Imagination is the Essence of Discovery

one / ( alias / name ): Arthur two / ( date of birth ): November 6 three / ( zodiac sign ): Scorpio four / ( height ): 5′6 five / ( hobbies ):  video games, video editing, obsessing over fictional characters six / ( favorite color ): Purple seven / ( favorite books ): V for Vendetta eight / ( last song listened to ):  Duvet (cyberpunk/synthwave 80s remix) nine / ( last film or show watched ):  Laid To Rest  ten / ( story behind url ): Winston’s quote. “Imagination is the essence of discovery!” eleven / ( inspiration for muse ): Winston is a huge comfort character for me, and watching recall makes me tear up with how optimistic and hopeful for the world he is, no matter how bad things are, they could always be better, we can always make them better.

The moment he is lifted the small gorilla is instantly reaching for Harold’s glasses, forgetting the reason he wanted help getting up in the first place. He plucks them off of Harold's nose and puts them on his own as the music continues. When asked, 28 nods, a bit too excitedly and the glasses fall a bit.

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The young Gorilla tilted his head at the silly man’s antics giggling. He made the same fingerguns, emulated the soft “pew pew” sound, but he fell on his butt when it came to the hip twist. He huffed and watched the old man dance. He wouldn’t have known the dance that he was emulating, since he had never seen the film from which it originated, but he was having a great time just being there. He squealed and clapped his hands in delight as the guitars picked up. He liked when he would play music!

No fair! I wanted to dance too! He made grabby hands at the scientist. 

He bared his teeth and snorted.

The threat was just empty words, it shouldn’t get to him, but he was there when it happened, if he had just gotten up sooner-

No, he couldn’t dwell on what he could have done. Nothing to be done about it now. She was safe, and he would make sure of it.

“I’m sure she has at some point. While the military didn’t think of it as much, it is a mobility device, much like a wheelchair, so I don’t dissuade her from using it as she likes. Besides, if she were to recall, she never would have eaten the cake in the first place, and so she wouldn’t gain any extra weight from more cake.”

Confusion was obvious in his eyes. Who was this? He bared his teeth at the floating man, looking not at Winston, but through him. He was Talon but...Something about that voice brought back memories...

Soft Dutch was murmured as the large hands, almost larger than his own touched his face, gently squishing his cheeks as he cooed in delight. Another voice, his father said something indiscernible, and the man touching his face answered back. He reached up to mimic the gesture, fingers coming to rest on a large forehead, down to a large nose,then higher again to pat art the man’s hair, thin and receding. He squealed in delight at the sensation, when he was suddenly lifted into his father’s arms and away from the large hands. He looked up into his father’s face with glee before Dr. Harold gestured to the other man.

“28? This is my colleague and dear friend....”

“...Dr. De Kuiper?” His said aghast, his eyes filling with slowly mounting horror. His grip on his cannon felt weak, unsure.