#tripflare

Of course, she's wanted to feel anything as long as what she's feeling isn't dead inside for a long, long time now, but having gone back to being bored she now can't tell which would be worse. Oh, but this world is cruel to her. Yeah. What else is new? For right now, she's just...hanging at the scrapyard with a combination of household cleaning supplies and more serious chemicals stolen from that research tower. If they made it so easy for her, after all, why not take it?

As for what she's doing with these materials, she's taking it along with scrap and junk she finds in the yard and using it to construct bombs. Time bombs, short fuse, short enough that she can set the timer, toss it a safe distance and listen to it blow. It keeps the boredom at bay.

What? You think this is going to help anything? Freak. Mylo's voice hisses out in her head, prompting her to squeeze her eyes shut, grit her teeth and smack a balled fist against her head a few times. Shut up. Shut up, Mylo. She grabs another bomb she's constructed, something resembling that old defective Mouser prototype a young girl from the undercity once built, and winds it up before tossing it out.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Boom. Mylo's voice fades from her head as she watches the smoke billow up from the explosion, for the moment. She's focused enough on that, that she doesn't hear anyone coming up behind her.

Welcome to The Chronolium, Lio Fotia.

Whisperwood has sponsored you, thus you awaken in WW-05.

Stay safe, and make yourself at home.

your hiatus will be noted.

Hifumi was a pretty social person, just by nature. Without his usual job, well...it meant he had a lot less opportunities to socialize. It wasn’t a guaranteed nightly thing anymore, opposed to something he had to go actively seek out. Well, it wasn’t any different than usual, honestly, given he’d likely be wearing his jacket. 

But, it seemed like his luck hadn’t run out yet. A window of opportunity appeared before him in the form of some sort of a social night hosted by one of the bars he had begun to frequent - an outing to a theatre. 

And not a movie theatre but, like...a theatre theatre. An old timey one where stageplays would be held, like Romeo and Juliet. Actually...did that play exist here? This wasn’t his sort of thing, but hey! It was an opportunity to meet people and maybe have a chance to distance himself enough from any girls that might show up so he could talk without needing to rely on his host mode.

So, he showed up around the time the play was supposed to start, sitting off towards the back side with his jacket slung neatly over his arm - it looked like a few other people had the same idea to sit towards the back, but it didn’t seem like he’d need to toss his jacket on because of it. All around, it seemed like a good situation!

...until the play actually started and he realized he couldn’t hear a thing the performers were saying. Bummer! He could just see them moving around, but had no clue what the context to their actions were. Maybe he could just...imagine something?

...nah, that wasn’t fun. At least...it wasn’t fun alone. So, Hifumi being as smart as he was, leaned over to someone seated nearby without any concern for if they wanted to be spoken to, and offered this concept.

@tripflare sent;

🎤 or wait fuck i just properly digested what the prompt is ummm "hhholidays and vacation"?

“What’s that, now? Did you have a bad day, flesh creature?”

@tripflare​ sent;

❝ do you think i’m trying to trick you with reverse psychology? ❞

portal starters

"..?" frankly, Clive didn't expect that question, let alone this straightforward. He'd stare at first, merely to have it sink in, before asking eventually — "Well, are you?"

"Reverse psychology is essentially challenging someone's sense of freedom," started. "It works under the assumption that, if you set limits on what someone should or shouldn't do, they'd feel more inclined to do the opposite to not only prove you wrong, but resist what you've set, because they've registered it as an attack, rather than a suggestion to take to heart. Hence, setting limits around the wanted outcome, would theoretically lead them to do precisely that. But— there's a reason why it counts as manipulation."

"It isn't based on proper communication. After all, it's expecting both sides to behave in a manner that'd sabotage any healthy interaction, with one lying about what's desired, while the other deliberately does the opposite of what they're told, solely for the sake of appearing rebellious or tough — rather than when these traits actually matter, ironically enough."

Shrugging a tad, "honesty has no place in this. What's worse, is when you account in other bullshit people pull, like reverse-reverse psychology, or similar nonsense— it's, it's a rabbit hole filled with misunderstandings, prone to backfire. Though, that's the same with all forms of manipulation, isn't it? They're rabbit holes. Malicious, rarely ending well."

"..." good job, Clive. You're rambling again.

@tripflare​ sent;

“This is the power that the humans feared.”

undertale starters

"From the... Burnish, right?"

Clive listened attentively, relatively certain that they weren't one to usually talk this freely about themselves, or rather, their background. & even if they were; curiosity had him locked to the conversation — the apprehension from the initial rhetorical question regarding their lighter has eased by now, his earlier inquiry long forgotten ever since the topic has strayed far from it.

"They feared these new abilities, and thus systematically oppressed and ostracized everyone with them without a second thought..." to be deliberately segregated, treated as inferior, discriminated, while the general public blindly takes whatever distorted narrative they're given...