs to be done.
As he got to the first step, he paused and looked back at the sea of the branch’s own creation. Some tables adorned with offerings, others barren with the only thing breaking the shiny tables being the matte bodies on them.
“…I…It was great seeing you all again! I’ll be back down to replace IVs soon, so don’t miss me too much!”
Pillow fights…I started them as a way to help her with her more violent tendencies towards the world…something warm. Something safe. She would always be a giggly ray of sunshine as we fought….it was infectious…
Kyle stopped. Phone back in his pocket and flowers in his hand. The door in front of him marked sharply.
RESTRICTED AREA
Certified Personnel Only
…you can imagine why we don’t do it anymore…
“Hey everyone….hey DC…..Sorry to keep you waiting.”
"I...I probably should..yeah...heh- these bugs aren't exactly going to fix themselves. But...We can talk later, yeah? I'm sure Shai would love to see you again!"
Aaaaand he immediately shrunk in his chair, going quite
He knew she needed support, comfort, help, someone there for her. But this was now the second person who scolded him that they were fine, and he wasn’t going to risk getting in trouble twice now
And finally he dropped his hands and stopped hugging the air, pulling himself back closer towards the screen, genuine concern clear as glass in his voice
…It’s hard to see how watery her eyes are on the camera.
All the while, Kyle’s cheerful laughter emanates from her phone. But even in all his attempts to make it come across as human and an interaction between the two of them in person, the robotic undertones of the phone speakers processing his voice can’t help but break the illusion
Bastet stands, picking up a pillow and moving her and her phone to a nearby couch. She…slowly gives the pillow a hug.
Kyle pushes beck from his desk, his chair rolling back enough to where Bastet can see all of him, and as she hugs the pillow, he hugs the air around him with a happy smile
