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Mia Wasikowska as Edith in Crimson Peak
rising from my grave to bring you this in light of recent developments
soloman and his hypesquad
((RPs are always open. Inbox is currently dead, so... have at it, folks! The Cipher twins are ready to cause some mischief... (人 •͈ᴗ•͈))
((I've added all the starter RP posts I've made so far to the pinned post under the "starters" section. I hope this makes it much easier to navigate, especially if you want to start a RP! ^^))
Starters!
Bill:
•° Amnesiac, newly-human Bill waking up in the forest
•° Bill alone and looking for a place to stay after Halloween night (can be RP'd any time of the year)
Will:
•° Will collapses outside the Tent, overworked and exhausted after the Gleefuls use too much of his power
((Two new RP posts have been added! Reblog them to start, but mind the tags please!))
{Open RP!}
Will stumbled out of the Gleefuls' Tent of Telepathy, eyes red from exhaustion and limbs sluggish from overworking.
--
The twins had had a huge show tonight, and they'd been leeching away at Will's magical energy just to make their own appear even more incredible for the big turnout.
The twins had loved it- but Will, on the other hand, was barely able to keep moving.
He felt his eyes slowly slipping shut even as he fought to keep himself awake, but in the end sleep deprivation won out and he ended up collapsed in a heap on the floor, still in his dreadful show clothes.
The Gleefuls wouldn't care anyway- they'd probably snicker at the exhausted demon and just lock him out of the tent, seeing as how they'd already finished their final show of the week and apparently had no further use for him besides constantly making fun of him and ordering him to do all the Gleeful Manor's housework.
Will shivered in his sleep, curled up out in the open for anyone to come across...
He stirred a little though when he sensed a sudden presence behind him. Was someone there?
((Updated a few rules, and made some amends to the OCs section. Started a new semi-open RP post.))
{OPEN RP}
Bill munched on some of the sweets he'd collected throughout the night, humming a tune as he walked down the street.
Halloween night had been great- he'd dressed up as fellow friend Jack Skellington (but with an added eye patch to cover up Bill's right side), bagged a good few buckets of candy, and even managed to scare off a few young humans when they came running up to him hoping he would share some of his candy.
And the answer to that was no: he would not, in fact, share his candy. He worked hard for it (if 'hypnotism' and 'mind manipulation' can count as "hard work"), and he was damn well not going to share it!
The only problem was that, well... now he didn't have anywhere to go. And being newly human, he didn't know where exactly he was either- it seemed like he'd wandered too far from Gravity Falls. So now he was stuck.
Tired and stuck in a lonely park with two armfuls of cheap Halloween candy, nothing else to eat, and nowhere really to go. Maybe he really should've thought this out...
A series of headcanon asks to delve more in-depth with what makes the muses tick! Questions range from the obscure to the obvious so as to dig further into a muse’s life and habits.
Be sure to specify muses for multi-muse blogs!
Coral Fragments: How well does your muse deal with stress? Do they do anything in particular to help them deal with it, and if so what do they do?
Rosy Fog: What are their immediate views on romantic love?
Rosy Haze: Do they react well when they develop feelings for someone and if not why?
Rosy Touch: How do they show affection nonverbally? Are they likely to show affection with their words as well?
Apatite Chatter: Are they the friendly sort or do they prefer to let others start off interactions with them?
Apatite Tic: Does your muse have any sort of verbal tics or impediments?
Garnet Shadows: Is your muse apt to stab someone in the back in any way? If so, would they admit to doing so or would they lie to cover it up?
Garnet Shine: How devoted are they to their loved ones? Would this devotion delve into the obsessive side?
Garnet Core: What sorts of things would they be willing to do for friends? For family? For their significant other(s)?
Amethyst Terrors: Are their nights plagued with past memories or nightmares in general? What do they usually entail if so?
Amethyst Calm: How do they usually sleep, in what position? Do they like plenty of pillows, blankets and/or plush toys?
Makeshift Stone: What does their internet search history usually include? Are there any parts of their searches that they’re embarrassed by?
Cracked Cement: Are they adept at using technology of any kind or do they typically need help with it?
Brickwork Shadows: Is your muse good with their hands, or do they tend to be fairly clumsy?
Sapphire Depths: Do they prefer to think ahead or to leap right in and wing things?
Sapphire Beacon: What kinds of things inspire your muse and does your muse tend to inspire others?
Selenite Pillars: Does your muse think they’re mentally or physically strong? Is this belief true or only something the muse believes to be true?
Aventurine Calling: Do they believe in luck? If so, would they consider themselves lucky or unlucky?
Fluorite Cloud: If they had the opportunity, would they prefer to know what’s going to happen in the future or not? Why?
Fluorite Bearings: How strongly do they listen to their intuition? Is their intuition usually correct or incorrect?
