β Hello? Apologies, this device I've found is quite foreign to me, so forgive me for any inaccuraties. I... traditionally do not give out my name, but since I heavily doubt anybody would recognize.. me... it is Rtar. Formerly known as The Gatekeeper, though none would probably recognise that, haha.
I've been... wandering, for the lack of a better word, on the Overworld for awhile now. Things don't seem to be doing quite well down here either, it seems. I was hoping to find survivors, though maybe I shouldn't... despite how deserted this place seems to be.
If there's anybody out there, please, tread carefully and quietly. Maybe we'll get to meet eachother someday.β
howdy!! this is an Ask/RP Blog for my Ruined Reality OC. he goes by He/Any btw.
OC looks like this. hav fun :]
Ruined Reality is a YouTube Series made by InfiniteRinzler that is inspired by Favremysabre's Rainbow Quest, in which has rq!Light waking up somewhere completely foreign to him after a fight with a... certain someone, heheh. check it out, it's neat!
sorry if any words/wording is weird, english isn't my first language (β Β΄β Β β .β Β β .Μ«β Β β .β Β β `β )
GUIDELINES
no nsfw, suggestive/flirting is fine but be warned. i doubt she'll be interested in anyone. haven't figured that out yet.
no politics. none of that. this is a silly lil steve blog. cease.
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Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
There's a small, tired sigh that escapes their lips. Their body still tense, although their grip has relaxed slightly. Beneath its hood, their ears twitched, listening, watching.
β I truly hope so..β
Hisβ their voice.. there's an odd, bubbling dread.
He can't bear the thought of watching them all crumble like her people again.
Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
The stranger became visibly startled at the sudden voice, instinctively hiding further into the woods. Or, well, more accuratelyβ making themselves smaller as to be less likely to be seen.
There's a small, bit of silence, before they spoke. Its sound echoing, not loud, quiet evenβ yet it seems like the very air begs it to be heard. Their voice is.. cautious, weary. It shakes just the slightest bit.
β ... Ah. That explains why I haven't found anyone. β
Abandoned and ruined structures were not new to them, not when it was the first things it saw as it came to the Overworld. Lifeless building broken from unknown forces or untouched but overgrown due to its lack of use.
In a way, it was comforting, because no one would find them. And yet, that very comfort. is one it dreads the most. To never be found
β If... you're here, then. There's still people here too, aren't there? I apologize, it's been... months? Since I've last seen a living soul. β
Oh, but they already know the answers to that, don't they? So many soul signatures, more then what they saw in all its time roaming in the Overworld. Time is finicky, they're not used to it.
They tilted their head, theyβve met many on the road before but this was new..they havenβt heard that one before. βIβm simply coming in to visit the kingdom. A scout I suppose? The other people are off in that kingdoms just down that a way.β They flicked their tail to point down the path.
Slowly, they moved into view, each step stumbling and limping, as if they're not used to the ground beneath the.. oh. They don't have a leg, that's why. Both of their hands firmly held onto the tree, its headβ or hood, more accurately, turning to face where their tail flicked towards.
β That way...? I must've been blind, to have missed it so easily... β
... They don't sound that energetic, to say the least. Exhausted, disappointed. Must've been quite awhile of just roaming only to be told they went the wrong way.
βWell itβs not really meant to be obvious, the red Steveβs are very introverted cultural-β
The micro feathers on their tail seemed to bristle with sudden worry at the sight of the others- LACK of a leg. βAre- are you okay??β They took a carful yet quick step forward. Hands put out to try and help the other walk if needs be.
The stranger looks, way too close to falling over then they should be. Trying to move their only leg to balance itself without completely losing said balance, mainly using the tree as assistance. They're... not even attempting to stand without it.
Good news is that there doesn't seem to be any blood, so it's not actively bleeding, meaning no open wounds that may be a problem. But that seems to be the end of it.
β I am in no mortal danger. It.. had been this way for quite awhile now, I apologize for startling you.
The...Red Steves, was it? They wouldn't mind a visitor, would they? β
There's a small, quiet chuckle from the cloaked stranger. It sounded more so to reassure themselves then the scout.
β It would be nice to see a lively kingdom. Perhaps even a place to rest... ah, or not. It would be rude to intrude. β
βThey- no theyβd have you. Theyβre fairly welcoming to new comers..maybe thereβs someone there who could make you a crutch- or a prosthetic if you want..?β They took another step forward, holding an arm out to the hooded Steve who seemed to be struggling with the lack of balance.
