GR13F3R!

@wires-for-veins UH UH RUNS AWAY))

> [ More confused now than anything, he hesitantly calls out to his friend, waving the prosthetic so he's easier to see. ]

,, Hey ,!! w. What??? what is that ??

He turns the white thing, holding it out for Apollo to see. ...That's a HUGE gubby plushie? That's bigger than Apollo...

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

@wires-for-veins ))

Oh, Apollo! Griefer stops plucking at his leaves, turning his attention wholly towards Apollo and distinctly not acknowledging the leaves all over the ground.

"C0ULD B3 WAY FUCK1NG BETT3R. H4D 4 RUN 1N W1TH S0ME0NE. 3NDED UP DY1NG."

> [ He's already digging through his bag holding out- oh! another cola already! ]

Ooh, cola. His skeptical snark is completely derailed as he goes for the can, cracking it open and taking a big sip.

"S0M3 C0LD B1TCH, 1 THINK H3 INTR0DUC3D H1MSELF AS 4R4M0ND? EX-K1NG."

Oh, wait, Apollo asked if he's hurt anywhere else still. He does a quick self appraisal, then gestures to his head area.

"... N33D T0 TR1M S0M3 OF TH3 NEW L3AVES 1N TH0SE V1NES SOON, BUT N0THING'S HURT1NG ST1LL."

>[ His concerned expression doesn't falter for a moment. ]

youre, yeah youre more leaf-y . does, it get worse when you come back, ?

Also are you okay , like., uh,, emotions-wise ? dying can . mess you up . a lot, depending.

He huffs, running a hand through his vines and yanking a leaf off, just examining it.

"1 FUCK1NG WISH TH4T W4S WHAT 1T W4S. 1'M PR3TTY FUCK1NG SUR3 TH3 PL4NT G0T A TURN 1N MY B0DY 0UT OF 4 R0UND! WH1CH."

... He falls silent for a moment, a flash of... SOME emotion crossing his face. Maybe fear? Before pretty clear anger.

>[ He recognizes the emotion that flashes on the others face all too well. Knowing someone like you comes with its drawbacks, he supposes. Hes always going to be worried about his new friend. ]

"... Y3AH, SUR3. WHY N0T, Y0U C0ULD PR0B4BLY H4NDLE TH3 B4CK B3TTER TH4N 1 C4N, S1NCE 1 C4N'T SEE 1T. W0ULDN'T W4NT 4 H4LF-D0N3 J0B."

Ive, already practiced a bit? trimming with just the one arm , just in case, so it, shouldn't look too bad ? oh let me know the SECOND something feels , wrong . this stuff is weird and i don't want to accidentally hurt you .

He waves a hand, voice flippant about it, but... His face shows yeah no, he genuinely means that, and is approaching it full seriousness.

He runs a hand over his vines, trying to group them together just in case that would make it... Easier?? For Apollo?? He really doesn't know the first thing about plant care. He's trying his best.

> [ He cuts each stem at an angle, such as to reduce discomfort when they, inevitably, grow more. He's got quite the experience, he's just glad it can be actually useful for once. ]

"UUUGH. 1T M1GHT, BUT 1 ST1LL D0N'T W4NT T0."

He huffs.

"1T'S 4 L0T, 4ND Y0U'LL PR0B4BLY G1VE M3 0NE OF TH0SE L00KS PE0PL3 D0, 4ND 1 D0N'T W4NT T0 D3AL WITH TH4T!"

I won't . You've got my word , but I uh, still obviously won't , force you to talk about something you don't want to .

> [ He zeros in a bit more to focus on some of the smaller leaves, spending most of his focus on ensuring precision and safety. It's right at the end of trimming the last few that he notices the torn leaves on the tail. ]

His tail flicks a little more, and he groans, shoving his face into his hands for a moment before pulling it away and gesturing with a hand.

"Y3AH, SUR3 OK4Y, 1'LL TRUST Y0U. WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN. UUUGH."

He fixes his hat.

