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((Eh... no.
It's taking forever for myself to come up with ideas. Plus, I got into some really bad [DATA EXPUNGED] and won't come home until like 4:40 NZT. (Assuming it takes 10 minutes to get home by car, which it does.)
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A clock zoomed in speed before stopping momentarily. The imaginary clock was never stable after all.
I estimated I spent around 5 minutes sitting down. The whole place looked... cleaner, I guess, but otherwise the same. There were occasional sounds of gunfire and explosions from the east, which was presumably where most the fighting was going on. Airships roamed the sky, free of any distinctive insignias. I waited several more seconds before rubbing my chin, shaking my hand away as it began fusing with it. Despite being composed of amoeba-like cells, I still retained a bit of my old self. Or I thought.
I pressed my back against my wonky and unbalanced seat. I wondered what became of my tail and wings, but it was pretty evident they had sunk into my body to accommodate space. I pretended to yawn, closing my eyes for a second or two...
"You, off my seat." What was about a minute turned out to be just now. I woke (despite not actually sleeping) to find a figure shrouded in light. It was more than obvious that he was annoyed with me.
"If it's yours, you better mark it next time." He made an intimidating advance on me, pulling back when he realised I was getting up. "You don't really need to be like that, you know."
"Ah, heck. I was tellin' you to get off my seat. Sorry about m'attitude." I looked at him as I moved away. He was a dragon, with some feathers on his face as if they were sideburns. Of course, you could tell he was old just by looking at them. His scales were a navy blue colour with light blue on his belly.There weren't really other features to describe, aside from a wing that had been slightly clipped and some old cargo pants. "You know, I jus' decided to stop smoking and drinking, so I haven't been doin' well lately."
"Tell me about it." I responded as I turned my back on him. "The whole world's went to hell, so nothing really matters anymore."
"Ah. The Goddamn apocalypse." He wheezed, making himself comfortable on his seat while I turned to him again. I was bearing a 'physical' appearance so I wouldn't freak the other guy out. "Still, there's always the little things that you care about. Whether that be nearly dying many years ago, or spending the rest of your life hooked on cigarettes and beer."
I chuckled to make him feel slightly better. "Oh well. In a world like this, there's only that to look forward to." I said, walking away silently.
"Hey. What's your name?" The old dragon asked, coughing slightly.
"Milloon Hall. Don't forget it."
"I haven't forgotten that name for 30 years." He raised his bottle to me, dozing off on his seat. I simply glared at him before continuing my long walk away. To Robert's house, of course.
It has been a long time since I've had a homemade meal, and even if it was just burritos, it was still the best thing I've eaten in a long time. Miles seemed hesitant to eat them at first, but after seeing me eat about three of them within a minute or so, he must have been convinced that they were okay. Miles then started eating his own, and apparently took a liking to them. After finishing the burritos, I heard another knock on the door. Oddly enough, it was Monica... what she was doing here, I didn't have the slightest clue, but she seemed somewhat nervous for some reason. I answered the door, and she asked "Um... is the one called 'Milloon' here?" she then immediately added "I need to tell him something." I shook my head, and her expression turned to one of sadness. I then said "Well, you're still welcome here, um, we still have some food, and plenty of water." in an attempt to cheer her up. She then entered the house, and ate some of the food. Once she was done, she said "I... kinda want to live with him. I don't know if I should change my species yet or not, but, I should at least give him a chance."
That was a little strange, and led me to believe that something happened back there when we were all separated. That was the only possible time she could have been together with him, and she did come back as a slime creature... but... why? Why Milloon, why now, and why did she follow, albeit late? I decided not to ask these questions, as they would only unsettle everyone, and make things awkward in the house, and with this being my first day back, I didn't want that to happen. I ended up sitting down next to her, only for her to turn away from me for some reason. That's weird... why'd she turn away from me? It's not like I'm trying to seduce her, or something... I think as she continues to drink her water, facing towards the door, and away from me, as if the very thought of me revolted her. Of course, if I was revolting to her, she probably wouldn't have wanted to stay with me, at all... that is, unless she was very hungry and thirsty. Of course, if she was, then she probably would have had more food than she did. I wondered for a little while, what, exactly, she thought of me, and why... did she think I was ugly, or was this a deeper problem? Did I somehow wrong her, somewhere along the line?
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Deravan was still stuck at home right now. His parents did not want him to leave that much... they wanted him to stay near, but Deravan did not mind that much. He was home.... even if he wanted to go back to his friends... he knew he could stay here for a bit. He breath deeply. Those dark pheonix and dragon actually did help... He breath deeply, and sat down, taking in some juice from some fruits her mother got. It taste... different to say the least.