Peridot Ghosts: What kind of things get them frazzled or anxious? Do they tend to handle them well or get swept up in the moment?
Moonstone Luster: Are there are any items they own that have sentimental value to them?
Diamond Kiss: What kind of clothing and accessories do they prefer to wear? Are there are any particular reasons outside of general comfort that they like wearing these?
Coal Dust: Can they withstand manual labor? Do they avoid manual labor as much as possible, and if so, why?
Prehnite Memory: How good is their memory? Has it always been like this or did something happen to make it this way?
Bismuth Hue: Are they sickly or get sick often?
Bismuth Aid: What sort of medication, if any do they have to take, if any? Do they refuse to take it, forget to take it, or do they prefer to keep on it?
Quartz Cluster: What kind of textures (e.g. silky, rough, slick, etc) do they prefer?
Jade Ambition: How ambitious is your muse and what are their current goals? To what ends will they go to to make those wishes a reality?
Jade Gain: How well do they manage their money?
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Amazonite Shade: Are they pessimistic, optimistic or somewhere in the middle? Was there anything that happened to them in their life that caused them to think in this way?
Topaz Storm: Is your muse the creative type in any way? How do they usually express their creativity?
Topaz Tears: Do they have any sort of outlet they use as a means to cope (e.g. writing, drawing, playing music, etc.)? How’d they get into it if they do?
Topaz Calling: Do they have anything that they have natural talent in? If so do they enjoy doing it or is it something they tend to forget about?
Ruby Craze: Are they a passionate person or do they tend to be more down-to-earth?
Ruby Light: Are they the sort to wear their heart on the sleeve? If not, why?
Citrine Focus: Are they able to multi-task or do they prefer to keep at one thing at a time?
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Opal Sky: Do they tend to get lost in their own thoughts/daydreams?
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My muse is about to break down, send “I just want to help” to calm them while they’re crying.
alternatively send “I just want to be alone” for your muse to be breaking down.
{Open RP}
"G-gah!"
The blond gasps loudly as his eyes (or rather, eye now) blink open, sitting up straight in shock. He looks all around him, breathing heavily- "Wh-where is this place...?" he mumbles to himself.
One minute ago he remembered being punched by some... some guy with a red hat and a pair of brass knuckles, and the next he's, well... he's woken up here, in some strange old that he doesn't even know the name of.
The poor man doesn't even remember his own name- so good thing he has it on a label attached to his shirt. All he knows is that there's a vague sense he's done something terrible, and now he has to pay the price for it.
Only problem is, he can't remember what. Was he a murderer, con artist, stole some little kid's ice cream?
He hears a rustling in the leaves behind him, and freezes in fear. There must be something, or someone, behind there.
"Hello!? Who's there? Sh-show yourself!"
He hugs himself slightly, afraid of what might come next.
A soon to be 19 year old Dipper walks out of the the shadows of the surrounding trees.
He has grown much taller since they've seen each other. He has glasses now, he got them not long after coming home from Gravity Falls the first time.
He isn't wearing his pine tree hat but a blue knitted beanie with a white pinetree still at the front. He still hides his birthmark from most people. They tend to make fun of him if they see it. He is wearing black ripped jeans, green combat boots, a back shirt saying "what's inside the mystery shack?", and a blue flannel what has the sleeves buttoned up to 3/4 length.
Dipper has tattoos on his arms, on one the zodiac with rings around the top and bottom with small circles and triangle tattooed around like bracelets. On the other is a pine tree symbol with more of the same. They are all tattooed in dark brown instead of black.
He has a brown backpack slung over one shoulder the edge of a blue book poking out the end.
"excuse me, uh sir are you alright?" Dipper asks, his voice got a bit deeper but it is still pretty high for a boy. He steps a bit closer, his eyes flick down to the name tag and freezes
"H-huh!?"
The blond turns around in fear, holding a protective arm up in front of his face when he sees someone emerging from the forest.
"Stay back... who... whoever you are!"
He's still just confused as he was before- perhaps even more-so now.
He cautiously peeks out from behind his fingers when he hears the stranger approaching, scanning their appearance up from the green combat boots to their beanie.
You know, something is awfully familiar about the other boy, especially that pine tree symbol...
But again... he doesn't quite know what.
The gold-eyed blond keeps his arm close to his face when the stranger steps up to him, almost as if trying to defend himself.
He feels a strange pang of guilt in his chest at the sight of the stranger for some reason, but he tries to ignore it and just focus on what's actually happening.
When the brunet speaks, he's even more taken aback. "U-um... I, uh... I..."
He stays cautious of the other boy, reluctant to say anything to him, but frowns when the stranger suddenly freezes.
What is he looking a- oh.
He looks down at the tag on his shirt ("William Cipher", he mutters aloud to himself as he reads it), and finally notices what he's wearing.
