☆ we are the wings that protect this planet! ☆

“Would it be even stranger for me to say I don’t know if I’m an alien? The androids from my home say we were built by aliens, but I’ve never even seen one! Or a human, for that matter. But, the androids know much more than I do…So I suppose they would know better….” They trail off for a moment, clearly lost in their own tangle of clarifications.

“Aren’t we all aliens here, though?” Pascal gestures to the ghostly figures once more, “They were here first, after all.”

They realize only after they’ve started to do it that they were also slightly swinging their legs alongside hers, her enthusiasm infectious. Pascal’s copy of the movement is more stilted, more like they were raising their leg and letting it fall than a ‘swing’. 

“So you can transfer your consciousness into this suit without your core?” They say, and their eyes shift slightly, like a pair of binoculars twisting in to fit someone’s face more adequately, “That’s quite amazing! You have two fascinating bodies, Hajime!” 

Pascal nods, a note of pride and congratulation in their voice. 

“Woah, that’s true!” Hajime says, straightening with the force of her surprise. “I guess we’re all aliens somewhere, huh?” And she smiles over at Pascal, eyes bright. “That’s such a fun way to look at it, I never thought of that.” She considers then their other question, curious at their phrasing. She taps a finger against her chin, humming softly as she thinks. 

“Mm, kind of? It’s more like putting on new clothes, I guess.” She smiles. “My core... my heart is still there, and it’s all one body. It’s like... hmmmm...”

“Oh!” A thought occurs to her, and she pulls her NOTE out of her pocket, hopping to her feet. “Here! I can just show you!” She manages to stay still, somehow, as she steps in front of Pascal, and then she holds out the small notebook in her hand, covered in stickers. “You ready, Pascal? Okay! Biiiiird, go!”

In a flash, she’s changed. It’s a momentarily blinding array of lights around her, and then the only neon glow is emanating from various points on her body. Still shaped like a person, but decidedly mechanical now. And very pink. Hajime turns a glowing blue gaze to Pascal.

    Maria was quickly taken in by the other girl’s excitement. After all, it really did sound like something she’d like; she’s never seen a cat before outside pictures in the books her grandfather had on the ARK! Maybe Shadow knew this, and would even be there in hopes that she’d show up, he was always a smart hedgehog after all. The girl grinned at the idea, but an unsettling feeling crawled into the back of her mind. This place…wasn’t going to get attacked, was it-?

    “I’d love to go with you, if I’d be welcome!” Maria answers as she shoves the idea out of her mind, “I’ve always wondered what cats were like…”

“Whaat? Do you not have cats back where you live?” Hajime gasps. “Oh, this is going to be so exciting for you! Even if we can’t find a café, we’re going to find you a cat!” And she beams, reaching out to offer the girl her hand. “Come on! This way, we’ll start over here.” She has an utterly new mission in mind, now. Get this girl to a cat! No matter what!

＞　With the city finally out of ruins, there was a lot more scenery to enjoy. The breeze was nice, unlike the haze that enveloped the setting prior, and Zaveid was taking advantage.

  When the wind starts dying down, he sits up from where he’s been laying; time to move, he thinks, maybe higher ground.

  He nearly falls over when the something hits him in the head.As it is he stumbles slightly in surprise, and looks down at the object. A kite. The young girl who bounds over seems totally occupied with her fallen kite, seemingly unconcerned with him. Almost made him think he was invisible again.

     “Your friend here gonna be okay?” The seraph asks, tapping the top of the frog cautiously, giving her a questioning look. “If you’re worried about the wind, it should be picking up again any time now.”

Hajime looks up at the man, and she seems to realize then that he’s there. “Aa, sorry about that!” She says, patting the kite gently. “He really got away from me!” She looks down at her kite again, inspects it... and then she nods. “He’s going to be just fine,” she says seriously.

“The real question is, are you going to be okay? I hope he didn’t hurt you.” And she smiles, holding out her hand. “I’m Hajime! And I know. When the wind stops, it’s just a temporary lull before it kicks back into gear! It’s a lot like life, if you think about it.”

Somehow he managed to get a basket of bread in his hands while he was napping in the park. He didn’t know how it happened, perhaps a kind person had left it as a offering to the undead looking one. But it was so long since he had food, even if hunger was something foreign to him. 

… 

And then she comes to a halt, as she smells bread, and she turns, looking over at the man sitting there, basket of bread in hand. After realizing she’s been staring, Hajime perks up, and she bounds over.

(This isn’t some new Tumblr glitch or anything, this is my brain and my eyes being physically unable to read your tiny-grey-text-on-white-background blogs.)

“A suit..?”  Pascal laughs, “No, no! This is my body. It’s alright for you to ask, but I can’t imagine why.”  