βHere, lean on me. I can help walk you into the kingdomβ They also just wanted to keep their distance away from the forest..feeling a sense of unease when looking into the trees.
The strangers's voice trails off, as if the idea was entirely new to them. Its "head" snapped towards the other Steve as they stepped closer, their gaze lingering on the arm held out for them, taking a moment to think.
Eventually, the hooded steve reaches out and held onto the scout's arm, letting go of the tree completely and leaning onto them instead. It's... a lot lighter then a normal steve should be.
... In better lighting, their hands are blue, with indigo nails. A sharp contrast to their cloak. It looks scarred, how long have they been out here?
They gave a short smile to the other. βYou can call me Calamity, Cal for short.β Calamity readjusted the Steve so they where leaning against Cals side. Supporting the weight of the hoodied figure.
An event that can bring heavy misfortune to both innocent and guilty parties alike, uncaring of those who stand in its way. A series of dominoes falling all at once.
What an admirable name to choose.
The steve lets the other readjust them, resting more comfortably by their side. They seem a little more prepared to be moving.
βRtar..like star? But with an R?β Calamity questioned, beginning to walk away from the forest and towards the kingdom.
The two passing by the βabandonedβ farmhouse Calamity had pointed out earlier. The space felt empty, almost soulless in a wayβ¦something horrible had happened there recently but..what?
The steve did their best to keep up, their head turning to look around themselves, searching, watching. The Farmhouse, empty and desolated, it reminds them of the town where it once was. Everyone has left, one way or another.
β ...I suppose you wouldn't have a clue as to what had happened here. β
Its detection has been.. rusty, after all this time, with only itself around.
And the...
Ah, but that's neither here or there.
βNot fully..talk among traders in other towns are speaking of something lurking in the woods. A beast? Something dark thatβs scaring the red guard and the king..β
They spoke with a quiet tone, as if afraid to speak too loud. Like whatever was roaming those woods could hear them..it wasnβt a great sign.
βSteveβs have been vanishing from their homes for about a month now..β
The Steve's voice matched their tone, a gentle whisper against the wind, almost lost within it. There's worry, in itβ yet it doesn't say anymore.
How strange. It feels as through they're holding onto Calamity a little bit tighter in response. Not enough to be suffocating, just enough to be noticeable. Looks like they're keeping a frequent watch around them.
Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
The stranger became visibly startled at the sudden voice, instinctively hiding further into the woods. Or, well, more accuratelyβ making themselves smaller as to be less likely to be seen.
There's a small, bit of silence, before they spoke. Its sound echoing, not loud, quiet evenβ yet it seems like the very air begs it to be heard. Their voice is.. cautious, weary. It shakes just the slightest bit.
β ... Ah. That explains why I haven't found anyone. β
Abandoned and ruined structures were not new to them, not when it was the first things it saw as it came to the Overworld. Lifeless building broken from unknown forces or untouched but overgrown due to its lack of use.
In a way, it was comforting, because no one would find them. And yet, that very comfort. is one it dreads the most. To never be found
β If... you're here, then. There's still people here too, aren't there? I apologize, it's been... months? Since I've last seen a living soul. β
Oh, but they already know the answers to that, don't they? So many soul signatures, more then what they saw in all its time roaming in the Overworld. Time is finicky, they're not used to it.
They tilted their head, theyβve met many on the road before but this was new..they havenβt heard that one before. βIβm simply coming in to visit the kingdom. A scout I suppose? The other people are off in that kingdoms just down that a way.β They flicked their tail to point down the path.
Slowly, they moved into view, each step stumbling and limping, as if they're not used to the ground beneath the.. oh. They don't have a leg, that's why. Both of their hands firmly held onto the tree, its headβ or hood, more accurately, turning to face where their tail flicked towards.
β That way...? I must've been blind, to have missed it so easily... β
... They don't sound that energetic, to say the least. Exhausted, disappointed. Must've been quite awhile of just roaming only to be told they went the wrong way.
βWell itβs not really meant to be obvious, the red Steveβs are very introverted cultural-β
The micro feathers on their tail seemed to bristle with sudden worry at the sight of the others- LACK of a leg. βAre- are you okay??β They took a carful yet quick step forward. Hands put out to try and help the other walk if needs be.