"1T'S JUST... Y0U KN0W. M3SSED W1TH 0N3 OF TH0SE SW0RDS 4 LITTL3 T00 MUCH, TH3 V0IC3S G0T T0 M3. K1DN4PPED 4 M4YOR-" And at the mention of the mayor he scowls hard enough you can hear it in his voice... "- M4DE H1M PULL 1T 0UT F0R ME. TRI3D K1LLING 4 K1D OV3R 1T. FUCK1NG LOST T0 TH3 K1D. D1DN'T T4KE TH4T W3LL 4ND... ST4BBED MYS3LF W1TH TH3 SW0RD RATH3R TH4N JUST L0S1NG LIK3 TH4T! 4ND...."

> [ . . . also, the more he learns about these swords, the more he grows weary of his own . ]

That . , wow.

. , . that's . gotta be tough, to , be dealing with all of that. , especially on your own .

,,. you don't , have to be ,? any more ? I mean , I, can help where I can .

> [ That's, probably a good balance between sympathy and space, right ? ]

Addressing the easy part first, he... Well, he's not sure what to say, honestly. He grumbles a little.

"1 M3AN, 1 GU3SS Y0U C4N, BUT 1 D0N'T S33 WHY Y0U'D W4NT TO. TH1S IS GR3AT 4ND 4LL BUT. WHY?? W0N'T TH4T JUST M4KE 1T W0RSE F0R Y0U 1F TH4T PL4NT D0ES G3T TH3 CH4NCE T0 D0 SOMETH1NG??"

As almost an afterthought, he adds on...

> [ His, responsibilities list is starting to weigh on him. ]

> [ He shakes his head, getting back on track and shrugging the looming weight off for now. ]

, Because, I want to help ,. ? I'm , capable of handling myself ,

> [ The missing arm and eye practically mock that statement just by being there. ]

and , either way it wouldn't matter, I'd, still come back to help .

"Y3AH, 1'M N0T GO1NG TO PR3TEND T0 UND3RST4ND WHY Y0U'RE S0 DET3RM1NED T0 H3LP, BUT... TH4NKS. 1'LL..."

He fixes his hat, moving an arm over his face as he stretches, pausing to gather his words so he doesn't look like a sap.

"1'M D3F1NIT3LY N0T G0NN4 S4Y N0 T0 S0M3THING L1KE TH4T?? Y0U'RE 4 G00D S0URC3 0F COL4, 4ND... PRETTY 0K4Y T0 T4LK T0."

well ,then !! I'll be here ! Seriously . for whatever you need. even if it's just to physically be around someone .

> [ He tucks away the blade back into his bag finally, tilting his head at the now trimmed foliage. ]

"... Y3AH, TH4T'S 4 LOT BETT3R, TH4NKS."

> [ Actually , how long has he had this thing . ok wait no not the time. ]

"UHUH. TH3 C0NSEQU3NCES 0F MY 0WN 4CTIONS? 1 D0N'T D3SERV3 TH4T?"

, no , no I don't think so . This, this isn't consequences . This is just, needlessly painful . it's cruel, and I'm sorry it's happening to you .

> [ Shakey exhale . Okay ! that's enough heavy emotions for a lifetime! ]

"1... HUH. Y0U..."

Moving on, moving on, he waves a hand.

"Y0U D0N'T GOTT4 M4KE 4NYTH1NG UP T0 M3, BUT 1'LL T4KE TH3 TW0 C0LAS ANYWAYS. M4YB3 3V3N THR33?"

@wires-for-veins ))

Oh, Apollo! Griefer stops plucking at his leaves, turning his attention wholly towards Apollo and distinctly not acknowledging the leaves all over the ground.

"C0ULD B3 WAY FUCK1NG BETT3R. H4D 4 RUN 1N W1TH S0ME0NE. 3NDED UP DY1NG."

> [ He's already digging through his bag holding out- oh! another cola already! ]

Ooh, cola. His skeptical snark is completely derailed as he goes for the can, cracking it open and taking a big sip.

"S0M3 C0LD B1TCH, 1 THINK H3 INTR0DUC3D H1MSELF AS 4R4M0ND? EX-K1NG."

Oh, wait, Apollo asked if he's hurt anywhere else still. He does a quick self appraisal, then gestures to his head area.

"... N33D T0 TR1M S0M3 OF TH3 NEW L3AVES 1N TH0SE V1NES SOON, BUT N0THING'S HURT1NG ST1LL."

>[ His concerned expression doesn't falter for a moment. ]

youre, yeah youre more leaf-y . does, it get worse when you come back, ?