His main outfit seems to be a silk black t-shirt with a yellow bow on the collar to cover up a triangle-shaped burn on his neck, a black pair of trousers with suspenders, a black pair of riding boots with yellow laces, and a pair of leather gloves.
Laid on the ground just behind him is an old black cane and a top hat.
He also has a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his freckled nose, and when he tries to take them off, everything looks doubled.
It must have something do with my other eye, he thinks, as he trails his hand across the scar on it. He recoils his hand away a few seconds later though, hissing as it sends pain shooting down his face for a moment.
Thankfully the pain goes away quite quickly, so he turns his attention back towards his tag.
"William Cipher... is... is that my name, then?"
He decides to call himself "Bill" for short.
'Bill' looks innocently back up at the stranger above him, holding a gloved hand over his scarred eye. He's reluctant to do anything, not knowing how the other will react.
"B-Bill?" Dipper takes an involuntary step back, staring at the other with wide eyes, clearly terrified.
He starts shaking "No, no it can't be you" he starts walking backwards from him and stumbles into a tree. Dipper looks at the outfit then the hat and cane, looking for any sign that he's wrong.
He takes several deep breaths trying to calm down and clenches his fist. "Pull yourself together Dipper" he mumbles to himself. He glares at Bill and pulls out something he can't see from his pocket.
"How are you alive? Who's body is that" dipper asks trying to sound angry instead of scared
"H-hey..." Bill looks extremely confused, and slightly worried about the brunet.
"Why are you backing away like that? Is there something wrong?"
He grabs the cane from behind him (also donning the top hat at the same time), and uses it to help push himself up off the ground. His body is extremely achy and stiff, almost as if... it had never been used before.
"Wait, watch out--!"
Bill tries to warn the other boy about the tree behind him, but something else distracts him first. He watched as the brunet took something out of his pocket, and then it was his own turn to suddenly back away.
"Hey... wh-what's that? What are you holding?"
He senses danger from the current situation, but as soon as he tries to run he finds that he can't. Even walking feels... weird. Strange, even. As if it was a completely new thing to him. To his body.
"Huh? What do you mean... 'whose body'? I-I don't understand... I don't understand anything, alright? I woke up here alone in the forest and I have no idea who I am or what's even going on, I swear! I don't know who you are and I don't what I've done to upset you but.... please... put whatever you're holding down."
Bill holds one hand up in the air to show he meant no harm, using the other to keep himself standing up with the cane.
The look of hatred and fear in Dipper's eyes turn to confustion. "You're not lying are you." It wasn't a question, he looks at the pocket knife in his hand and puts it away.
Dipper stares at him quietly for a few seconds. This does seem to be Bill, he probably needs to keep an eye on him even if he doesn't remember. "My name is Dipper," he starts, looking at the other cautiously. "Last time I saw you..." He zones out for a couple seconds, the images of Bill just about to kill Mabel, Stan's deal, Ford erasing all his memories.
Dipper takes several deep breaths then continues. "It wasn't very good to say the least" he says softly.
"I'm willing to help you because I think you aren't tricking me again" Dipper says slowly "but if you try anything I won't hesitate to protect myself"
Dipper says needing to get that out there first before he does anything further. "Can you walk or do you need help doing that? I don't live very far away from here" he asks.
Dipper doesn't approach Bill because he seems to be scared of him. He stays staying where he is and keeps his hands away from his pockets.
Bill calms down a little once the brunet puts the pocket knife away, and he lowers his arm back to his side. He's still cautious though.
"So you're Dipper, huh?"
Bill repeats the name to himself under his breath, trying to see if he could remember anything about it. But all he gets is... a memory of a strange blue pine tree symbol drawn into the ground and a blurry image of an old red book with something golden on the front.
...It's not useful to him at all though, not when he can't remember what they're even meant to mean in the first place (aside from a vague feeling that they were something bad to him).
Bill mostly believes what Dipper tells him about the last time they saw each other, especially with how angry the brunet had looked just a minute ago. "I-I... I had the feeling it wasn't good."
Bill nods. "I understand... I promise you I won't try anything." He chuckles wryly, pointing to his cane. "I can't even walk properly, so I wouldn't be able to try anything even if I had wanted to. But l-like I said... I really don't remember anything." He adds.
"Uh... h-hang on." Bill tries to take an experimental few steps forward, leaning heavily down on the cane to help himself move. He seems to just about be able to walk, but it causes him obvious pain to do so. Of course, he tries not to show that, but his face keeps twitching whenever it hurts.
"I-I can walk..." Bill's joints are still achy and stiff, and he has to get used to the idea of putting one leg in front of the other. It's like he has to manually figure out how to walk rather than just automatically knowing. "...Or at least, I think so. Why can't I do it properly...?" He mutters the last part to himself, puzzled by it.
