it’s finally raining.
of course it would now that i’m a big fluffy solid monstrosity. :’>
Ariecio raises his hand to suggest something. You could always fl-.... oh....wait....
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it’s finally raining.
of course it would now that i’m a big fluffy solid monstrosity. :’>
Ariecio raises his hand to suggest something. You could always fl-.... oh....wait....

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turbotwopointoh exclaimed: Huh? What do ya mean? Yer confusin’ t’ever livin’ heck outta me!
Ariecio swivles in his desk chair, facing the computer, he uploads and forwards the picture to 2.0. The picture is of him, almost nude, wearing a thong. Ariecio glares at the terminal at 2.0. Y-YOU DISGUST ME!
I…. did not send em. What in Silent Hill are ya doin’ with em?!
Ariecio keeps forwarding each one, picture by picture to get his point acrossed. He uploads them, speaking as each one sends. DO. Ariecio sends the second one. YOU Ariecio sends a third one. THINK Ariecio sends a fourth one. THIS Ariecio sends a fifth one. IS Ariecio sends a sixth one. APPROPRIATE Ariecio sends a seveth one. TO Ariecio sends a eigth one. SEND Ariecio sends a ninth one. TO Ariecio sends a tenth one. EVERYONE!?!
I DIDN’T SEND EM AT ALL! SOMEONE ELSE DID! THESE WERE SUPPOSED T’BE PRIVATE! ARE-EE: NOT SENT AT ALL!
Ariecio seems a little aggrivated today, he slams his his fist on the keyboard. BULL FUCKING HORSE SHIT… WAIT. I HAVE MORE. Ariecio sends a eleventh one. THIS Ariecio sends a twelveth one. IS. Ariecio sends a thirteenth one. WHAT I’VE BEEN GETTING.
It was BAUN! HE sent em! NOT. ME! I didn’t send ya NOTHIN’!
OH!!! OOOOH SO YOU KNOW WHO SENT THEM. THAT MAKES EVERYTHING OK'AI FUCKING DORI.
Ariecio clicks and forwards the pictures to everyone's e-mail. further spreading the pictures. He forwards 2.0's mail directory as well for comments and concerns
DONE!
turbotwopointoh exclaimed: Huh? What do ya mean? Yer confusin’ t’ever livin’ heck outta me!
Ariecio swivles in his desk chair, facing the computer, he uploads and forwards the picture to 2.0. The picture is of him, almost nude, wearing a thong. Ariecio glares at the terminal at 2.0. Y-YOU DISGUST ME!
I…. did not send em. What in Silent Hill are ya doin’ with em?!
Ariecio keeps forwarding each one, picture by picture to get his point acrossed. He uploads them, speaking as each one sends. DO. Ariecio sends the second one. YOU Ariecio sends a third one. THINK Ariecio sends a fourth one. THIS Ariecio sends a fifth one. IS Ariecio sends a sixth one. APPROPRIATE Ariecio sends a seveth one. TO Ariecio sends a eigth one. SEND Ariecio sends a ninth one. TO Ariecio sends a tenth one. EVERYONE!?!
I DIDN’T SEND EM AT ALL! SOMEONE ELSE DID! THESE WERE SUPPOSED T’BE PRIVATE! ARE-EE: NOT SENT AT ALL!
Ariecio seems a little aggrivated today, he slams his his fist on the keyboard. BULL FUCKING HORSE SHIT... WAIT. I HAVE MORE. Ariecio sends a eleventh one. THIS Ariecio sends a twelveth one. IS. Ariecio sends a thirteenth one. WHAT I'VE BEEN GETTING.
shadowbirdsitureplied to yourpost:velversusreplied to yourpost:velversusreplied to...
i feed people to wildlife. ‘v’
See? Now that is called the circle of life. Non of this bullshit metal box bull-crap.
velversusreplied to yourpost:velversusreplied to yourpost:velversusreplied to...
..ow. I didn’t know Island Gods believed in a hell.
Ariecio frowns, contemplating, then chuckles. We don't, we threaten it alot, but the truth is you get buried in the ground due humanities odd practices, and you rot and decay.