"So... what happen her in this world..." he asks. His mother sighed.
"The Mythological movement getting a lot of trouble... they don't really bother us cause of.. our nature... but dang I hate those guys." His father says. Deravan shakes his head.
"I know... I fought them and escaped from their prison.... I actually made a mutiny there. They did not know what was happening." Deravan then says, drinking slowly.
"So.. uhm... Anything else." Deravan asks.
"So weird other creatures coming to this world... we are managing but..." his mother says. Deravan sighed.
"Though times... at least we are still alive." he then says.
"Ya..." she then says.
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Why Robert's house? Didn't I have a home? A place to spend time with myself?
Well... two of the above were a few states away, according to the location of West Metropolis. I tried to doze off, but that old guy came along and got me off that seat. So, I went to Robert's house (plus, I didn't know where Deravan's house was, and that I wasn't really welcomed anywhere else).
There was the occasional sound of firearms being discharged... which turned out to be the only one. Some newer flags replaced the M&M's old ones, sitting above rubble as if they were a symbol of something. Houses lay destroyed, the occasional one was still on fire, swimming pools were either mixed with blood or algae...
Algae, eh? As I passed by a toppled fence, I began slowing down to take a look at the half-full circular pool. Obviously, the residents weren't around, since their house was... well, one half remained standing, the other one was just foundations with bits of rubble. Even a couch was cut in half, with springs and yellow cushioning sticking out. The lawn was overgrown and hosting new species of insects, although some patches didn't grow; noticeably, they were either crushed by remains of houses or pulled out of the ground. I looked at the pool once more, staring intently. It was grey, full of yellowish-green algae, with even what appeared to be tentacles waving around from them. Little things swam around, oblivious to the threat that was me... Should I... or should I not? I smiled wickedly, diving in before I finished my thought.
Within a minute, I had absorbed everything in the pool. Insects bounced fruitlessly away from me, algae tried anchoring themselves to get away from me... in the end, I was mopping up the floor of the pool with my tongue. Jesus. I wonder how my morals disappeared within seconds. But, I shrugged that off, chuckling to myself how I managed to swim and suck up a pool within seconds. I stood up from the end of the pool as I climbed out, the dark shade of my membrane quite clearly contrasted the now pure water of the pool. I had gone too far, and I didn't even notice.
What I did notice was my size. I was about a third of a meter taller (which is only about 33.3 cm) and such. I stumbled for a bit, getting used to the sudden increase in mass. I breathed calmly as I left again for Robert's house. I perhaps frightened the occasional dragon, phoenix and hybrid, being the big blob I was. They had to move from the sidewalk onto the overgrown berms, otherwise they'd be coated in a potentially flammable liquid composed of me.
Eventually... well, let's just say I forgot where Robert lived for twenty minutes. I was walking in circles, really. However, I settled on one house, because I happened to see Monica inside.
Oh. So, I began knocking on the door with my hand, although it sounded more like thumping as I didn't have anything hard to knock with. A sword might cut through the door, and the gun might discharge.
Before I could ask Monica what the problem was, someone was very lightly knocking on the door. Monica seemed to jump at this, and flew right to the door without hesitation. Berta let out a sigh of relief after that, probably because she was still kind of afraid of birds due to having previously being scarred as a child when she saw her own mother chop the head off of a chicken, and had the thing run around for a little while after that. My thought process was interrupted when I heard Monica scream, at first, I thought it was out of fear, prompting me to run to her aid, only to find Milloon... who looked a little down on his luck at the moment. Why does he look so sad? it's not like something horrible happened to him, and the world is slowly rebuilding. Maybe he's thinking of the fact that we'll have to find some kind of job once we're done being heroes, or something, that's getting to him. I think as I see Milloon, standing there, looking somewhat depressed. "Hey, Milloon. How'd you find where I live?" I ask Milloon. Miles came running up after that, and glared at Monica after finding that there was no threat, adding "Monica, don't scream like that unless there's an emergency." Monica, after glaring back as a big sister would an annoying little brother and turning her attention back towards Milloon, then told him "Well, I thought about what you said and decided to come with you. It felt so strange to return to my village, especially as they could take care of themselves during my absence." She said this with a hint of sadness, as if she didn't like not being needed, which struck me as odd.