Bill doesn't get too close to the brunet though. Just because Dipper told him his name and offered him help, that doesn't mean he couldn't just turn around at any moment and then try to harm him.
Dipper himself said that the last time they met wasn't a good thing, meaning he already had a reason to dislike Bill, and plus, he's been carrying a pocket knife around with him the entire time. He'd even been prepared to use it on Bill a minute ago too.
So Bill kept his distance, still obviously wary of the brunet.
"Probably because you aren't used to that body" Dipper says, he taps his fingers on his thigh to help him focus.
"You usually don't have a human body, or any body at that, but the outfit is exactly what I would expect from you and combine that with the name tag it wasn't hard to tell it was you."
Dipper pauses for a couple of second. His great uncles weren't currently home when he left but if he was going to have a plan if he was going to bring bill back "speaking of which lose the name tag, people don't like you here and a lot of them would probably want to hurt you if they didn't know you didn't remember"
"or even if they know some would want to so you don't try to ki- do bad things again" dipper adds. "I'll tell you what you did if you want to know later, it would not help you to know right now"
"N-not used to this body...?" Bill frowns slightly. "What do you mean?"
Now he's even more confused. 'You usually don't have a human body,' Dipper had told him. But surely he was human, right? To be anything else would be... frankly ridiculous.
...Right?
But even if he wasn't human, then what was he instead? Some kind of monster? An alien? A freakish creature?
It ends up getting too confusing (and somewhat distressing) for the blond, and he holds one hand up to his forehead as he feels a headache coming on.
Dipper's next sentence seemed to interest him a little, however. He wonders what his old self was like before... before he lost all his memories and woke up here in this forest. Whatever it was, Dipper had seemed to recognise parts of it in him pretty quickly, and like he'd said, he'd been able to use it to help identify who Bill was.
".. My name tag?" The blond's eyes widen.
He'd already found out just a minute ago that he'd done something to hurt Dipper in his past, but... from the way the boy was describing it to him now, it sounded like Bill must've done something to anger an entire town's worth of people along with him too.
"B-but... but I... there's no way I-I..."
He took a slight step back, stumbling a little before steadying himself again with the cane. There's no way he could've done something that bad... surely? Not enough to be hated by an entire town?
Bill desperately wants to believe he wouldn't have hurt anyone, but... his gut instinct is still telling him that he did.
Hands shaking slightly both from the cold and from what he'd just been told, Bill nods silently and unclips the name tag from his shirt, shoving it deep down into his back pocket.
He still doesn't know where he even got it from though- that, or the rest of his outfit either, to be honest; he simply woke up and it was already there.
Bill stands there, quietly, trying to keep himself calm and make more sense of this all before he can spiral into a panic- which he's already struggling with a little.
It seems like Dipper made the right call. If he's freaking out just from the little he told him then it's good he didn't tell him any details.
Dipper looks up at the sky, the light is quickly fading. "We need to get you out of here, you are in no condition to be out here at night" he says softly.
"And Bill, for your information, I still generally hate you, but because you can't remember why I would and you seem to be able to feel more emotions now I'm not going to hurt you and I'll try not to be mean" Dipper says softly.
"You aren't the bill I know right now so I'm going to treat you like a different person" dipper says seriously. "It's isn't fair to hold you accountable for something you don't remember doing, so if you could give me a sliver of trust to get you out of here that would be helpful"
Dipper is just going to have to check up on things later, this is more important.
“You’re right,” Bill agrees, noticing how it’s getting a little harder to see everything now that the sun is starting to set. He wonders how long he had been passed out on the forest floor for... Better still, he wonders just how much time had passed between now and the awful things that Dipper had alluded to him doing before... well, before whatever had happened to make him forget it all. “...It i-is getting pretty dark out here.”
“I...” Bill looks down, feeling guilty. “...Okay.”
It still hurts to hear those words from someone, even if that ‘someone’ is practically a complete stranger to him right now (aside from a very slight sense of familiarity), and even if Dipper had said he’d try not be mean. No matter how much Bill tries to understand it from the brunet’s point of view, it still feels like a bit of a blow.
In all honesty, suddenly waking up in the middle of a cold, strange forest with no recollection of who or what you are, and then being told that the very first thing (aside from your name) you should know about yourself is that you’re cruel and twisted enough to hurt a seemingly-innocent young man along with possibly angering the rest of an entire town, is not something that Bill would ever recommend to anyone. Ever.
He felt both guilty and angry, as well as helpless, all at the same time.
In the end though, it was helpless guilt that won out.
“I’m sorry...” is all Bill can say quietly, just wanting to apologise despite still not knowing what it is he’d actually done. He knew it probably wouldn’t solve anything, and he had a feeling that what he’d done before couldn’t just be forgiven with a measly ‘sorry’, but at the very least it helped him feel less guilty.