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turbotwopointoh exclaimed: Huh? What do ya mean? Yer confusin’ t’ever livin’ heck outta me!
Ariecio swivles in his desk chair, facing the computer, he uploads and forwards the picture to 2.0. The picture is of him, almost nude, wearing a thong. Ariecio glares at the terminal at 2.0. Y-YOU DISGUST ME!
I…. did not send em. What in Silent Hill are ya doin’ with em?!
Ariecio keeps forwarding each one, picture by picture to get his point acrossed. He uploads them, speaking as each one sends. DO. Ariecio sends the second one. YOU Ariecio sends a third one. THINK Ariecio sends a fourth one. THIS Ariecio sends a fifth one. IS Ariecio sends a sixth one. APPROPRIATE Ariecio sends a seveth one. TO Ariecio sends a eigth one. SEND Ariecio sends a ninth one. TO Ariecio sends a tenth one. EVERYONE!?!
velversusreplied to yourpost:velversusreplied to yourpost:velversusreplied to...
pff. i guess Situ really.. swept you off your feet. (there’s a luck stat that makes you trip, get bitten by mosquitos more, etc. katrina tells you your lucky item, but there can also be unlucky items, or just shit days X] )
Ariecio glares at her, silence at her terribad pun. He extends his good arm and biffs up the back side of her head. You know what? Imma make sure you have an express ticket to hell for that one. TRY ME. ((I have a feeling it was a unlucky day, I haven't tripped since. xD... Wait. Katrina? Don't tell me she blows))
turbotwopointoh exclaimed: Huh? What do ya mean? Yer confusin’ t’ever livin’ heck outta me!
Ariecio swivles in his desk chair, facing the computer, he uploads and forwards the picture to 2.0. The picture is of him, almost nude, wearing a thong. Ariecio glares at the terminal at 2.0. Y-YOU DISGUST ME!
velversusreplied to yourpost:velversusreplied to yourpost:Why not to play...
it isn’t broken, don’t go blaming situ. you’re just clumsy. (though really, you can manipulate your luck to prevent that next time~)
I NEVER TRIP IN THIS GAME...Situ vists? TRIP CENTRAL, DIRT HERE I COME! TERRA-FRIMA NEVER TASTED SO FUCKING SWEET ((luck? I'm still new to AC:NL, never played any before this one...>-<;;))
velversusreplied to yourpost:Why not to play Animal Crossing with a Trickster God.
omg you are the clumsiest god i’ve met.
Ariecio point to the 3DS, Waving it around. THIS CONTRAPTION IS BROKEN

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Why not to play Animal Crossing with a Trickster God.
Hello Folks, It's been a while since I made an announcement over the intercom, perhaps it'd have something to do with my semi-disabled nature right now...I DIGRESS. It's giving me time to sit back and try this contraption called a Three-DEE-"S". Dunno, sounds foreign or something. I ended up playing a game called Animal crossing. It's an odd title, because... It's nothing to do with literal Animal's crossing...WELL ANYTHING. WHY NOT TO PLAY ANIMAL CROSSING WITH A TRICKSTER GOD.
Here we see myself and Situ sitting. To which might be a eventful evening.
NOPE. FACE IN SAND.
YET MORE SAND TO THE THROAT.
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.
MYSELF-FUCKING-DAMNIT
BLAHAHGHAHGHGHAHGHGHGHAHGHG As always, Trip Higher. Ariecio.
Ariecio's lore: Chapter 2 (Part 1)
["Flight of the Aries": Grounded Pending Termination.]