The stranger looks, way too close to falling over then they should be. Trying to move their only leg to balance itself without completely losing said balance, mainly using the tree as assistance. They're... not even attempting to stand without it.
Good news is that there doesn't seem to be any blood, so it's not actively bleeding, meaning no open wounds that may be a problem. But that seems to be the end of it.
β I am in no mortal danger. It.. had been this way for quite awhile now, I apologize for startling you.
The...Red Steves, was it? They wouldn't mind a visitor, would they? β
There's a small, quiet chuckle from the cloaked stranger. It sounded more so to reassure themselves then the scout.
β It would be nice to see a lively kingdom. Perhaps even a place to rest... ah, or not. It would be rude to intrude. β
βThey- no theyβd have you. Theyβre fairly welcoming to new comers..maybe thereβs someone there who could make you a crutch- or a prosthetic if you want..?β They took another step forward, holding an arm out to the hooded Steve who seemed to be struggling with the lack of balance.
βHere, lean on me. I can help walk you into the kingdomβ They also just wanted to keep their distance away from the forest..feeling a sense of unease when looking into the trees.
The strangers's voice trails off, as if the idea was entirely new to them. Its "head" snapped towards the other Steve as they stepped closer, their gaze lingering on the arm held out for them, taking a moment to think.
Eventually, the hooded steve reaches out and held onto the scout's arm, letting go of the tree completely and leaning onto them instead. It's... a lot lighter then a normal steve should be.
... In better lighting, their hands are blue, with indigo nails. A sharp contrast to their cloak. It looks scarred, how long have they been out here?
They gave a short smile to the other. βYou can call me Calamity, Cal for short.β Calamity readjusted the Steve so they where leaning against Cals side. Supporting the weight of the hoodied figure.
An event that can bring heavy misfortune to both innocent and guilty parties alike, uncaring of those who stand in its way. A series of dominoes falling all at once.
What an admirable name to choose.
The steve lets the other readjust them, resting more comfortably by their side. They seem a little more prepared to be moving.
βRtar..like star? But with an R?β Calamity questioned, beginning to walk away from the forest and towards the kingdom.
The two passing by the βabandonedβ farmhouse Calamity had pointed out earlier. The space felt empty, almost soulless in a wayβ¦something horrible had happened there recently but..what?
The steve did their best to keep up, their head turning to look around themselves, searching, watching. The Farmhouse, empty and desolated, it reminds them of the town where it once was. Everyone has left, one way or another.
β ...I suppose you wouldn't have a clue as to what had happened here. β
Its detection has been.. rusty, after all this time, with only itself around.
And the...
Ah, but that's neither here or there.
Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
The stranger became visibly startled at the sudden voice, instinctively hiding further into the woods. Or, well, more accuratelyβ making themselves smaller as to be less likely to be seen.
There's a small, bit of silence, before they spoke. Its sound echoing, not loud, quiet evenβ yet it seems like the very air begs it to be heard. Their voice is.. cautious, weary. It shakes just the slightest bit.
β ... Ah. That explains why I haven't found anyone. β
Abandoned and ruined structures were not new to them, not when it was the first things it saw as it came to the Overworld. Lifeless building broken from unknown forces or untouched but overgrown due to its lack of use.
In a way, it was comforting, because no one would find them. And yet, that very comfort. is one it dreads the most. To never be found
β If... you're here, then. There's still people here too, aren't there? I apologize, it's been... months? Since I've last seen a living soul. β
Oh, but they already know the answers to that, don't they? So many soul signatures, more then what they saw in all its time roaming in the Overworld. Time is finicky, they're not used to it.
They tilted their head, theyβve met many on the road before but this was new..they havenβt heard that one before. βIβm simply coming in to visit the kingdom. A scout I suppose? The other people are off in that kingdoms just down that a way.β They flicked their tail to point down the path.
Slowly, they moved into view, each step stumbling and limping, as if they're not used to the ground beneath the.. oh. They don't have a leg, that's why. Both of their hands firmly held onto the tree, its headβ or hood, more accurately, turning to face where their tail flicked towards.
β That way...? I must've been blind, to have missed it so easily... β
... They don't sound that energetic, to say the least. Exhausted, disappointed. Must've been quite awhile of just roaming only to be told they went the wrong way.
βWell itβs not really meant to be obvious, the red Steveβs are very introverted cultural-β
The micro feathers on their tail seemed to bristle with sudden worry at the sight of the others- LACK of a leg. βAre- are you okay??β They took a carful yet quick step forward. Hands put out to try and help the other walk if needs be.