Even if that sounded like somewhat of a selfish thing to do, he didn’t want to dwell on it too much. After all, feeling guilty about something that you don’t know anything about or remember doing is a very strange feeling, one he can’t explain.
Bill sighs. If he thinks logically about this, then Dipper is probably his only way out of here. If he tried to find his way out on his own, he would probably either end up lost, injured or eaten by something, so... not a good idea.
He has to trust Dipper now, whether he wants to or not... if he wants to get out of here alive and in one piece, that is.
“A-alright...” Bill limps a few steps forward, hissing quietly at the pain, and then he stands still (albeit being a bit shivery), allowing for Dipper to approach him if he wants to. He keeps a very close eye on the brunet, still a bit apprehensive about trusting him fully. “And thank you.”
{Open RP}
"G-gah!"
The blond gasps loudly as his eyes (or rather, eye now) blink open, sitting up straight in shock. He looks all around him, breathing heavily- "Wh-where is this place...?" he mumbles to himself.
One minute ago he remembered being punched by some... some guy with a red hat and a pair of brass knuckles, and the next he's, well... he's woken up here, in some strange old that he doesn't even know the name of.
The poor man doesn't even remember his own name- so good thing he has it on a label attached to his shirt. All he knows is that there's a vague sense he's done something terrible, and now he has to pay the price for it.
Only problem is, he can't remember what. Was he a murderer, con artist, stole some little kid's ice cream?
He hears a rustling in the leaves behind him, and freezes in fear. There must be something, or someone, behind there.
"Hello!? Who's there? Sh-show yourself!"
He hugs himself slightly, afraid of what might come next.
A soon to be 19 year old Dipper walks out of the the shadows of the surrounding trees.
He has grown much taller since they've seen each other. He has glasses now, he got them not long after coming home from Gravity Falls the first time.
He isn't wearing his pine tree hat but a blue knitted beanie with a white pinetree still at the front. He still hides his birthmark from most people. They tend to make fun of him if they see it. He is wearing black ripped jeans, green combat boots, a back shirt saying "what's inside the mystery shack?", and a blue flannel what has the sleeves buttoned up to 3/4 length.
Dipper has tattoos on his arms, on one the zodiac with rings around the top and bottom with small circles and triangle tattooed around like bracelets. On the other is a pine tree symbol with more of the same. They are all tattooed in dark brown instead of black.
He has a brown backpack slung over one shoulder the edge of a blue book poking out the end.
"excuse me, uh sir are you alright?" Dipper asks, his voice got a bit deeper but it is still pretty high for a boy. He steps a bit closer, his eyes flick down to the name tag and freezes
"H-huh!?"
The blond turns around in fear, holding a protective arm up in front of his face when he sees someone emerging from the forest.
"Stay back... who... whoever you are!"
He's still just confused as he was before- perhaps even more-so now.
He cautiously peeks out from behind his fingers when he hears the stranger approaching, scanning their appearance up from the green combat boots to their beanie.
You know, something is awfully familiar about the other boy, especially that pine tree symbol...
But again... he doesn't quite know what.
The gold-eyed blond keeps his arm close to his face when the stranger steps up to him, almost as if trying to defend himself.
He feels a strange pang of guilt in his chest at the sight of the stranger for some reason, but he tries to ignore it and just focus on what's actually happening.
When the brunet speaks, he's even more taken aback. "U-um... I, uh... I..."
He stays cautious of the other boy, reluctant to say anything to him, but frowns when the stranger suddenly freezes.
What is he looking a- oh.
He looks down at the tag on his shirt ("William Cipher", he mutters aloud to himself as he reads it), and finally notices what he's wearing.
His main outfit seems to be a silk black t-shirt with a yellow bow on the collar to cover up a triangle-shaped burn on his neck, a black pair of trousers with suspenders, a black pair of riding boots with yellow laces, and a pair of leather gloves.
Laid on the ground just behind him is an old black cane and a top hat.
He also has a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his freckled nose, and when he tries to take them off, everything looks doubled.
It must have something do with my other eye, he thinks, as he trails his hand across the scar on it. He recoils his hand away a few seconds later though, hissing as it sends pain shooting down his face for a moment.
Thankfully the pain goes away quite quickly, so he turns his attention back towards his tag.
"William Cipher... is... is that my name, then?"
He decides to call himself "Bill" for short.
'Bill' looks innocently back up at the stranger above him, holding a gloved hand over his scarred eye. He's reluctant to do anything, not knowing how the other will react.
"B-Bill?" Dipper takes an involuntary step back, staring at the other with wide eyes, clearly terrified.
He starts shaking "No, no it can't be you" he starts walking backwards from him and stumbles into a tree. Dipper looks at the outfit then the hat and cane, looking for any sign that he's wrong.