Also are you okay , like., uh,, emotions-wise ? dying can . mess you up . a lot, depending.

He huffs, running a hand through his vines and yanking a leaf off, just examining it.

"1 FUCK1NG WISH TH4T W4S WHAT 1T W4S. 1'M PR3TTY FUCK1NG SUR3 TH3 PL4NT G0T A TURN 1N MY B0DY 0UT OF 4 R0UND! WH1CH."

... He falls silent for a moment, a flash of... SOME emotion crossing his face. Maybe fear? Before pretty clear anger.

>[ He recognizes the emotion that flashes on the others face all too well. Knowing someone like you comes with its drawbacks, he supposes. Hes always going to be worried about his new friend. ]

"... Y3AH, SUR3. WHY N0T, Y0U C0ULD PR0B4BLY H4NDLE TH3 B4CK B3TTER TH4N 1 C4N, S1NCE 1 C4N'T SEE 1T. W0ULDN'T W4NT 4 H4LF-D0N3 J0B."

Ive, already practiced a bit? trimming with just the one arm , just in case, so it, shouldn't look too bad ? oh let me know the SECOND something feels , wrong . this stuff is weird and i don't want to accidentally hurt you .

He waves a hand, voice flippant about it, but... His face shows yeah no, he genuinely means that, and is approaching it full seriousness.

He runs a hand over his vines, trying to group them together just in case that would make it... Easier?? For Apollo?? He really doesn't know the first thing about plant care. He's trying his best.

> [ He cuts each stem at an angle, such as to reduce discomfort when they, inevitably, grow more. He's got quite the experience, he's just glad it can be actually useful for once. ]

"UUUGH. 1T M1GHT, BUT 1 ST1LL D0N'T W4NT T0."

He huffs.

"1T'S 4 L0T, 4ND Y0U'LL PR0B4BLY G1VE M3 0NE OF TH0SE L00KS PE0PL3 D0, 4ND 1 D0N'T W4NT T0 D3AL WITH TH4T!"

I won't . You've got my word , but I uh, still obviously won't , force you to talk about something you don't want to .

> [ He zeros in a bit more to focus on some of the smaller leaves, spending most of his focus on ensuring precision and safety. It's right at the end of trimming the last few that he notices the torn leaves on the tail. ]

His tail flicks a little more, and he groans, shoving his face into his hands for a moment before pulling it away and gesturing with a hand.

"Y3AH, SUR3 OK4Y, 1'LL TRUST Y0U. WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN. UUUGH."

He fixes his hat.

"1T'S JUST... Y0U KN0W. M3SSED W1TH 0N3 OF TH0SE SW0RDS 4 LITTL3 T00 MUCH, TH3 V0IC3S G0T T0 M3. K1DN4PPED 4 M4YOR-" And at the mention of the mayor he scowls hard enough you can hear it in his voice... "- M4DE H1M PULL 1T 0UT F0R ME. TRI3D K1LLING 4 K1D OV3R 1T. FUCK1NG LOST T0 TH3 K1D. D1DN'T T4KE TH4T W3LL 4ND... ST4BBED MYS3LF W1TH TH3 SW0RD RATH3R TH4N JUST L0S1NG LIK3 TH4T! 4ND...."

> [ . . . also, the more he learns about these swords, the more he grows weary of his own . ]

That . , wow.

. , . that's . gotta be tough, to , be dealing with all of that. , especially on your own .

,,. you don't , have to be ,? any more ? I mean , I, can help where I can .

> [ That's, probably a good balance between sympathy and space, right ? ]

Addressing the easy part first, he... Well, he's not sure what to say, honestly. He grumbles a little.

"1 M3AN, 1 GU3SS Y0U C4N, BUT 1 D0N'T S33 WHY Y0U'D W4NT TO. TH1S IS GR3AT 4ND 4LL BUT. WHY?? W0N'T TH4T JUST M4KE 1T W0RSE F0R Y0U 1F TH4T PL4NT D0ES G3T TH3 CH4NCE T0 D0 SOMETH1NG??"

As almost an afterthought, he adds on...

> [ His, responsibilities list is starting to weigh on him. ]

> [ He shakes his head, getting back on track and shrugging the looming weight off for now. ]

, Because, I want to help ,. ? I'm , capable of handling myself ,

> [ The missing arm and eye practically mock that statement just by being there. ]

and , either way it wouldn't matter, I'd, still come back to help .