The stranger looks, way too close to falling over then they should be. Trying to move their only leg to balance itself without completely losing said balance, mainly using the tree as assistance. They're... not even attempting to stand without it.
Good news is that there doesn't seem to be any blood, so it's not actively bleeding, meaning no open wounds that may be a problem. But that seems to be the end of it.
β I am in no mortal danger. It.. had been this way for quite awhile now, I apologize for startling you.
The...Red Steves, was it? They wouldn't mind a visitor, would they? β
There's a small, quiet chuckle from the cloaked stranger. It sounded more so to reassure themselves then the scout.
β It would be nice to see a lively kingdom. Perhaps even a place to rest... ah, or not. It would be rude to intrude. β
βThey- no theyβd have you. Theyβre fairly welcoming to new comers..maybe thereβs someone there who could make you a crutch- or a prosthetic if you want..?β They took another step forward, holding an arm out to the hooded Steve who seemed to be struggling with the lack of balance.
βHere, lean on me. I can help walk you into the kingdomβ They also just wanted to keep their distance away from the forest..feeling a sense of unease when looking into the trees.
The strangers's voice trails off, as if the idea was entirely new to them. Its "head" snapped towards the other Steve as they stepped closer, their gaze lingering on the arm held out for them, taking a moment to think.
Eventually, the hooded steve reaches out and held onto the scout's arm, letting go of the tree completely and leaning onto them instead. It's... a lot lighter then a normal steve should be.
... In better lighting, their hands are blue, with indigo nails. A sharp contrast to their cloak. It looks scarred, how long have they been out here?
They gave a short smile to the other. βYou can call me Calamity, Cal for short.β Calamity readjusted the Steve so they where leaning against Cals side. Supporting the weight of the hoodied figure.
An event that can bring heavy misfortune to both innocent and guilty parties alike, uncaring of those who stand in its way. A series of dominoes falling all at once.
What an admirable name to choose.
The steve lets the other readjust them, resting more comfortably by their side. They seem a little more prepared to be moving.
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Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
The stranger became visibly startled at the sudden voice, instinctively hiding further into the woods. Or, well, more accuratelyβ making themselves smaller as to be less likely to be seen.
There's a small, bit of silence, before they spoke. Its sound echoing, not loud, quiet evenβ yet it seems like the very air begs it to be heard. Their voice is.. cautious, weary. It shakes just the slightest bit.
β ... Ah. That explains why I haven't found anyone. β
Abandoned and ruined structures were not new to them, not when it was the first things it saw as it came to the Overworld. Lifeless building broken from unknown forces or untouched but overgrown due to its lack of use.
In a way, it was comforting, because no one would find them. And yet, that very comfort. is one it dreads the most. To never be found
β If... you're here, then. There's still people here too, aren't there? I apologize, it's been... months? Since I've last seen a living soul. β
Oh, but they already know the answers to that, don't they? So many soul signatures, more then what they saw in all its time roaming in the Overworld. Time is finicky, they're not used to it.
They tilted their head, theyβve met many on the road before but this was new..they havenβt heard that one before. βIβm simply coming in to visit the kingdom. A scout I suppose? The other people are off in that kingdoms just down that a way.β They flicked their tail to point down the path.
Slowly, they moved into view, each step stumbling and limping, as if they're not used to the ground beneath the.. oh. They don't have a leg, that's why. Both of their hands firmly held onto the tree, its headβ or hood, more accurately, turning to face where their tail flicked towards.
β That way...? I must've been blind, to have missed it so easily... β
... They don't sound that energetic, to say the least. Exhausted, disappointed. Must've been quite awhile of just roaming only to be told they went the wrong way.
βWell itβs not really meant to be obvious, the red Steveβs are very introverted cultural-β
The micro feathers on their tail seemed to bristle with sudden worry at the sight of the others- LACK of a leg. βAre- are you okay??β They took a carful yet quick step forward. Hands put out to try and help the other walk if needs be.
The stranger looks, way too close to falling over then they should be. Trying to move their only leg to balance itself without completely losing said balance, mainly using the tree as assistance. They're... not even attempting to stand without it.
Good news is that there doesn't seem to be any blood, so it's not actively bleeding, meaning no open wounds that may be a problem. But that seems to be the end of it.
β I am in no mortal danger. It.. had been this way for quite awhile now, I apologize for startling you.
