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Iāll be moving this just as soon as I remember the burner email I made for @thenwhatisbroken.
Until then, a thing featuring Inzo and Lee just cuz.
Haha! Finally remembered the email! Woot! Reply will be made on the morrow but until then, yes! Inzo and Lee got gnome baseball to play.
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site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definitionĀ
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THAT FIRST SITE IS EVERY WRITERāS DREAM DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IāVE TRIED WRITING SOMETHING AND THOUGHT GOD DAMNĀ IS THERE A SPECIFIC WORD FOR WHAT IāM USING TWO SENTENCES TO DESCRIBE AND JUST GETTING A BUNCH OF SHIT GOOGLE RESULTS
some people will only want to let people be two things.
theirĀ little animal on a leashĀ orĀ a Once-person now dead in the ground.
EVERYONE STOP I JUST LEARNED A NEW EMOTICON
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universal-ramblerā:
Whether Lee picked up on Inzoās perception of him or not, he grinned broadly upon receiving the green light to proceed with Plan: Garden Gnome. āOh, I have magic for days.ā He was quick to brag, clapping his hands together and rubbing them quickly as dark, vivid purple energy began to radiate off of them in waves. It was kind of nice to be able to show off a little, actually. Most of the time his interpersonal interaction ended with paying them for a bag of fast food or, well, doing Entropyās work. While the shimmering pulses of magic visible on a visual spectrum were at first near-translucent, they rapidly darkened until his hands were consumed in a dizzying, opaque haze. āAbracadabra - hocus pocus - open the blahblahblah-ā He lifted his blotted-out hands up to his eye level and grabbed at something unseen but quite tangible, grasping hold of it firmly and then rendingĀ it apart. As the air in front of him began to tear - the only way to describe it, really - a sound like a mountain groaning or something creaking, collapsing beneath its own weight rumbled through the immediate area, only ceasing when he had ripped a hole right through thin air and left a jagged crevice with a view directly into aā¦ warehouse full of gnomes. Well, he hadnāt been lying about that.
Lee poked his head through the portal, looking around and assessing it for signs of any security. He was pretty sure heād accurately targeted one in a timezone well past working hours, but it wouldnāt be the first time heād screwed it up. Seeing no one to stop him, he widened the āholeā and stepped inside. Although he didnāt expect Inzo to follow or help him, he wouldnāt stop him if he tried. Humming to himself, he began loading up a cart with armloads of ceramic statues in a variety of poses and costumes, ranging from garish to simply āodd.ā Once the cart was full, he pushed it back out onto Esfirās lawn and tipped it over, letting them all pile up. Some of them cracked or lost minor chips as they collided with each other, but none of them outright shattered. He repeated this process twice more until there was a very sizeable collection piled up on the grass, then shoved the cart back into the warehouse and snapped his fingers, letting the hole collapse once more.
āAlright! Important question, dude: You wanna be the pitcher or the batter?ā He picked up one of lawn gnomes with both hands and hefted it meaningfully, a big, excited grin on his face. āāCause itās game time.ā
Inzo never really had a head for magic.Ā Required a lot of trial, lot of error, or a lot of letting some jaggoff tell you what to do.
But since his eyes werenāt much more than some mirrors, glass, and photosensitive chemicals transmitting signals down a complicated series of copper wires and, thus, had needed to be enhanced by The Blue that had animated him, he had at least half a sense for magic.
So when the other guyās hands just pulled all that dark out of the air and he used it to just tear the world open, well, the clockwork youth was awestruck in the oldest way: struck with a sense of something massive and powerful moving in front of him.Ā And wielded so casually, too.
When he went or escaped places, he usually just looked around for a soft spot in the world and just leaned in until the soft spot became an opening and heād cross.Ā Usually from there, just wander around an Interstitial ātil he found a door or other, more reliable, portal to a place that sounded fun.
When Esfir went places, it was usually through one of the many, many doors in The Houseās hallways.Ā The House was super-real, full of impossible things, part of something impossible: of course it could have portals.
But just tearing open a hole like that?Ā With something not-unlike his bare hands.
āHoly shit,ā he murmured as the other youth emerged from the hole into the gnome warehouse with the cart full of sculptures.
Looking over his shoulder at The House, he almost protested about Leeās plan--he was almost certainly going to end up having to clean up the scrap--and considered asking to relocate.Ā But he was still trying to process the whole thing, so instead, he shrugged and did his best to shake off the sense of cosmic insignificance and fear (incredibly happy in that moment not to have a digestive tract) before saying, āWell, shit, I know I oughta be making some kinda āthatās what they saidā joke here, but instead,ā he sauntered forward and picked up one of the gnomes, tossing it into the air lightly and catching it with a faint scraping sound in his metal hand, āBack up and get ready to swing.ā
TFW you realize your #shitty_teen character rolling with someone elseās #shitty_teen character might well be the strange and fantastical versions of those icons of ā90s #shitty_teendom, Beavis and Butthead.
The only question is which oneās which.
Gonna have to do some simple, stupid photoshop later to change some colors, but.
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morality question. i am curious
1 A man breaks in to your home posing a threat. he has broken in and threatens you. to kill him is seen as acceptable yes?
