#askcybugralph

"She needs more flowers!" Morgannelafae stood on a dais in another dressing room with her daughters: a tiny, silver fairy surrounded by four insectoid behemoths. At the moment, it was difficult to tell that there was anyone even under the colorful pile of petals and glitter. Morgan's eldest, Renate, kept insisting on adding more and more blossoms to the ensemble. Oriole leaned in close, holding a bowl of small, softly glowing pearls. "...I can't find Mom's eyes." "Here." Morgan gestured towards her face. She was humoring her daughters, of course. She may be able to float through the air without loosing a single bauble, but she didn't care to be mistaken for the wedding cake. Much of this would have to be removed soon. Something about this felt...off. More off than things already looked from a bystander's point of view, that is. Who else was supposed to be with the bride in her dressing room? The girls were here, Meliad had had to leave earlier to work on the music--something the fairy had been privately thankful for. As much as Morgan valued the Honey Nymph Queen, Meliad had been fussing over her like a rabid Mothe--- "Mother? Is something wrong?" Morgan glanced up at Oriole's concerned face. Her Mother. Of course, Morgan's Mother couldn't be here. "I am fine, Oriole." 

The Space Cadet chuckles, “You’ve gotta point there.” It could be confusing trying to figure out which Ralph was being talked about or addressed. “Big Red it is, then.” It’d take some getting used to, but it was close enough that it probably wouldn’t take long for it to be second nature to him. It’s been a while since he’s been in the Station with this many people around, in fact, it’s been a long time since he’s seen this amount of people in an area. The past few times he’s been in the Station, he’s been in a hurry or trying to be stealthy, so he had been thankful for the quiet then. Like Big Red, the Space Cadet used to come to the Station often. Most nights, he had only had a few hours, but at least once a week, he had the whole night off. He had taken his wanderings for granted, he can’t remember the last time he was able to or felt like he could move freely around the arcade. He tries to take everything in, but it’s difficult. He’s watching all the other characters, especially the ones closer to them. He’s trying to judge their reactions and if there’s a chance they might turn hostile. He feels a little safer traveling with his friend, but they’ll never be completely safe. When Big Red speaks, he takes a moment to think over his words, then nods, “Yeah… There’s a lotta details in everything, I was always too busy to look at ‘em before…” He was always trying to go somewhere or do something, he had never just enjoyed the Station for what it was. This was the first time he had just taken a walk around here for the sake of walking. The conversation takes on a more somber tone and he picks up on the look his friend gave him. He nods slowly, he understood exactly what the other Ralph was talking about, they were in a similar position, except that, despite all warnings, the Space Cadet had willingly chosen this path. For him, it hadn’t been so bad at first, but then things took a turn for the worst and hadn’t let up until recently. He regretted what he had done, he regretted not listening to his friend’s advice. Now, no amount of ‘I’m sorry’ would fix what had happened. He runs a hand over his hair, “I hear you there, in some ways, havin’ 'freedom’ is worse than not havin’ it at all.” His eyes widen a little when Big Red tells him that the players can choose to have different roles, “Man, that’d be great… Everybody could switch up and nobody’d ever be tired of their job…” It would be near impossible for him to get a job in any other game, aside from Hero’s Duty, even if he wasn’t a Cy-Bug, he was too big and recognizable. If there was a behind the scenes role, maybe he could get away with that, but how would you even go about looking for a new game to take you in?

Junior joins in the calling, “Other King? Queen? Brothers and sisters?”

Opted to redraw one of the first drawings I posted on my rp blog. I've come quite a ways.

Horrible MS Paint Meme - Junior ))

((Thanks so much, I appreciate it! ^_^ Junior's so cute, oh gosh. <3 ))

Just don’t tell him that he gets the jimminy to my jamminy, if’n you catch what I’m droppin’ here.

Hmmm, the transformation could take place after their thread, maybe as they were saying goodbye, then POOF? XD ))