The...Red Steves, was it? They wouldn't mind a visitor, would they? β
There's a small, quiet chuckle from the cloaked stranger. It sounded more so to reassure themselves then the scout.
β It would be nice to see a lively kingdom. Perhaps even a place to rest... ah, or not. It would be rude to intrude. β
βThey- no theyβd have you. Theyβre fairly welcoming to new comers..maybe thereβs someone there who could make you a crutch- or a prosthetic if you want..?β They took another step forward, holding an arm out to the hooded Steve who seemed to be struggling with the lack of balance.
βHere, lean on me. I can help walk you into the kingdomβ They also just wanted to keep their distance away from the forest..feeling a sense of unease when looking into the trees.
The strangers's voice trails off, as if the idea was entirely new to them. Its "head" snapped towards the other Steve as they stepped closer, their gaze lingering on the arm held out for them, taking a moment to think.
Eventually, the hooded steve reaches out and held onto the scout's arm, letting go of the tree completely and leaning onto them instead. It's... a lot lighter then a normal steve should be.
... In better lighting, their hands are blue, with indigo nails. A sharp contrast to their cloak. It looks scarred, how long have they been out here?
Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
The stranger became visibly startled at the sudden voice, instinctively hiding further into the woods. Or, well, more accuratelyβ making themselves smaller as to be less likely to be seen.
There's a small, bit of silence, before they spoke. Its sound echoing, not loud, quiet evenβ yet it seems like the very air begs it to be heard. Their voice is.. cautious, weary. It shakes just the slightest bit.
β ... Ah. That explains why I haven't found anyone. β
Abandoned and ruined structures were not new to them, not when it was the first things it saw as it came to the Overworld. Lifeless building broken from unknown forces or untouched but overgrown due to its lack of use.
In a way, it was comforting, because no one would find them. And yet, that very comfort. is one it dreads the most. To never be found
β If... you're here, then. There's still people here too, aren't there? I apologize, it's been... months? Since I've last seen a living soul. β
Oh, but they already know the answers to that, don't they? So many soul signatures, more then what they saw in all its time roaming in the Overworld. Time is finicky, they're not used to it.
They tilted their head, theyβve met many on the road before but this was new..they havenβt heard that one before. βIβm simply coming in to visit the kingdom. A scout I suppose? The other people are off in that kingdoms just down that a way.β They flicked their tail to point down the path.
Slowly, they moved into view, each step stumbling and limping, as if they're not used to the ground beneath the.. oh. They don't have a leg, that's why. Both of their hands firmly held onto the tree, its headβ or hood, more accurately, turning to face where their tail flicked towards.
β That way...? I must've been blind, to have missed it so easily... β
... They don't sound that energetic, to say the least. Exhausted, disappointed. Must've been quite awhile of just roaming only to be told they went the wrong way.
βWell itβs not really meant to be obvious, the red Steveβs are very introverted cultural-β
The micro feathers on their tail seemed to bristle with sudden worry at the sight of the others- LACK of a leg. βAre- are you okay??β They took a carful yet quick step forward. Hands put out to try and help the other walk if needs be.
The stranger looks, way too close to falling over then they should be. Trying to move their only leg to balance itself without completely losing said balance, mainly using the tree as assistance. They're... not even attempting to stand without it.
Good news is that there doesn't seem to be any blood, so it's not actively bleeding, meaning no open wounds that may be a problem. But that seems to be the end of it.
β I am in no mortal danger. It.. had been this way for quite awhile now, I apologize for startling you.
The...Red Steves, was it? They wouldn't mind a visitor, would they? β
There's a small, quiet chuckle from the cloaked stranger. It sounded more so to reassure themselves then the scout.
β It would be nice to see a lively kingdom. Perhaps even a place to rest... ah, or not. It would be rude to intrude. β
Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
The stranger became visibly startled at the sudden voice, instinctively hiding further into the woods. Or, well, more accuratelyβ making themselves smaller as to be less likely to be seen.
There's a small, bit of silence, before they spoke. Its sound echoing, not loud, quiet evenβ yet it seems like the very air begs it to be heard. Their voice is.. cautious, weary. It shakes just the slightest bit.
β ... Ah. That explains why I haven't found anyone. β
Abandoned and ruined structures were not new to them, not when it was the first things it saw as it came to the Overworld. Lifeless building broken from unknown forces or untouched but overgrown due to its lack of use.