2 what aboutĀ a man who has killed before is still in the middle of breaking in to your home.Ā Ā is it acceptable to kill him ?or only to threaten him with harm to scare him back a way.?
3 what of a man who you know is breaking in with intent to kill your housemates? but hasnt done harm yet
The third bit makes it sound like you know what heās thinking somehow, so.Ā I mean.Ā Kinda fucked unless youāre telepathic or whatever.
But still.Ā Breaking into someoneās house rarely implies anything good.Ā Iāve stolen enough stuff from people to feel reasonably certain thatās at least in the same ballpark as accurate.Ā Breaking in is a crime in a sense that imho is bigger than laws, even.Ā You bust up someoneās personal space, youāre busting up a part of them, so.
Thatās a kind of violence.
And violence answered with violence is no vice.
As for killing?
Look, thatās between you and your fleshy gods.Ā Itās all a bunch of soulless chaos for me and one day Iāll just be a pile of bits salvaged for some assholeās aetheric engine with what passes for my awareness stretched across every piece of me that is still recognizably a piece of me until Theseus Panic (tm, circle-c, circle-r) sets in and even the bits of me that were me forget to be me.
Anyway, the important bit is: one fewer organism who has an asshole and IS an asshole sounds like itās a-okay to me, noodly philosophical stuff aside.Ā Might not be Good, might not even entirely be Right, but I think itās Fair (capitalizing things is fun cuz you donāt have to put quotes around them and it makes you sound like a crazy internet person).
Memes.
Iām stupidly entertained by this one.Ā Iāve done a couple characters through it and itās surprisingly accurate.
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universal-ramblerā:
Lee didnāt stand up at the first sight of someone else coming out onto the lawn, but he watched the weird clockwork teenager topple out of the house with a curious expression that soon turned into a grin as he overheard snatches of the distant yelling. As he approached, Lee snorted, tossing the burger bag onto the grass. There was still one more burger in there, but he wasnāt going to munch on it yet. He might want it after he got Esfir to come outside. āEating burgers. Chillin.ā
Pushing up from the rock, he eyed Inzo up and down, taking in the clockwork machinery and the hybrid magi-technical wonders that embodied this new stranger. Metal skin, oddly-colored (synthetic?) hair, glowing bits, shoes that look like they might hypothetically light up, and a style of clothing that maybe, just maybe, the clothing stores of the future might aspire to market to the teens of tomorrow-year. āYou look like a dude who knows how to have a good time. And considering you just dumped yourself out of a window, Iām betting old lady āIām so cool ācause I never stay deadā doesnāt know you came out to say sāup. So do you wanna do something fun?ā
He looked past Inzo to squint at the house, a vein ticking in his temple as he considered the best way to annoy The Gestalt outdoors. Last time he went inside, she tricked him into following her through a door that transported them to one of Plutoās moons. Somewhere with reddish sand, full of methane and other gasses. He didnāt need to breathe to survive, despite his human body, but he hated figuring out teleportation magic. Too many times, heād wound up teleporting himself off of a planet and right into the void of space. ThatĀ particular headtrip of spinning dizzily (stars-black-planet-stars-black-planet-stars-black-planet-BARF) with nothing to arrest the motion while trying to visualize the next place to āport to was his least favourite thing.Ā Even more vexing was the knowledge that his hateful āpassengerā could have gotten him back to Earth at any point, but It never bothered to do so. It barely even bothered to speak to him, nestled in the back of his mind like a bristling, many-eyed pinecone. Prickling. Watching. Waiting. Just like it was in that moment.
Waiting for The Gestalt to come outside.
It occurred to him that It might wind up ordering him to kill the new guy, but since It wasnāt speaking up in that moment, Lee decided to go with his gut, as he nearly always did. Inzo hadnāt opened up with a volley of lasers or tried to throw any kind of magic his way, so it was probably a fine decision for the moment. Probably.
āāCause I can open a portal to a warehouse of lawn gnomes and Iāve got nothing but time.ā
Well, so there were a couple things heād figured out about the weird guy.Ā Mostly that he was here on purpose and was absolutely not someone whoād just happened upon the place on accident.Ā That much was obvious, given Esfirās reactions to him, but the most important thing was that the guy didnāt seem to care one way or another if anyone knew.Ā And the most important thing was that he clearly had some beef with Esfir.
Which... Well, that made sense, really.Ā He loved Esfir (though heād never ever ever say so out loud) but she was real good at pissing people off.
āI mean...ā Inzo drawled, āI am pretty good at having a good time.āĀ He didnāt add that he was almost certain to get a ānot mad just worried because...ā speech from Esfir when next they spoke and that he was really eager to put that off for exactly as long as he could, if not longer.
āAnd I always like seeing someone good enough at cool magic stuff that they can just make a portal.Ā Especially if youāre planning on doing more than... I dunno.Ā Admiring the craftsmanship or something.ā
Because fuck knew heād been on a few āfield tripsā like that over the last months.
i think im done trying this whole ācoherencyā thing. if u canāt read my mind and know what i meant when you see my posts thats your problem
