nice nice
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Miko would be really into it because memes about stabbing authority figures is hilarious to her
Raf knows it from seeing the memes online and he thinks their funny but is normal about it
Jack doesn’t get why it’s funny but he understands all the references because he learned about the Ides of March in one of his classes, but he humors Miko anyway
the Autobots are indeed confused until one of them (probably Optimus because he was a clerk for a library and therefore a bit of a nerd) looks it up and they’re like oooh so it’s like if we made a joke about stabbing a corrupt leader of our society gotcha
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Bah, what do I look like to you? A scientist?! I don’t have time to explain how slime works, why don’t you ask one of those short ones? One of them probably has time to explain the whole process of temporary polymerization to you!
Me?
Busy.
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I wish that you would just shut your eyes and leave me alone. You have better shit to do.
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I’m sorry I was so difficult. I didn’t realize how bad the loneliness would hurt. Please let me come home.
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Why did it have to be you? Why couldn’t it have been me? Why couldn’t I have stayed just that little bit longer. Until the end.
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Ahh, the Hexcavator days… Real fond memories there! ‘Cept for the whole “getting trapped in a crystal” thing but no job is perfect.
I learned a lot about fish during my time there, shockingly. Moleflounders arent very interesting creatures but sometimes I would be able to recognize certain ones and the differences they had, some were stumpier than others or had slightly different hues. Surprisingly easy to train, though my Molers are smarter! Ha!
Some of the Fellas I worked with were a bit weird though. Spore Knight was her name? She was real nice and kind, but between you and me I feel like mushrooms just don’t get the job done, 'cept for cooking! Tinker might be reading this so I refrain from talking about how lousy his work used to be, Scrappy’s hoarding issues made her hard to trust, and I think the other one might’ve hated me. Oh well.
I was actually quite sad when Drill got arrested, he was outstanding at digging, a beautiful technique. Handsome too. Don’t post that. Erase that text.
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for dat one zamicro post i think it can definitely be interpreted as strange and having some implications in character since this is the first time theyve met but i think it fits with his frat boy character even if hes not being intentionally scummy. out of character they are pretty comfortable with flirting with each other on stream and in vcs.
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TBH you seem chill but we could never hang out not because of the fire and ice thing but because I feel like your spinwulves want me dead
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At first? Absolutely hated him. However after getting my ass kicked twice I came to respect him. we’ve discussed digging at length since meeting, better at it than some of my own family members!
[[MORE]][[ also thank you yay ^^ i immediately knew it would have been Really Funny to get this jerk involved considering the other characters so far lol
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I was doing quite well actually until some little bird fluttering around decided to send me a message. Shocked you even have time to message me with your schedule of wine tasting and watching the clouds, haw!
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smiles at you so sneetly…… thank you…..
i have mostly been trying to finish a first draft of one beast of a personal project, with mild to moderate success….. other than that i’ve mostly been silly incognito as one does in times of strife
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AW shucks thank you that’s always lovely to hear! :))
(also motivating given the three varyingly unfinished documents staring at me forlornly since p3 came out. they will be seeing the light one day. i think)
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….what are you on about
This- this is for the greater good of humanity, to find somewhere
To help us- with our lack of supplies ⟟ dont know what your on about
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This day has gone to shit in ways that can’t even be described. The morning was fine- pleasant, even! Easy work, nice weather, quiet co-workers- astounding since Garp was in the building. But everything has dissolved into utter madness.
You’re shoved up against the window, gaping out at the insane vision that you would almost think you’re fucking hallucinating if you weren’t crushed alongside every other person in headquarters. Every Vice Admiral, Rear Admiral, Commodore, Captain- everyone. You can’t get your mouth to shut, just staring out at the nonsense you’re beholding.
Admiral Akainu is locked in combat- though, honestly, you don’t even think the word fits- with a tiny figure dressed in Marine white. There are civilian street clothes visible under the uniform, so obviously this isn’t some traitor- and they look far too young to be recruited officially, anyway. The sight alone still leaves you feeling struck dumb.
Admiral Akainu screams something, so absolutely incandescent with rage he’s boiling white hot, and the tiny figure leaps away, bounding backwards on thin air away from his furious swipe. Whoever they are, they’re laughing. Bright, thrilled, joyful- everything. Giggling so hard they’re hiccuping while they dance circles around an Admiral like it’s a choreographed dance and they’re the leading partner.
There’s a lucky swipe, their thin-air footing fumbling for a moment, and Akainu spikes the little figure down into the water like garbage. The sound when they hit the water reminds you of concrete snapping, and the spray of sea water is so intense a few droplets splatter across your face.
Silence reigns for a moment, Akainu heaving visibly for breath as he lands on his own walkway of boiling magma, and around you your fellows start to murmur. A few mention recognizing that uniform- they saw it earlier at lunch, with a hat and a veil. One shell-shocked lieutenant mumbles something about giving directions.