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As the conversation had gone on and on, Deravan learned more and more about what happen while he was away. The mythological movement.... the friends that were lost.... friends that were found, even the fact that his mother and father joined the fight against the mythological movement and drives them out of the sector. At least that what it looked like. It been a long time since they did not attack, probably too occupied with attacks everywhere and rebellions and such. Deravan really wanted to find who was the leader of the organisation and just finish him... but right now they had to take care of finding the plate pieces and restoring a sense of peace to the world, taking care of the risk that it might be destroyed again. He though for a god while, before getting up. He looked at his parents.
"I think I might need to go see what going on with my friends now." Deravan then says. His parents looked at him worried. Their child had grown up to be a warrior to save the world.... well... at least he was not dead somewhere...
"Please son, take care...." his father then says.
"I will dad, don't worry. I just hope I won't come back home next time as a giant slime or something. With all that happening, it might be a possibility." he then says. His mother chuckled at this.
"I hope so too. Take care!" his mother then said. Deravan then moved away from the house, going to find Robert's house. New cloths on him, he seemed a bit more civilized at least. Some people, mainly dragons and phoenixes were looking at him. Most though that he was one creature that escaped and seeked refuge from the mythological movement. Well... it was not entirely false, but it was more like him fighting against them and causing riot's when possible. He breath deeply. He was wondering how Mile, Miloon and Robert were doing right now.
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I had... a clash of emotions. Though a part of me wanted Monica back, another part wanted her to leave.
"Monica. I thought..." I stuttered for a bit. "I... that, you'd return, for your own safety." I sighed, slowly covering my face with the palm of my hand. "Wha... but..."
"I'm sorry for the confusion." She told me, not with any expressions. At least she got me to snap back into existence.
"Monica. No matter how self-sustaining your village is, you can't just return and expect a sanctuary here."
"I was attacked by two merciless monsters. If anything, the only safe place now is... with you." She hesitated saying the last two words. We weren't really in love, wishing we'd never actually did the unfathomable earlier today. Robert seemed to faze out for a bit, because I was concentrated solely on her.
Jesus. God, if you're up there orchestrating this, you better stop- "'Blah-blah-blah. Shut up, Milloon, and just go with it.' -KaBling orchestrating this"
"Uh... uh... um. Urgh. It's not like this place is any more safe. I mean, like a month ago or something, there were frickin' airships popping cannonballs at us. Then, we had to fight in an arena. THEN, we became slaves while I was being converted by the M&M's. There's gonna be plenty more where that came from." I reminded Monica of the dangers of our adventure.
"Well... I can't go back anyway. Richard-"
Richard, you *******.
"-let me teleport here, although I can't him in any way now."
I fumed. Not literally, despite being able to.
"Urgh. You may as well come then." I said, despite my worry for Monica's safety. "So anyway Robert, I found out you lived here because I saw Monica through the window. Either that, or this house is just as damaged as every other house in West Metropolis."
I tell you; my character's approaching a chair. I can't just say he sat down in my future IC post.))
It's taking forever for myself to come up with ideas. Plus, I got into some really bad [DATA EXPUNGED] and won't come home until like 4:40 NZT. (Assuming it takes 10 minutes to get home by car, which it does.)
At least I have two weeks of holiday.))
That is, unless you want Evanist and I to continue on without you for a little bit.))
Let me see what I can do. There's a spark of hope.))
I estimated I spent around 5 minutes sitting down. The whole place looked... cleaner, I guess, but otherwise the same. There were occasional sounds of gunfire and explosions from the east, which was presumably where most the fighting was going on. Airships roamed the sky, free of any distinctive insignias. I waited several more seconds before rubbing my chin, shaking my hand away as it began fusing with it. Despite being composed of amoeba-like cells, I still retained a bit of my old self. Or I thought.
I pressed my back against my wonky and unbalanced seat. I wondered what became of my tail and wings, but it was pretty evident they had sunk into my body to accommodate space. I pretended to yawn, closing my eyes for a second or two...
"You, off my seat." What was about a minute turned out to be just now. I woke (despite not actually sleeping) to find a figure shrouded in light. It was more than obvious that he was annoyed with me.
"If it's yours, you better mark it next time." He made an intimidating advance on me, pulling back when he realised I was getting up. "You don't really need to be like that, you know."
"Ah, heck. I was tellin' you to get off my seat. Sorry about m'attitude." I looked at him as I moved away. He was a dragon, with some feathers on his face as if they were sideburns. Of course, you could tell he was old just by looking at them. His scales were a navy blue colour with light blue on his belly.There weren't really other features to describe, aside from a wing that had been slightly clipped and some old cargo pants. "You know, I jus' decided to stop smoking and drinking, so I haven't been doin' well lately."
"Tell me about it." I responded as I turned my back on him. "The whole world's went to hell, so nothing really matters anymore."