"Y3AH, 1'M N0T GO1NG TO PR3TEND T0 UND3RST4ND WHY Y0U'RE S0 DET3RM1NED T0 H3LP, BUT... TH4NKS. 1'LL..."

He fixes his hat, moving an arm over his face as he stretches, pausing to gather his words so he doesn't look like a sap.

"1'M D3F1NIT3LY N0T G0NN4 S4Y N0 T0 S0M3THING L1KE TH4T?? Y0U'RE 4 G00D S0URC3 0F COL4, 4ND... PRETTY 0K4Y T0 T4LK T0."

well ,then !! I'll be here ! Seriously . for whatever you need. even if it's just to physically be around someone .

> [ He tucks away the blade back into his bag finally, tilting his head at the now trimmed foliage. ]

"... Y3AH, TH4T'S 4 LOT BETT3R, TH4NKS."

> [ Actually , how long has he had this thing . ok wait no not the time. ]

"UHUH. TH3 C0NSEQU3NCES 0F MY 0WN 4CTIONS? 1 D0N'T D3SERV3 TH4T?"

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."

"4R3 Y0U GONN4 4NSWER M3?? 1 KN0W YOU C4N T4LK, Y0U JUST D1D."

This will get fancied up later.

Forsaken OC ask blog PLUS! A resource blog.

This blog is meant to archive anons around the Forsaken RP Blog Verse, since I've noticed a few different anons using the same signoff, usually simplistic ones.

The character is a forsaken oc of mine, Meteor Shower. They are... Well, you'll have to attempt to learn that yourself, won't you?

This blog will archive anon signoffs, their own blogs if they have them, and blogs they frequent if needed.

@wires-for-veins ))

Oh, Apollo! Griefer stops plucking at his leaves, turning his attention wholly towards Apollo and distinctly not acknowledging the leaves all over the ground.

"C0ULD B3 WAY FUCK1NG BETT3R. H4D 4 RUN 1N W1TH S0ME0NE. 3NDED UP DY1NG."

> [ He's already digging through his bag holding out- oh! another cola already! ]

Ooh, cola. His skeptical snark is completely derailed as he goes for the can, cracking it open and taking a big sip.

"S0M3 C0LD B1TCH, 1 THINK H3 INTR0DUC3D H1MSELF AS 4R4M0ND? EX-K1NG."

Oh, wait, Apollo asked if he's hurt anywhere else still. He does a quick self appraisal, then gestures to his head area.

"... N33D T0 TR1M S0M3 OF TH3 NEW L3AVES 1N TH0SE V1NES SOON, BUT N0THING'S HURT1NG ST1LL."

>[ His concerned expression doesn't falter for a moment. ]

youre, yeah youre more leaf-y . does, it get worse when you come back, ?

Also are you okay , like., uh,, emotions-wise ? dying can . mess you up . a lot, depending.

He huffs, running a hand through his vines and yanking a leaf off, just examining it.

"1 FUCK1NG WISH TH4T W4S WHAT 1T W4S. 1'M PR3TTY FUCK1NG SUR3 TH3 PL4NT G0T A TURN 1N MY B0DY 0UT OF 4 R0UND! WH1CH."

... He falls silent for a moment, a flash of... SOME emotion crossing his face. Maybe fear? Before pretty clear anger.

>[ He recognizes the emotion that flashes on the others face all too well. Knowing someone like you comes with its drawbacks, he supposes. Hes always going to be worried about his new friend. ]

"... Y3AH, SUR3. WHY N0T, Y0U C0ULD PR0B4BLY H4NDLE TH3 B4CK B3TTER TH4N 1 C4N, S1NCE 1 C4N'T SEE 1T. W0ULDN'T W4NT 4 H4LF-D0N3 J0B."

Ive, already practiced a bit? trimming with just the one arm , just in case, so it, shouldn't look too bad ? oh let me know the SECOND something feels , wrong . this stuff is weird and i don't want to accidentally hurt you .

He waves a hand, voice flippant about it, but... His face shows yeah no, he genuinely means that, and is approaching it full seriousness.

He runs a hand over his vines, trying to group them together just in case that would make it... Easier?? For Apollo?? He really doesn't know the first thing about plant care. He's trying his best.

