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Home ?
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The Diver isn’t used to having a place they consider “home”. To them, the ocean is their home, a very large open one. Since they had to travel long distances, having a set place to live in wasn’t necessary. Because of that, the Diver rarely enters their apartment unless they want to be alone, which isn’t often. You’ll often see them just wandering around the city.
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jellyfish and tide!
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The diver loves to watch jellyfish as they float underwater. They often study ocean life and spend most of their time analyzing them, but jellyfish are some of the creatures that Diver could spend countless hours just watching. Their graceful movements are mesmerizing and bring the diver peace, much like meditating does.
Because of the effect that the moon and sun have on the tides, the Diver is very curious about what else it beyond the sky that they can see. Many times before the diver has seen something similar to the Harvester flying above the clouds.
teeth
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The Diver has always respected the bones of any creature, however they especially treasured teeth. They have studied the way teeth differ between species, how many of each they have. Diver could tell how old the being was at the time.
While passing through sector 005, the Diver saw a small vendor selling shark teeth necklaces. They quickly walked towards the stand and bought a simple necklace, the only thing they could afford.
The android will often hold onto the necklace when they feel lonely, as it reminds them of their guide back at home.
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{& ♫ ||: It was odd for a human not to be wearing more layers as the season shifted along with the temperature. Cadence knew this, and although she didn’t need to wear her coat, she chose to anyway; it made her stick out less, and it made her feel more human than undead.
But it couldn’t disguise how her breath failed to steam out in puffs like the others, or how the snow did not melt when it touched her skin. Fists jammed in the pockets of her jacket, she calmly shuffles toward an odd-looking, clearly non-human stranger. The prints she leaves behind on the snowy ground are evidence of her rhythmic gait.
She comes to a stop next to the crouching robot, who seemed to be curiously inspecting a more-collected pile of snow. Cadence bounces subtly on her heels and turns her head to get a better look at their face.
“Need someone else for a snowball fight?”
Hop. Hop. Hop.
The diver slowly followed a small bird that was jumping around in the snow. They had been at it for about an hour, studying the tracks that were left behind. Watching the way its body bobbed up and down as it moved from one spot to the next.
Suddenly, as the two walked underneath a tree, a big pile of snow fell over the small feathered animal. Diver hurriedly dropped on its knees and began combing through the snow. They could sense someone approaching them, but they too busy trying to free their small friend to care.
When the other spoke, Diver looked up startled. Fight? They didn’t mean to start an argument with anyone. They lifted up their hands as though surrendering. The human seemed familiar, but they still hoped there would be no misunderstanding.
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{& ♫ ||: Stumbling was one word for it–the City had another descriptor: shambling. Cadence outwardly looked as though she were decomposing, even with the limp to go with it: a textbook zombie appearance. If it were just makeup, Cadence might have found herself even cute, but it felt too real; no gaping oozing sores were healing, and her skin itself was a rotting green-and-purple leather.
But still above all, she was cursed. Without her heart and now visibly much more undead, a terrifying theory remained: that Cadence’s overexposure to the Lute had overcome her will, and her humanity. She just wanted to be normal again–she’d fought so hard for it, how was it any fair for this world to decide that she didn’t deserve her happy ending?
Although her limbs felt more stiff than usual, she still tried to reach what sounded like a bully with the intent to stop them. She was a bit far, but hearing the tone of Neptune’s voice was enough for Cadence to realize she had ill will.
It was a purple-haired girl who appeared to be talking to thin air.
“Heyyy,” she said, tongue feeling heavier than usual. A tooth rolled out of Cadence’s mouth and clattered onto the ground. Feeling exhausted, the most she could do was reach out her gloved hands toward Neptune’s shoulders.
As her eyes swiveled to catch up with the rest of her head, she caught a glimpse of a black-and-yellow… Thing? Cadence hoped that whatever it was, it wouldn’t intervene. She wasn’t craving any brains, instead intending to stabilize her own movement.
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The diver had finally worked up the courage to leave their room. They hoped no one would recognize them. Unfortunately this world had other plans. Every person the android passed would stop and stare at them. They feared the diver, hated them. So many of them looked like the people from their home world, people that had died because of the Divers. They knew that wasn’t possible, none had survived. And yet... here they were.
Diver began to walk faster, sending out small chimes to try and drown out the voices.
As they continued through the streets, their eyes met with another creature. It seemed almost human, but her skin seemed as though it was rotting, and her movements were slow and.... wrong.. The girl looked similar to all the dead animals diver had seen before, but she was moving, alive but just barely.