He takes several deep breaths trying to calm down and clenches his fist. "Pull yourself together Dipper" he mumbles to himself. He glares at Bill and pulls out something he can't see from his pocket.
"How are you alive? Who's body is that" dipper asks trying to sound angry instead of scared
"H-hey..." Bill looks extremely confused, and slightly worried about the brunet.
"Why are you backing away like that? Is there something wrong?"
He grabs the cane from behind him (also donning the top hat at the same time), and uses it to help push himself up off the ground. His body is extremely achy and stiff, almost as if... it had never been used before.
"Wait, watch out--!"
Bill tries to warn the other boy about the tree behind him, but something else distracts him first. He watched as the brunet took something out of his pocket, and then it was his own turn to suddenly back away.
"Hey... wh-what's that? What are you holding?"
He senses danger from the current situation, but as soon as he tries to run he finds that he can't. Even walking feels... weird. Strange, even. As if it was a completely new thing to him. To his body.
"Huh? What do you mean... 'whose body'? I-I don't understand... I don't understand anything, alright? I woke up here alone in the forest and I have no idea who I am or what's even going on, I swear! I don't know who you are and I don't what I've done to upset you but.... please... put whatever you're holding down."
Bill holds one hand up in the air to show he meant no harm, using the other to keep himself standing up with the cane.
The look of hatred and fear in Dipper's eyes turn to confustion. "You're not lying are you." It wasn't a question, he looks at the pocket knife in his hand and puts it away.
Dipper stares at him quietly for a few seconds. This does seem to be Bill, he probably needs to keep an eye on him even if he doesn't remember. "My name is Dipper," he starts, looking at the other cautiously. "Last time I saw you..." He zones out for a couple seconds, the images of Bill just about to kill Mabel, Stan's deal, Ford erasing all his memories.
Dipper takes several deep breaths then continues. "It wasn't very good to say the least" he says softly.
"I'm willing to help you because I think you aren't tricking me again" Dipper says slowly "but if you try anything I won't hesitate to protect myself"
Dipper says needing to get that out there first before he does anything further. "Can you walk or do you need help doing that? I don't live very far away from here" he asks.
Dipper doesn't approach Bill because he seems to be scared of him. He stays staying where he is and keeps his hands away from his pockets.
Bill calms down a little once the brunet puts the pocket knife away, and he lowers his arm back to his side. He's still cautious though.
"So you're Dipper, huh?"
Bill repeats the name to himself under his breath, trying to see if he could remember anything about it. But all he gets is... a memory of a strange blue pine tree symbol drawn into the ground and a blurry image of an old red book with something golden on the front.
...It's not useful to him at all though, not when he can't remember what they're even meant to mean in the first place (aside from a vague feeling that they were something bad to him).
Bill mostly believes what Dipper tells him about the last time they saw each other, especially with how angry the brunet had looked just a minute ago. "I-I... I had the feeling it wasn't good."
Bill nods. "I understand... I promise you I won't try anything." He chuckles wryly, pointing to his cane. "I can't even walk properly, so I wouldn't be able to try anything even if I had wanted to. But l-like I said... I really don't remember anything." He adds.
"Uh... h-hang on." Bill tries to take an experimental few steps forward, leaning heavily down on the cane to help himself move. He seems to just about be able to walk, but it causes him obvious pain to do so. Of course, he tries not to show that, but his face keeps twitching whenever it hurts.
"I-I can walk..." Bill's joints are still achy and stiff, and he has to get used to the idea of putting one leg in front of the other. It's like he has to manually figure out how to walk rather than just automatically knowing. "...Or at least, I think so. Why can't I do it properly...?" He mutters the last part to himself, puzzled by it.
Bill doesn't get too close to the brunet though. Just because Dipper told him his name and offered him help, that doesn't mean he couldn't just turn around at any moment and then try to harm him.
Dipper himself said that the last time they met wasn't a good thing, meaning he already had a reason to dislike Bill, and plus, he's been carrying a pocket knife around with him the entire time. He'd even been prepared to use it on Bill a minute ago too.
So Bill kept his distance, still obviously wary of the brunet.
"Probably because you aren't used to that body" Dipper says, he taps his fingers on his thigh to help him focus.
"You usually don't have a human body, or any body at that, but the outfit is exactly what I would expect from you and combine that with the name tag it wasn't hard to tell it was you."
Dipper pauses for a couple of second. His great uncles weren't currently home when he left but if he was going to have a plan if he was going to bring bill back "speaking of which lose the name tag, people don't like you here and a lot of them would probably want to hurt you if they didn't know you didn't remember"
"or even if they know some would want to so you don't try to ki- do bad things again" dipper adds. "I'll tell you what you did if you want to know later, it would not help you to know right now"
"N-not used to this body...?" Bill frowns slightly. "What do you mean?"