"Ah. The Goddamn apocalypse." He wheezed, making himself comfortable on his seat while I turned to him again. I was bearing a 'physical' appearance so I wouldn't freak the other guy out. "Still, there's always the little things that you care about. Whether that be nearly dying many years ago, or spending the rest of your life hooked on cigarettes and beer."
I chuckled to make him feel slightly better. "Oh well. In a world like this, there's only that to look forward to." I said, walking away silently.
"Hey. What's your name?" The old dragon asked, coughing slightly.
"Milloon Hall. Don't forget it."
"I haven't forgotten that name for 30 years." He raised his bottle to me, dozing off on his seat. I simply glared at him before continuing my long walk away. To Robert's house, of course.
...and I still don't know who the heck he is.
It has been a long time since I've had a homemade meal, and even if it was just burritos, it was still the best thing I've eaten in a long time. Miles seemed hesitant to eat them at first, but after seeing me eat about three of them within a minute or so, he must have been convinced that they were okay. Miles then started eating his own, and apparently took a liking to them. After finishing the burritos, I heard another knock on the door. Oddly enough, it was Monica... what she was doing here, I didn't have the slightest clue, but she seemed somewhat nervous for some reason. I answered the door, and she asked "Um... is the one called 'Milloon' here?" she then immediately added "I need to tell him something." I shook my head, and her expression turned to one of sadness. I then said "Well, you're still welcome here, um, we still have some food, and plenty of water." in an attempt to cheer her up. She then entered the house, and ate some of the food. Once she was done, she said "I... kinda want to live with him. I don't know if I should change my species yet or not, but, I should at least give him a chance."
That was a little strange, and led me to believe that something happened back there when we were all separated. That was the only possible time she could have been together with him, and she did come back as a slime creature... but... why? Why Milloon, why now, and why did she follow, albeit late? I decided not to ask these questions, as they would only unsettle everyone, and make things awkward in the house, and with this being my first day back, I didn't want that to happen. I ended up sitting down next to her, only for her to turn away from me for some reason. That's weird... why'd she turn away from me? It's not like I'm trying to seduce her, or something... I think as she continues to drink her water, facing towards the door, and away from me, as if the very thought of me revolted her. Of course, if I was revolting to her, she probably wouldn't have wanted to stay with me, at all... that is, unless she was very hungry and thirsty. Of course, if she was, then she probably would have had more food than she did. I wondered for a little while, what, exactly, she thought of me, and why... did she think I was ugly, or was this a deeper problem? Did I somehow wrong her, somewhere along the line?
"So... what happen her in this world..." he asks. His mother sighed.
"The Mythological movement getting a lot of trouble... they don't really bother us cause of.. our nature... but dang I hate those guys." His father says. Deravan shakes his head.
"I know... I fought them and escaped from their prison.... I actually made a mutiny there. They did not know what was happening." Deravan then says, drinking slowly.
"So.. uhm... Anything else." Deravan asks.
"So weird other creatures coming to this world... we are managing but..." his mother says. Deravan sighed.
"Though times... at least we are still alive." he then says.
"Ya..." she then says.
Why Robert's house? Didn't I have a home? A place to spend time with myself?
Well... two of the above were a few states away, according to the location of West Metropolis. I tried to doze off, but that old guy came along and got me off that seat. So, I went to Robert's house (plus, I didn't know where Deravan's house was, and that I wasn't really welcomed anywhere else).
There was the occasional sound of firearms being discharged... which turned out to be the only one. Some newer flags replaced the M&M's old ones, sitting above rubble as if they were a symbol of something. Houses lay destroyed, the occasional one was still on fire, swimming pools were either mixed with blood or algae...
Algae, eh? As I passed by a toppled fence, I began slowing down to take a look at the half-full circular pool. Obviously, the residents weren't around, since their house was... well, one half remained standing, the other one was just foundations with bits of rubble. Even a couch was cut in half, with springs and yellow cushioning sticking out. The lawn was overgrown and hosting new species of insects, although some patches didn't grow; noticeably, they were either crushed by remains of houses or pulled out of the ground. I looked at the pool once more, staring intently. It was grey, full of yellowish-green algae, with even what appeared to be tentacles waving around from them. Little things swam around, oblivious to the threat that was me... Should I... or should I not? I smiled wickedly, diving in before I finished my thought.