In a way, it was comforting, because no one would find them. And yet, that very comfort. is one it dreads the most. To never be found
β If... you're here, then. There's still people here too, aren't there? I apologize, it's been... months? Since I've last seen a living soul. β
Oh, but they already know the answers to that, don't they? So many soul signatures, more then what they saw in all its time roaming in the Overworld. Time is finicky, they're not used to it.
They tilted their head, theyβve met many on the road before but this was new..they havenβt heard that one before. βIβm simply coming in to visit the kingdom. A scout I suppose? The other people are off in that kingdoms just down that a way.β They flicked their tail to point down the path.
Slowly, they moved into view, each step stumbling and limping, as if they're not used to the ground beneath the.. oh. They don't have a leg, that's why. Both of their hands firmly held onto the tree, its headβ or hood, more accurately, turning to face where their tail flicked towards.
β That way...? I must've been blind, to have missed it so easily... β
... They don't sound that energetic, to say the least. Exhausted, disappointed. Must've been quite awhile of just roaming only to be told they went the wrong way.
Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
The stranger became visibly startled at the sudden voice, instinctively hiding further into the woods. Or, well, more accuratelyβ making themselves smaller as to be less likely to be seen.
There's a small, bit of silence, before they spoke. Its sound echoing, not loud, quiet evenβ yet it seems like the very air begs it to be heard. Their voice is.. cautious, weary. It shakes just the slightest bit.
β ... Ah. That explains why I haven't found anyone. β
Abandoned and ruined structures were not new to them, not when it was the first things it saw as it came to the Overworld. Lifeless building broken from unknown forces or untouched but overgrown due to its lack of use.
In a way, it was comforting, because no one would find them. And yet, that very comfort. is one it dreads the most. To never be found
β If... you're here, then. There's still people here too, aren't there? I apologize, it's been... months? Since I've last seen a living soul. β
Oh, but they already know the answers to that, don't they? So many soul signatures, more then what they saw in all its time roaming in the Overworld. Time is finicky, they're not used to it.
my beloved rtar who i have not touched in YEARS... also yes she has a blog it's @/thereisnoworldbeyond :]
ruined reality oc i made while season 1 was goin' on so for now that's where he'll forever be... it's been so long since ah've checked up on the steve series fandom ah haven't even watched season 2 of rr fully, or rainbow quest, or steve saga. or legend of the balancers.
i used to watch all lotb episodes but now... :(
i miss them. biast is still holdin' me hostage but i wanna try and write Rtar again. my favourite blue n' indigo steve who's now alone......
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Outside the golden gates, a stranger stands hidden within the dense woods. Barely hidden behind a tree, their form concealed within a light blueish gray cloak. They stand awkwardly. Hesitant. Unsure if they should approach, or return to their endless wandering.
β ΒΏ??? [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
βI wouldnβt recommend standing in those woods strangerβ a voice, with a short accent and calm demeanor retorted from somewhere bordering the woods.
The stranger became visibly startled at the sudden voice, instinctively hiding further into the woods. Or, well, more accuratelyβ making themselves smaller as to be less likely to be seen.
There's a small, bit of silence, before they spoke. Its sound echoing, not loud, quiet evenβ yet it seems like the very air begs it to be heard. Their voice is.. cautious, weary. It shakes just the slightest bit.
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// Pls refer to here for why I am posting this early
" .... Artist told me he finished the final page for our first batch... I told him to take a break.. But.. Might as well post these now..? "
*Sigh
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" 2 "
" 1 "
" Go! " [fake excited tone]
Oddity name: Roast [ No last name ] [ @r0a5t ]
Type & Sub: Red Steve
Info: A red steve found within the "Steve Legends" era [ First Magic era ]. Cannot be found in the scouts log within the Academy Libraries
Found?: N/a [ Tumblr ]
Oddity name: Indigo [ No last name ] [@whydontirememberanything]
Type & Sub: Indigo & Green steve fusion [?]
Info: A steve that is most likely the result of the Dilution Effect. Has amnesia
found?: Prof. red's Laboratory
Name: Rtar [ No last name ] [@thereisnoworldbeyond]
Title: The Gatekeeper
Type & Sub: Blue steve [ Mixed with indigo..? ]
Info: A blue steve that used to be a judge of the World Beyond within their universe. Is one of the last of their kind
found?: Overworld [?]
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" ... Next batch will take a while.. I'm putting Artist on break. "