They hadn’t considered the possibility of this new world having, well, organics in it. They don’t believe they’ve seen any yet, come to think of it. But it’s a big, strange world.

They turn their attention back to the ghostly figures, poking one of them with the tip of their finger and trying to comprehend the strange combination of touch-without-touch, the meeting point where their hand seems to disappear into the plane these people existed on but pass no further.

“I am sure they have each other. Networked machines are never alone. It is hard to say if they are happy or unhappy…but they are never alone.” They return their hand to their lap, “I was like them once.”

Pascal’s tone takes a melancholy edge as they speak of the apparitions, but they soon shake it - almost literally, a small ripple running up through their body as their engine jumps - and focus back on Hajime. 

“But not anymore! And now I get to meet people like you!” They nod enthusiastically, “But now I have to ask…are /you/ a person in a suit?” 

Hajime is even more intrigued and delighted by this development. She beams, and she looks over at the figures at Pascal touches one of them, thoughtful and considering. “As long as they have each other,” she agrees. “Then that’s okay. It’s hard to be alone, but if you have someone, you can weather most anything!”

She swings her legs, though the bench is too low for her to manage much before her feet scrape the ground. “Oh, me? Nope!” She beams. “This is me! Hajime! But sometimes I do wear a cool robot suit. It’s cute and pink. But I’m always just me, even in the suit.”

She taps a finger to her chin, then, looking at Pascal with a curious glint in her eyes. “Pascal, are you an alien? If i were at home, I’d guess that you were, but I know this place has people from a loooot of different places.”

He’s not sure where he is, or how he got here, but at least he knows who he is, this time.

And, well, who he is isn’t someone who sits still. He’s someone who investigates, who tests, who discovers! Unfortunately, Sento’s been side-stepping people for a while now, and he hasn’t been able to discover what he’s looking for, specifically.

He’s on some kind of shopping street, but there’s nothing to suggest these shops will have what he’s looking for.

He rubs at his hair absently, agitated. Usually he would ask - Aha! Maybe she would have an idea? She seems like a girl who knows what she’s doing.

“I don’t know about a library... but I think there’s a bookstore somewhere on this street! I remember passing it. It was...” She turns in a complete circle before she decides, and then she smiles and she grabs the young man’s wrist with her free hand. “This way!”

“You always know what to say.”

He said it somewhat as a joke, not fully understanding her metaphor at the moment. Sometimes it took him a while to really get it, but that’s the price to pay when you live a self-absorbed life.

“Many people here, they’re from the old city. They know what I’ve done, to them and those they care about. Their grudges continue, and it isn’t like I can blame them. They deserve it at the least, since I don’t think anyone has hopes of me being imprisoned or given judgement for what I’ve done.”

It then hits him.

“Say, Hajime. Let me tell you about someone I… used to be friends with. She’s here in the city, but I’m… I don’t wish to bother her with my presence. Her name is Bunji. She’s a very good person, like you, who hopes to learn and grow alongside the world. She has, faced many terrible things, in her life. I believe the two of you could work wonders together. If you ever meet her, she is, about this tall.”

Ah.

“Also she has rabbit ears.”

“Mm, no, you can’t really blame them. A person will feel what they feel-- and it’s important to think about people’s feelings! Like I said...” she says sagely. “Ba-bam. Touching a billion people with an action.”

She continues to walk at an easy, casual pace with him, hand wrapped around two of his fingers. “Oh? She sounds interesting. Why don’t you talk to her anymore?” Hajime looks up at him. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, though!”

...Wait a second.

“Rabbit ears?!” She looks utterly delighted and shocked all at the same time.

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[ text; ] i need help.

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[ text; ] i got a dog!!!!! I GOT A DOG!!!!

[ text; ] please let me come over and pet your dog?

[ text; ] anyway i’m bleeding, like, really badly. no worries though i’m good

[ text; ] i love death and dying

[ text; ] i fucked up. i fucked up really badly.

[ text; ] I BROKE EVERYTHING

[ text; ] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[ text; ] don’t freak out but i’m in the hospital.

[ text; ] leave me alone.

[ text; ] i said not to talk to me.

[ text; ] QUICK WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SONG

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[ text; ] this might be the last text i ever send you.

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[ text; ] i’m sorry.

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[ text; ] i’m playing club penguin and you wouldn’t believe the shit these 9 year olds are saying to me

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[ text; ] i’m so worried please text back please please please

[ text; ] ‘i don’t drink coffee,’ i say, before chugging an entire pot of it

[ text; ] what would happen if i just, like, downed seven five-hour energies. does that equal 35 hours of energy

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[ text; ] it’s 3 am and i can’t sleep

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed