Send 🌋 and my muse will blurt out the first thing that comes to mind when they see your muse
“Hmmm...I keep thinking about how they kinda look like twins. Also if they’re ghosts, I wonder if they can turn invisible! I wish I could be invisible! That’s like the best super power ever!”
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X opened his eyes, staring up at the empty black sky. Not the dark, dark, dark blue of nighttime, even with a full cloudy overcast. Solid, unforgiving black. No stars.
He blinks, and sits up despite his spine’s soft creaking in protest.
His breath is warm- too warm- against the insides of his lungs, and the space around him feels thick with it.
Despite all the tiny aches that crawl across his form like bugs, he manages to stand with a bit of effort.
Walking comes slowly, each step a titanic effort that slowly, step by step by step along some unseen path, fades into the background.
The overbearing warm smog still flutters loose from him lungs in waves, shifting around him and clinging to his shoulders and back. It refused to let go, and over time, it too faded into the uncomfortable white noise.
He walks, for long enough that keeping track of time here seems to draw impossibly like a candle draws stray moths. Slowly, painfully, terminally.
There are trees here. Lining the path some, but growing in larger and denser clumps the further one may stray from the path- which continued to evade his sight- until the thicket grew continuous and close enough to constitute a forest.
Their leaves were the same color as the semi-tangible sky here, which left a spine-chilling sensation of a low ceiling, almost ready to cave in and fall, if not for the numerous columns of bark and kindling holding up the darkness- to the point that it had been woven into their very being.
In the distance of the underbrush and deep, lonely fog, he could hear countless footsteps crunching down on the fallen leaves, trudging through the thicket beyond what he could see.
From some of the low-hanging branches, hollow forms without feature were hanged, their nooses sleek, silvery and without blemish. From other branches, strings of the same color hung limp, looping wide and ends dangling into the underbrush.
He found himself unable to look upon those still, limp figures for long, thus he turned his gaze to the path immediately in front of him and trudged onwards.
It was another timeless pilgrimage of turns and hesitant peaks upward before he caught movement from the corner of his eye.
As much fun as Blues had been having with haunting random people, something needed to be done to fix the situation. That, or he at least needed to know how to be a ghost if he was stuck as one for good. There weren’t many options in this case. Most people he knew were robots themselves, and robots were possibly the least qualified to know about spirits or the afterlife. Who has ever heard of a robot dying? A robotic ghost just wasn’t something that happened before. At least, that’s what Google said.
His options of humans were limited as well. Blues had his own reasons for not befriending many humans. The small portion that he did know were probably unqualified anyway.
Besides humans and robots, he was left with probably the most obvious choices. Informant was... Well, he wasn’t sure what Informant was, but he seemed to know about death or something like that. Blues scratched his head as he walked. Maybe he should have payed more attention to everything the kid was saying.
And then there was Russell.
Everyone always complained about how Blues was hard to find. Whenever the time arises where he was needed, he is either there or he isn’t. That was all there was to it. The prototype had never been bothered by this, but he was beginning to understand why everyone else would be.
Sighing, he plopped down on the park bench. He’s wandered around most of the reclusive areas in the city, and there had been no sign of the ghost. People walked by him as if they didn’t see him, just as they had done to Russell the day he met him.
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“I wish... I wasn’t useless. The function I was made to do- there’s no way I could do it, but I wish I could’ve.”
👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone
“It’s just that- In an attempt to- well I... shot my sister. I didn’t mean to! I was aiming for.... for my brother... I-”
☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps
“I’m technically suppose to be dead, but most forget that. I mean, according to the government I should be in that robot museum. Luckily staying off the charts and not plastering my face on every billboard like some robots has let me live mostly in peace. Every once in a while someone tries to ‘find out where the missing robot is’ for fun or whatever.”
🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse
“Info is nice n’ all but I wish I could make him tell me everything going on. I mean, kid comes outta nowhere, isn’t human... Has a ghost doppelganger? Something is up, but I dunno how to get answers without scaring him off. I guess... I just gotta be patient.:
😳 ; What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.
It’s not common that one stays active for long, but I’ve always wanted to do a thread with Dr. Light. Despite rping Blues for years now, I’ve never gotten to do a thread with someone who plays Light. I think it’d be a ton of fun and super interesting, though
🙄 ; What are your biggest pet peeves when it comes to tumblr?
8′D when it EATS MY REPLIES... It’s happened too often before. I type out an entire reply, tumblr dies and refreshes, and everything I typed was lost. It’s usually easier to type a second time, but twice as annoying
😀 ; Do you enjoy your interactions and rp community?
Yes of course! If I didn’t enjoy my interactions, then I wouldn’t be here. I don’t rp with folks who are bad at rping, after all
Blues was in deep shit this time. It’s true that he’s messed up before, but those were just minor slip ups. Technically this was a minor mistake as well, but one that got out of hand.
It started off simple enough, as quick trip to the city to buy a few supplies. Roll was complaining lately of broom getting too old, or maybe it was a mop. The details were foggy, but his intentions were good.
As Blues got into his casual clothing and teleported into the city, he took notice of his energy levels. Low, but enough to teleport in, do some supply shopping, and head back home. He could use the walk home; the past few day has been nothing but sitting in the house. He strolled into the store, a small beep coming from the sliding doors to indicate a customer. The store itself wasn’t busy, but there was an odd atmosphere to it. The way the cashier was staring at him rubbed him the wrong way. Despite the fact that she was nothing more than an old lady, it sent a shiver down his back. He made a beeline for the cleaning aisle, getting out of her view as fast as possible.
Being out of her view should be making him relax, but it didn’t. Shopping usually didn’t bother him, but as he walked up and down the cleaning aisle the anxiety in his stomach quickly grew. He shouldn’t be here. There wasn’t a clear way to explain why, but the feeling was too strong. He wasn’t one to ignore his gut, and this time was no exception.
Deciding the broom or mop or whatever the hell it was could wait for the next store, he quickly made his way towards the door. As he passed the cashier she hung up the phone, and refused to make eye contact with him. His eyes widened from under his shades. She recognized him and, more importantly, ratted him out.
Immediately he attempted to teleport, was met with a [Action cannot be complete: Low battery] message. He glared at the old lady before darting out of the door and into the streets. Just as their service promised, the military robots took no time to teleport to the location. Five blasters were pointed directly at him.
“DLN-000, You are under arrest for going out of the system, working with Wily, multiple reports of property damage, vandalism-” They kept going but that was where Blues stopped listening.
This was fine, he’ll just change into his armor, destroy these guys, and- [Action cannot be complete: Low battery]
“You gotta be shitting me!” As if on cue, a round of shots were fired at him.
That lead him to where he was now. Running through the alleys of the city to lose the No Fun Police, which happened to be the actual police, after severely over estimating how much fuel was actually in his tank. He didn’t have to heart to run through the crowds and put people into danger.
However... Getting out of here would be less stressful if not for the constant notification popping up in his head.
[Power saving mode recommended]
[Sleep mode recommended]
[Low battery]
[Low battery]
Now what? He was screwed, that’s what. He jumped over boxes, kicked over trash cans, and climbed fences as the hope an idea would come was slowly losing him. The lower his battery life was the lower his will to continue this became. Would getting caught and deactivated really be the worst thing?