> [ He cuts each stem at an angle, such as to reduce discomfort when they, inevitably, grow more. He's got quite the experience, he's just glad it can be actually useful for once. ]

"UUUGH. 1T M1GHT, BUT 1 ST1LL D0N'T W4NT T0."

He huffs.

"1T'S 4 L0T, 4ND Y0U'LL PR0B4BLY G1VE M3 0NE OF TH0SE L00KS PE0PL3 D0, 4ND 1 D0N'T W4NT T0 D3AL WITH TH4T!"

I won't . You've got my word , but I uh, still obviously won't , force you to talk about something you don't want to .

> [ He zeros in a bit more to focus on some of the smaller leaves, spending most of his focus on ensuring precision and safety. It's right at the end of trimming the last few that he notices the torn leaves on the tail. ]

His tail flicks a little more, and he groans, shoving his face into his hands for a moment before pulling it away and gesturing with a hand.

"Y3AH, SUR3 OK4Y, 1'LL TRUST Y0U. WH4T'S TH3 W0RST TH4T C4N H4PPEN. UUUGH."

He fixes his hat.

"1T'S JUST... Y0U KN0W. M3SSED W1TH 0N3 OF TH0SE SW0RDS 4 LITTL3 T00 MUCH, TH3 V0IC3S G0T T0 M3. K1DN4PPED 4 M4YOR-" And at the mention of the mayor he scowls hard enough you can hear it in his voice... "- M4DE H1M PULL 1T 0UT F0R ME. TRI3D K1LLING 4 K1D OV3R 1T. FUCK1NG LOST T0 TH3 K1D. D1DN'T T4KE TH4T W3LL 4ND... ST4BBED MYS3LF W1TH TH3 SW0RD RATH3R TH4N JUST L0S1NG LIK3 TH4T! 4ND...."

> [ . . . also, the more he learns about these swords, the more he grows weary of his own . ]

That . , wow.

. , . that's . gotta be tough, to , be dealing with all of that. , especially on your own .

,,. you don't , have to be ,? any more ? I mean , I, can help where I can .

> [ That's, probably a good balance between sympathy and space, right ? ]

Addressing the easy part first, he... Well, he's not sure what to say, honestly. He grumbles a little.

"1 M3AN, 1 GU3SS Y0U C4N, BUT 1 D0N'T S33 WHY Y0U'D W4NT TO. TH1S IS GR3AT 4ND 4LL BUT. WHY?? W0N'T TH4T JUST M4KE 1T W0RSE F0R Y0U 1F TH4T PL4NT D0ES G3T TH3 CH4NCE T0 D0 SOMETH1NG??"

As almost an afterthought, he adds on...

> [ His, responsibilities list is starting to weigh on him. ]

> [ He shakes his head, getting back on track and shrugging the looming weight off for now. ]

, Because, I want to help ,. ? I'm , capable of handling myself ,

> [ The missing arm and eye practically mock that statement just by being there. ]

and , either way it wouldn't matter, I'd, still come back to help .

"Y3AH, 1'M N0T GO1NG TO PR3TEND T0 UND3RST4ND WHY Y0U'RE S0 DET3RM1NED T0 H3LP, BUT... TH4NKS. 1'LL..."

He fixes his hat, moving an arm over his face as he stretches, pausing to gather his words so he doesn't look like a sap.

"1'M D3F1NIT3LY N0T G0NN4 S4Y N0 T0 S0M3THING L1KE TH4T?? Y0U'RE 4 G00D S0URC3 0F COL4, 4ND... PRETTY 0K4Y T0 T4LK T0."

well ,then !! I'll be here ! Seriously . for whatever you need. even if it's just to physically be around someone .

> [ He tucks away the blade back into his bag finally, tilting his head at the now trimmed foliage. ]

"... Y3AH, TH4T'S 4 LOT BETT3R, TH4NKS."

[ Some awful voice sounds from the around general proximity of Griefer. It's sort of similar to a TV's static; irritating, but unlike a TV, gives an unwarranted sense of alarm. ]

( @1xsfate )

And how does he respond to that alarm he feels? The way he responds to most things, of course.

"4ND WH4T'S 1T M4TT3R T0 Y0U, HUH???"

Aggression.

"1 4SKED. WH4T'S 1T M4TTER T0 Y0U."