No one has enough time to round on whoever it was, though, since the ocean rips apart as a blue dragon spirals up out of the water. Your stomach drops out through your feet. That’s the beast transformation Fish-Fish Fruit, Model Azure Dragon. Kaido is supposed to be alive, and, more than that, Kaido is not a tiny human girl in Marine white.
Akainu is doused, quite thoroughly, by the deluge of seawater that slams into him as the dragon rips herself- out of the ocean. The ocean. Dread fills your body. That’s a devil fruit, one you’ve laid eyes on yourself, and even though it was hurled into the ocean, the girl is still laughing. Giggles peeling out of the massive fanged maw, body moving without even a hint of fatigue or indication she’s struggling as more and more and more of her body spirals out of the water.
Akainu is snapped up into the jaws of the beast, and both are plunged under water with a massive wave kicking up in their wake. Your ears feel like they’re full of static. You can hear your comrades yelling, shouting, and you flow with the pack as everyone paces outside, but the sight of that transformation shrugging off the ocean as readily as anything against every law of nature leaves you almost too dumb to track the rest of the fight even as Admiral Kizaru enters the fray once the girl- the aberration in the natural order of things- tosses Akainu through headquarters like a man sized shotput.
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You have never in your life been more confident you’re about to fucking die. It’s been hours since whatever’s happening outside of the prisons started, and it’s just gotten steadily worse. Chaos must be reigning up on the surface.
Earlier you heard constant noise, screaming and howling from the trash chutes, explosions below you, destruction- muffled- somewhere on the surface, and then whatever happened above you. It was godawful, dust raining down from the ceiling, endless cacophony that made you think you were the unlucky fucking idiots to be trapped under tons and tons of stone that sounds like it was being violently destroyed.
That green rooster fucker seems convinced that the girl he’s been reading about in the papers, the freak of nature that torched all of Mariejois is behind it, that a big shot like that has decided to swing to Dressrosa, for some ungodly reason. You, personally, think the guy is just fucking losing it from being down here too long.
A noise starts up. It’s muffled, but after a second you realize it’s scratching coming from the ceiling of the hallway. You shove yourself back into the corner of your cell, staring with fear as the ceiling starts to give way, dust and rocks tumbling in alongside blinding afternoon sunlight as something digs into the prison. You can’t help but correct yourself, now is the moment in your life you’re most sure you’re going to die.
Whatever it is carves a hole in the ceiling, wide enough for even Doflamingo’s freaky fucking Spade to crawl through. And a massive, scaled snout shoves its way into the hole. Whiskers fall through- whiskers thick enough you could use them as a fucking anchor rope- and twitch, sweeping around the hallway, bouncing off of the bars of the cells. The fucking dragon makes a triumphant noise, and you try to become one with the brickwork, tense enough that your entire body is shivering, and pulls its massive snout back out of the hole.
You’re all about to be eaten by a fucking dragon, you’ve been inprisoned god knows how long and now a dragon is about to break in and fucking eat all of you-
Your thought process stutters to a halt as, instead of a massive fucking dragon starting to rip the ground open more from the hole, a tiny figure hops down. And you mean tiny. You’ve probably got a good three feet on the tiny thing that hops down. But. That tiny figure is covered in azure scales that catch the light like stained glass, and has a rack of white ivory horns spiraling from their temples.
Your jaw falls open as the freak of nature that torched all of Mariejois straightens up and brushes dust out of her blue hair, peering around with a smug expression on her face. You’re hit with several things at once, lingering terror, a brand new genre of terror, utter disbelief that the rooster fucker was right, even more all consuming disbelief that the World Government’s Enemy of God is a teeny tiny little brat that can’t be any older than your own siblings, the overwhelming stench of meat burned to nothing, the need to gag from the former, the sight of pink feathers stuck in the little brat’s hair…
You, like any intelligent person would do under these conditions, promptly pass out instead of dealing with this fucking shit.
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There’s a girl sitting alone at one of the tables in the mall. She looks pretty young, and considering the time seems like she’s skipping school, but it’s not like it’s your job to give a shit about a kid playing hooky.
You look away, just for a little bit, and when you look back she’s got the burger in hand. Your plan to take a sip of your drink falls by the wayside as you watch on in fascinated horror as this otherwise unremarkable teenage girl brings her food to her mouth. It’s like watching an Arbok eat a fat Rattata. Her jaw opens freakishly wide, and then half of the burger is just fucking gone.
Her cheeks puff up like a Skwovet, but she doesn’t seem to be in any danger of spitting out the half a burger she just fucking vanished. In fact, after a moment that’s far too short for her to have actually chewed thoroughly, the other half a fucking burger vanishes into her mouth.
You set your drink down and stare down at your own meal in shock. You vaguely wonder if this is this what it’s like for a Pidgey seeing a Pelipper for the first time.