A dim sunrise came to the following morning, casting a dull monochrome over the disheveled city. The smoke which had once flooded the air the following day had faded away, and the sirens silenced. From the corner of an alleyway, mis-filed into the corner of the city, a dumpster clanks. Draped over the dumpster is the familiar shape of a parachute, marked with Ariecio's name. Ariecio comes to, laying on the trash in the dumpster, he groans. His vision fades in as he reaches up, inspecting himself. In horror he shrieks "What!?, Why?!". His hand is no more wide then a stick and the color of off charcoal. Ariecio's belief rate had plummeted to just under 5% in one day. "How is that possible! I have crashed a plane before, it shouldn't have dropped me this low!". Ariecio staggers out of the dumpster, his blinding light form cresting and plopping down onto the ground. He grumbles to himself, bitter "Well, this time /I/ didn't crash it, It was crashed for me.". He brushes his spherical form off and notices the fake OA on the ground. He reaches down and picks them up, tossing them in anger "And these things, the useless fucking fakes!". Ariecio grumbles heatedly, talking to himself louder. He stops, almost as a light-bulb blinks on above his head. "Unless.." He looks back at the goggles "Even though Mura is a failure.... he did at least get one thing right. Ariecio staggers over to the goggles, picking them up and draping them over his form, locking them tight.". Ariecio grins "If I'm going to sort this issue out, I can't blind every poor islander I see... I'm not /that/ desperate."
With the rising sun cresting over the distant building, Ariecio ventures out into the streets. He sees a islander walking down the street, reading a newspaper. "Good Sir! How are you this fine morning!" Ariecio chips at the stranger. The man says nothing, He looks over the newspaper, then folds it, putting it under his arm. A scowl grows acrossed the man's face. a moment of silence then the man spits into Ariecio's face. The man continues on walking down the street. A shocked expression etched acrossed Ariecio's face, the spit dripping off him and onto the ground. He stands there for what seemed to him as an eternity before snapping to, trying to put together what just happened. "Well then!, I guess he just isn't having a good morning." Ariecio nervously chuckles. The hours proceeding the man spitting on Ariecio's face equated to a much grimmer fate. Islanders cursing, spitting, hitting Ariecio at each attempt to even talk to him. He felt in an almost nightmarish state, Powerless, alone, and hated. Each attempt to find out what had happened resulted in nothing more then either silence or pain. Ariecio stumbled along, a gust of wind picks up and tosses a newspaper into him, clinging it to him. Scrawled acrossed the top of the newspaper, in bold letters said "GOD KILLS 34, INJURES MORE". Ariecio's figure turns a sickly white under the broken goggles.
Aftermath. (Closed RP)
“given the way he’s always whining and complaining about his dick of a brother? yeah, i’m surprised." Situ frowned, "and the fact that he had to call in his brother to help him beat up a kid? not okay. it makes him look more like a grade school bully than a warlord god." The raven was unaware just how much Ariecio had egged them on, but regardless, it still would have been better in his eyes for the ‘adults’ to walk away.
He glanced down at Ariecio, "i dunno. maybe, maybe not. he can deal with it. i’ll talk with whomever i please." A grin, "besides, senile as he is, he might just forget about it anyway~”
Ariecio take shis hand and runs it through is matter hair, he visibly frowns when he traces the outline of where his goggles might be. He nods in agreement on how underhanded it was. His hand strides down to the wheel of the chair, he rocks himself slightly back and fourth, exploring his new temporary mode of transportation. Ariecio finishes the cracker he was nibbling on and hand one to Situ. I never really thought about Mura that way, and you're right...On some points, he seems just as childish as...well..me. Ariecio chuckles at the senile joke, he twists in pain towards the end of it, his stomach reminding him that there was a hole through him. A...and thank you. It means alot to have someone to talk to after something like this. If theres anything I can do, you know..At least I hope you know I can always try my hardest.
Aftermath. (Closed RP)
Situ was silent for a moment, eyes still narrowed. After a few minutes of silence he spoke calmly, "so. you’re telling me, that ‘big bad warlord Muramaku’ couldn’t handle one kid on his own and had to call in his moron of a brother to win?" It was one of the rare instances he used a person’s full name, which betrayed his opinion of the matter far more than his tone of voice. He recalled learning about the nature of the brothers’ OAs, it said something to him that Mura didn’t think he could win without his brother’s defensive help.