Now he's even more confused. 'You usually don't have a human body,' Dipper had told him. But surely he was human, right? To be anything else would be... frankly ridiculous.
...Right?
But even if he wasn't human, then what was he instead? Some kind of monster? An alien? A freakish creature?
It ends up getting too confusing (and somewhat distressing) for the blond, and he holds one hand up to his forehead as he feels a headache coming on.
Dipper's next sentence seemed to interest him a little, however. He wonders what his old self was like before... before he lost all his memories and woke up here in this forest. Whatever it was, Dipper had seemed to recognise parts of it in him pretty quickly, and like he'd said, he'd been able to use it to help identify who Bill was.
".. My name tag?" The blond's eyes widen.
He'd already found out just a minute ago that he'd done something to hurt Dipper in his past, but... from the way the boy was describing it to him now, it sounded like Bill must've done something to anger an entire town's worth of people along with him too.
"B-but... but I... there's no way I-I..."
He took a slight step back, stumbling a little before steadying himself again with the cane. There's no way he could've done something that bad... surely? Not enough to be hated by an entire town?
Bill desperately wants to believe he wouldn't have hurt anyone, but... his gut instinct is still telling him that he did.
Hands shaking slightly both from the cold and from what he'd just been told, Bill nods silently and unclips the name tag from his shirt, shoving it deep down into his back pocket.
He still doesn't know where he even got it from though- that, or the rest of his outfit either, to be honest; he simply woke up and it was already there.
Bill stands there, quietly, trying to keep himself calm and make more sense of this all before he can spiral into a panic- which he's already struggling with a little.
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"G-gah!"
The blond gasps loudly as his eyes (or rather, eye now) blink open, sitting up straight in shock. He looks all around him, breathing heavily- "Wh-where is this place...?" he mumbles to himself.
One minute ago he remembered being punched by some... some guy with a red hat and a pair of brass knuckles, and the next he's, well... he's woken up here, in some strange old that he doesn't even know the name of.
The poor man doesn't even remember his own name- so good thing he has it on a label attached to his shirt. All he knows is that there's a vague sense he's done something terrible, and now he has to pay the price for it.
Only problem is, he can't remember what. Was he a murderer, con artist, stole some little kid's ice cream?
He hears a rustling in the leaves behind him, and freezes in fear. There must be something, or someone, behind there.
"Hello!? Who's there? Sh-show yourself!"
He hugs himself slightly, afraid of what might come next.
A soon to be 19 year old Dipper walks out of the the shadows of the surrounding trees.
He has grown much taller since they've seen each other. He has glasses now, he got them not long after coming home from Gravity Falls the first time.
He isn't wearing his pine tree hat but a blue knitted beanie with a white pinetree still at the front. He still hides his birthmark from most people. They tend to make fun of him if they see it. He is wearing black ripped jeans, green combat boots, a back shirt saying "what's inside the mystery shack?", and a blue flannel what has the sleeves buttoned up to 3/4 length.
Dipper has tattoos on his arms, on one the zodiac with rings around the top and bottom with small circles and triangle tattooed around like bracelets. On the other is a pine tree symbol with more of the same. They are all tattooed in dark brown instead of black.
He has a brown backpack slung over one shoulder the edge of a blue book poking out the end.
"excuse me, uh sir are you alright?" Dipper asks, his voice got a bit deeper but it is still pretty high for a boy. He steps a bit closer, his eyes flick down to the name tag and freezes
"H-huh!?"
The blond turns around in fear, holding a protective arm up in front of his face when he sees someone emerging from the forest.
"Stay back... who... whoever you are!"
He's still just confused as he was before- perhaps even more-so now.
He cautiously peeks out from behind his fingers when he hears the stranger approaching, scanning their appearance up from the green combat boots to their beanie.
You know, something is awfully familiar about the other boy, especially that pine tree symbol...
But again... he doesn't quite know what.
The gold-eyed blond keeps his arm close to his face when the stranger steps up to him, almost as if trying to defend himself.
He feels a strange pang of guilt in his chest at the sight of the stranger for some reason, but he tries to ignore it and just focus on what's actually happening.
When the brunet speaks, he's even more taken aback. "U-um... I, uh... I..."
He stays cautious of the other boy, reluctant to say anything to him, but frowns when the stranger suddenly freezes.
What is he looking a- oh.
He looks down at the tag on his shirt ("William Cipher", he mutters aloud to himself as he reads it), and finally notices what he's wearing.
His main outfit seems to be a silk black t-shirt with a yellow bow on the collar to cover up a triangle-shaped burn on his neck, a black pair of trousers with suspenders, a black pair of riding boots with yellow laces, and a pair of leather gloves.
Laid on the ground just behind him is an old black cane and a top hat.
He also has a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his freckled nose, and when he tries to take them off, everything looks doubled.