They wanted to find out more about this undead person. As the diver approached the two humans, their shoulder bumped into... nothing? Diver looked at the empty space they hit, shifting their focus towards it. They let out a soft chirp and waited for a reply.
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The Diver || ABZU
- they’re a robo. beep boop
- a water robot.... that doesnt break with water. they swim.
- diver doesn’t speak, but if you’re patient enough to figure out their pantomimes, they’ll be your friend
- someone please teach them what the heck a phone is.
- cat ears, but theyve never seen a cat
- will probably be your friend
Fear wasn’t something the diver was experienced with. There was nothing to fear when they were made to explore and discover. And yet, as they sat in their room, the diver found themself unable to leave. They had the unsettling feeling that, were they to step out into the city, everyone would recognize them as what they were. The cause of extinction. The bringer of death.
Diver closed their eyes, trying to meditate for just a moment, clearing their mind of any distress... but nothing happened. They were still them, sitting in a room. They still felt Chaos calling to them, even in this new city.
From the corner of the room they hear a voice say “It was you. You took the Second Ocean from us.”
They were surrounded now, the room was full of the people they once lived among. People of a civilization that had once trusted them. Their eyes bore deep into the diver’s core.. a chill crossed through them as another spoke.
“We trusted you” “You’re all the same” “It’s your fault” “You killed us”
The room was filled with a pressure they had never felt before. Even in the depths of the ocean, the weight they felt wasn’t as strong as this. This came from within them, crushing them. Their core burned and the diver was having difficulty processing any information anymore. Was this what happened the last time? Would they forget everything they’ve done. Will they become who they were before?
Closing their eyes, all the Diver could see was the pyramid that ultimately controlled them. The Great Harvester that ordered them to collect the life source of a now forgotten civilization. The Mother.
The city had changed a lot since the last time they were here. The buildings were in ruins. The people seemed upset. And for some reason, the diver felt as though everyone around them knew about who they had been in the past, what they had done.
Vast empty space... The ocean sings to you. You feel at home.
The Diver stayed still as to not startle the creature before them. They observed curve of its fin, the way the sunlight refracted onto its skin. It moved through the water as though it were dancing, moving gracefully as it created small waves and currents around it.
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Secretly, Muffet was really satisfied that they took two of her hands. Every time she offered her hands to someone to take, she wondered what they would do when faced with the conundrum of deciding which hand to take. Most people never met someone else with three right hands. A lot of people only grabbed one, which was the boring answer! So she was glad (as silly as it is) that this person grabbed two.
“Hm…?” She followed her gaze down to where the other was pointing, and it took her a moment to understand their meaning. Well, she thinks she understands their meaning. Maybe they didn’t know what a spider was?
She beckoned a spider out from underneath her collar and it crawled onto one of her palms, which she then held out towards Diver. “It’s a spider~! Smaller, tiny versions of me, essentially, and just the cutest things, don’t you think? Would you like to hold one~?”
She would assure them that the spiders didn’t bite, but she didn’t think they could bite this person of they tried.
The Diver’s eyes lit up as the gal before them made the offer. Diver held out their hands out toward the others, hoping that the small spider would agree to let them carry it.
As the spider stepped onto their hand, the diver barely felt its small feet hitting against their palm. They were unable to feel ticklish, but the soft taps still made the diver happy.
They watched the small creature, analyzing it and gathering information for when they would return home.. whenever that may be.
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An upside to the mounds of snow piled up on the edges of the roads, was that they made excellent hiding places. Especially when he’d managed to dig his way through one of them.
Shoving the remnants of the snow from his tunnel; likely covering anyone who might have been walking by, he let out a childish laugh.
Said laugh, however, was cut off by a loud squawk as the piled snow above him gave way; his oh-so-clever tunnel collapsing around him.
“… I think I’m stuck.” He admitted. “Could you give me a hand…?”
The diver had been wandering around when they were hit with snow. They looked over and saw a hole in the side of a pile of snow. The snow kept leaping out of the tunnel that had been made and at the sound of laughter coming from inside, Diver couldn’t help but giggle a bit too.
When the snow fell into itself, they looked down at the now-silent pile.
//▽ Did the snow pile fall asleep?
Hearing the voice again, they realized that there was a person underneath. They began to shovel out the snow with their hands.
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hello omg. im back. school started up and i didn’t have time to rp, and no motivation really.
but im still here so. hello again.