“i think i should pay his brother a visit." As much as he would have loved to, directly confronting either of the brothers probably wouldn’t go over well, but he wasn’t above basic sabotage and tricks. A joking discussion he’d had with Mura came to mind about leaving a dead body in Anesti’s bed. It hadn’t been serious at the time but now it was sounding like a great idea.
Ariecio seemed a little shocked that Situ used Mura’s full name, even Ariecio didn’t use it unless he was full-on enraged. He couldn’t help but think on it more, but set aside that to debate on later. Ariecio nods his head at Situ's question. You seemed to be suprised by the fact that Mura would call Anesti. To be honest, it shocked me too. He stiffled a chuckle about Anesti waking up to a dead person, and the reaction that might ensue. After such time without Situ being his known-for persona around him, he almost forgot about Situ being a trickster god. He was okay with , He felt a little honored to know Situ this way, and preferred it. Ariecio’s face went a little pale when he started thinking about Situ talking to Mura. I have a sneaking suspicion that because you talk to me.. this casually, that you might burn one hell of a bridge with Mura.
Aftermath. (Closed RP)
Situ frowned in concern, "you’re not a fuck-up, kid. i guess it’s good that they make sure no other gods try to stir things up. i know a lot of the other pagan gods often get into tiffs with each other with catastrophic results, so i can see why it’d be a concern. especially when you guys are connected to the land the way you are." He was trying to cheer Ariecio up, that might not have helped at all though.
“wait." He narrowed his eyes, his disdain for the younger Murasti brother shining through, "that self obsessed asshole took them? i thought it was Mura that attacked you.”
Ariecio seems to childishly roll his eyes, them finally setting on Situ. He knows he not a complete fuck-up, just a inexperienced, poor excuse for a god. His mood didn't lighten, Ariecio felt disgusted at himself. He forgot to mention that Anesti got involved. Y-Yes, I originally tried to fight Mura... and only Mura. When things...escalated, He called Anesti. They then proceeded to... as you phrased it correctly. "everloving shit"... Ariecio remembers what Situ said when he found him on the ground. He chuckles to himself. I guess I got the everloving shit beat out of me by two warlords

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Aftermath. (Closed RP)
“oh dear." Situ stared up at him, a bit surprised, "may i ask why? it uh.. well i know the islands aren’t really warring with each other as much, if at all; but it seems a bit dangerous to do that, doesn’t it?" He wasn’t sure if Ariecio was referring to the damage itself as something humans had to deal with that gods didn’t, but assumed it was what was intended. As he was staring up at the young god, that was when he finally noticed something off, "hey, kid, where are your goggles?”
Ariecio reaches out, his hand petting Situ again, more the re-assure him than anything else. He had indeed meant the damage to the humanoid vessel. Ariecio had long-term tuned his humanoid form to the feelings of the island, making his body act as though it was human. The pros of this act allowed him to be more....human-like. The cons far out-weighed the pros. If you notice, Cousins Mura, Anesti, Catilita,and Oakline are all on passive terms with each other. They have meetings and everything. They basically make sure that fuck-ups like myself don't do anything catastrophic... in general. Ariecio stops, his eyes looking up as if to see if they were there or not. He sighs deeply, coughing a bit at the end of it. T-that's right... Anesti took them, ripped them from my head and kept em.....I-I don't know what'll happen..
Aftermath. (Closed RP)
“i gathered that much." Situ nodded, "i meant what is the purpose of crippling your human form?" He settled down on the floor and rested his head on the arm of Ariecio’s wheelchair, "cause it is you, but at the same time it isn’t, since you’re still the island?" Island gods were still quite a confusing topic for him, which is exactly why he kept asking questions.
Ariecio brings his arms up, comforting himself. He was about to tell Situ something he has been known to the other Island gods, but never another person. The topic was almost barren in Ariecio's mind as well, he was still grasping in his life that he was a god and how to act as one. For one reason or another, I end up isolating my feeling with my humanoid form. I-It's told to me that it's something Island gods should never do. This.... Ariecio points to the broken bones, the banged up tissue, the bloodied eye. This is something humans do... it's not something gods do.