It must have something do with my other eye, he thinks, as he trails his hand across the scar on it. He recoils his hand away a few seconds later though, hissing as it sends pain shooting down his face for a moment.
Thankfully the pain goes away quite quickly, so he turns his attention back towards his tag.
"William Cipher... is... is that my name, then?"
He decides to call himself "Bill" for short.
'Bill' looks innocently back up at the stranger above him, holding a gloved hand over his scarred eye. He's reluctant to do anything, not knowing how the other will react.
"B-Bill?" Dipper takes an involuntary step back, staring at the other with wide eyes, clearly terrified.
He starts shaking "No, no it can't be you" he starts walking backwards from him and stumbles into a tree. Dipper looks at the outfit then the hat and cane, looking for any sign that he's wrong.
He takes several deep breaths trying to calm down and clenches his fist. "Pull yourself together Dipper" he mumbles to himself. He glares at Bill and pulls out something he can't see from his pocket.
"How are you alive? Who's body is that" dipper asks trying to sound angry instead of scared
"H-hey..." Bill looks extremely confused, and slightly worried about the brunet.
"Why are you backing away like that? Is there something wrong?"
He grabs the cane from behind him (also donning the top hat at the same time), and uses it to help push himself up off the ground. His body is extremely achy and stiff, almost as if... it had never been used before.
"Wait, watch out--!"
Bill tries to warn the other boy about the tree behind him, but something else distracts him first. He watched as the brunet took something out of his pocket, and then it was his own turn to suddenly back away.
"Hey... wh-what's that? What are you holding?"
He senses danger from the current situation, but as soon as he tries to run he finds that he can't. Even walking feels... weird. Strange, even. As if it was a completely new thing to him. To his body.
"Huh? What do you mean... 'whose body'? I-I don't understand... I don't understand anything, alright? I woke up here alone in the forest and I have no idea who I am or what's even going on, I swear! I don't know who you are and I don't what I've done to upset you but.... please... put whatever you're holding down."
Bill holds one hand up in the air to show he meant no harm, using the other to keep himself standing up with the cane.
The look of hatred and fear in Dipper's eyes turn to confustion. "You're not lying are you." It wasn't a question, he looks at the pocket knife in his hand and puts it away.
Dipper stares at him quietly for a few seconds. This does seem to be Bill, he probably needs to keep an eye on him even if he doesn't remember. "My name is Dipper," he starts, looking at the other cautiously. "Last time I saw you..." He zones out for a couple seconds, the images of Bill just about to kill Mabel, Stan's deal, Ford erasing all his memories.
Dipper takes several deep breaths then continues. "It wasn't very good to say the least" he says softly.
"I'm willing to help you because I think you aren't tricking me again" Dipper says slowly "but if you try anything I won't hesitate to protect myself"
Dipper says needing to get that out there first before he does anything further. "Can you walk or do you need help doing that? I don't live very far away from here" he asks.
Dipper doesn't approach Bill because he seems to be scared of him. He stays staying where he is and keeps his hands away from his pockets.
Bill calms down a little once the brunet puts the pocket knife away, and he lowers his arm back to his side. He's still cautious though.
"So you're Dipper, huh?"
Bill repeats the name to himself under his breath, trying to see if he could remember anything about it. But all he gets is... a memory of a strange blue pine tree symbol drawn into the ground and a blurry image of an old red book with something golden on the front.
...It's not useful to him at all though, not when he can't remember what they're even meant to mean in the first place (aside from a vague feeling that they were something bad to him).
Bill mostly believes what Dipper tells him about the last time they saw each other, especially with how angry the brunet had looked just a minute ago. "I-I... I had the feeling it wasn't good."
Bill nods. "I understand... I promise you I won't try anything." He chuckles wryly, pointing to his cane. "I can't even walk properly, so I wouldn't be able to try anything even if I had wanted to. But l-like I said... I really don't remember anything." He adds.
"Uh... h-hang on." Bill tries to take an experimental few steps forward, leaning heavily down on the cane to help himself move. He seems to just about be able to walk, but it causes him obvious pain to do so. Of course, he tries not to show that, but his face keeps twitching whenever it hurts.
"I-I can walk..." Bill's joints are still achy and stiff, and he has to get used to the idea of putting one leg in front of the other. It's like he has to manually figure out how to walk rather than just automatically knowing. "...Or at least, I think so. Why can't I do it properly...?" He mutters the last part to himself, puzzled by it.
Bill doesn't get too close to the brunet though. Just because Dipper told him his name and offered him help, that doesn't mean he couldn't just turn around at any moment and then try to harm him.
Dipper himself said that the last time they met wasn't a good thing, meaning he already had a reason to dislike Bill, and plus, he's been carrying a pocket knife around with him the entire time. He'd even been prepared to use it on Bill a minute ago too.
So Bill kept his distance, still obviously wary of the brunet.