Within a minute, I had absorbed everything in the pool. Insects bounced fruitlessly away from me, algae tried anchoring themselves to get away from me... in the end, I was mopping up the floor of the pool with my tongue. Jesus. I wonder how my morals disappeared within seconds. But, I shrugged that off, chuckling to myself how I managed to swim and suck up a pool within seconds. I stood up from the end of the pool as I climbed out, the dark shade of my membrane quite clearly contrasted the now pure water of the pool. I had gone too far, and I didn't even notice.
What I did notice was my size. I was about a third of a meter taller (which is only about 33.3 cm) and such. I stumbled for a bit, getting used to the sudden increase in mass. I breathed calmly as I left again for Robert's house. I perhaps frightened the occasional dragon, phoenix and hybrid, being the big blob I was. They had to move from the sidewalk onto the overgrown berms, otherwise they'd be coated in a potentially flammable liquid composed of me.
Eventually... well, let's just say I forgot where Robert lived for twenty minutes. I was walking in circles, really. However, I settled on one house, because I happened to see Monica inside.
Oh. So, I began knocking on the door with my hand, although it sounded more like thumping as I didn't have anything hard to knock with. A sword might cut through the door, and the gun might discharge.
Before I could ask Monica what the problem was, someone was very lightly knocking on the door. Monica seemed to jump at this, and flew right to the door without hesitation. Berta let out a sigh of relief after that, probably because she was still kind of afraid of birds due to having previously being scarred as a child when she saw her own mother chop the head off of a chicken, and had the thing run around for a little while after that. My thought process was interrupted when I heard Monica scream, at first, I thought it was out of fear, prompting me to run to her aid, only to find Milloon... who looked a little down on his luck at the moment. Why does he look so sad? it's not like something horrible happened to him, and the world is slowly rebuilding. Maybe he's thinking of the fact that we'll have to find some kind of job once we're done being heroes, or something, that's getting to him. I think as I see Milloon, standing there, looking somewhat depressed. "Hey, Milloon. How'd you find where I live?" I ask Milloon. Miles came running up after that, and glared at Monica after finding that there was no threat, adding "Monica, don't scream like that unless there's an emergency." Monica, after glaring back as a big sister would an annoying little brother and turning her attention back towards Milloon, then told him "Well, I thought about what you said and decided to come with you. It felt so strange to return to my village, especially as they could take care of themselves during my absence." She said this with a hint of sadness, as if she didn't like not being needed, which struck me as odd.
"I think I might need to go see what going on with my friends now." Deravan then says. His parents looked at him worried. Their child had grown up to be a warrior to save the world.... well... at least he was not dead somewhere...
"Please son, take care...." his father then says.
"I will dad, don't worry. I just hope I won't come back home next time as a giant slime or something. With all that happening, it might be a possibility." he then says. His mother chuckled at this.
"I hope so too. Take care!" his mother then said. Deravan then moved away from the house, going to find Robert's house. New cloths on him, he seemed a bit more civilized at least. Some people, mainly dragons and phoenixes were looking at him. Most though that he was one creature that escaped and seeked refuge from the mythological movement. Well... it was not entirely false, but it was more like him fighting against them and causing riot's when possible. He breath deeply. He was wondering how Mile, Miloon and Robert were doing right now.
Anyway, I'll be absent from RPing for a bit because I have to finish (or rather start) my holiday homework.))
"Monica. I thought..." I stuttered for a bit. "I... that, you'd return, for your own safety." I sighed, slowly covering my face with the palm of my hand. "Wha... but..."
"I'm sorry for the confusion." She told me, not with any expressions. At least she got me to snap back into existence.
"Monica. No matter how self-sustaining your village is, you can't just return and expect a sanctuary here."
"I was attacked by two merciless monsters. If anything, the only safe place now is... with you." She hesitated saying the last two words. We weren't really in love, wishing we'd never actually did the unfathomable earlier today. Robert seemed to faze out for a bit, because I was concentrated solely on her.
Jesus. God, if you're up there orchestrating this, you better stop- "'Blah-blah-blah. Shut up, Milloon, and just go with it.' -KaBling orchestrating this"
"Uh... uh... um. Urgh. It's not like this place is any more safe. I mean, like a month ago or something, there were frickin' airships popping cannonballs at us. Then, we had to fight in an arena. THEN, we became slaves while I was being converted by the M&M's. There's gonna be plenty more where that came from." I reminded Monica of the dangers of our adventure.
"Well... I can't go back anyway. Richard-"
Richard, you *******.
"-let me teleport here, although I can't him in any way now."
I fumed. Not literally, despite being able to.
"Urgh. You may as well come then." I said, despite my worry for Monica's safety. "So anyway Robert, I found out you lived here because I saw Monica through the window. Either that, or this house is just as damaged as every other house in West Metropolis."