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| [ Yotsuba has been busy today! She's got her crayons and a bunch of paper, and she's just been drawing. And what is in her drawings? Well, several people from the bubble, for one. And as she finishes her most recent drawing, she will hold it up for everyone on the SFC to see.] Look! I drew Big Sis! [ If you answer, you might get a shitty wonderful drawing of yourself, if there's not already one.] |
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| ...Vatheon.
[The voice over the feed may be familiar to some, although perhaps they do not know it as being this flat, this devoid of much of any feeling to speak of.]
I am curious: for what reason do you exist? I do not mean in the simple scheme of how you came into being - what drives you? Why do you live instead of contenting yourselves with mere survival? For what purpose do you rise in the morning? Or have you even considered it...?
...I await your answers. |
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| Another inquiry. I apologize if these are becoming frequent, but I must know--
Some of us return to our worlds, not to continue on with life, but to have it end so abruptly. In that case, if you were to disappear tomorrow, how would you spend today? |
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| [...There is something wrong with his body.]
[Saix really doesn't want to admit it, because that would make Axel right, but it's simply fact that he realizes once he's back in his own body instead of stuck in Axel's. It reminded him of what it felt like to be Isa a little bit, and it also reminded him of how it had felt when he had first joined the Organization. How he is now is... different. It's the Darkness. It feels thicker, like a heavy fog. He knows he's done some horrible things in the name of his goal, but never cared because the end justified the means. Still, this almost feels like too much.]
[Saix spends the day trying to convince himself that he's just letting himself fall into the same delusional trap that Axel has, but in the end, he has to know.]
[So you'll be seeing this guy on the SFC today, looking as calm and apathetic as ever.]
I'm curious, but are there any in Vatheon who are knowledgeable in the spiritual heart of a person? Perhaps the better, more general word would be 'soul'.
[A body, a mind, and a 'heart'- that's what makes a person, isn't it? But take away the 'heart', have it be lost to Heartless, and you're left with a body and a mind. A Nobody...] |
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| So. Woke up this morning to a couple of things. Good news, I'm back in my own body.
[As is probably obvious to everyone when they see his face, which looks too sad for this post to be about the curse being over.]
Bad news, Percy and Annabeth are both gone. Checked the list and everything.
[He pauses to sigh and looks away from the camera for a moment.]
Gotta remind myself that at least they've got each other this time.
[He reaches his hand out to turn off the SFC, his hand blocking the camera as he says one last thing.]
I just wish them being gone didn't mean they're free-falling into Tartarus. |
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|  ... It's waxing crescent again. [That's what he mutters after a while. The camera's facing what looks to be the horizon over the island and floating not too low in the sky is the moon, just a small, sharp sliver of bright white.
For those who recognize the voice, it's undoubtedly Saix speaking, but there's something different about it all the same. It sounds... almost mesmerized, as if he's not quite all there. That's because whoever's been stuck inside of this body can't quite control it yet and thanks to the moon's power, far away or as different as it is from the one back home, Axel can barely focus his mind and body on anything else.
Originally he had intended for this to be a normal video. He wanted to address the rest of the dome the way he used to when he was in his regular body. Maybe if he tossed out a joke or two he would feels better... but he finds that he can't. Not like this.
Something tugs at his chest and off to the side Axel brings a hand to his face, covering his eyes. He doesn't like this... feeling so out of power. After a moment, he speaks up again, his voice slightly grating.]Someone tell me... How do you know if you have a heart? And is it worth all the trouble it gives? |
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| [ It should come as no surprise to anyone that people are switching bodies this week. Equius has been swapped before (for a tiny female fairy who could only communicate through the sound of bells, which had made life interesting), and he's been a yellowblood before too, so when he woke up in Sollux's body, it was no big thing. Sure, he's been rather irritated all week about how weak and pathetic this body is, but then he eventually realized something fascinating.]
[He could make all the improvement he's been wanting to do on Sollux's roboeyes without any bitching from the eye's owners.]
[And who wouldn't want to see that, right?] ( Cut in case you actually don't want to see that ) |
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| [Hello Vatheon. Were you enjoying your day? Was it nice and quiet? No? Whether or not that was the case, it's sure as hell not quiet now - especially for you Villa residents - as there is suddenly the shrieking voice of a not-a-death-god-in-a-death-god's-body ringing out across the network.]WHAT THE GODAWFUL FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY VISION?! And nobody tell me this is normal, because I have been human before, and human vision is not like this. Any vision I've had is nothing like this. What is that? [He swings the SFC over to Liz's sleeping form in a nearby bed, but--]Wait, of course none of you regular viewers are going to know, because you're not the one stuck with this! There's not supposed to be some weird orb stuck inside her body, and I am seeing entirely too much as it is. [Now he turns the camera back to himself, teeth bared for all the little it means without fangs.]For the record, because apparently going through all this crap for two and a half years wasn't enough, apparently I have been hit with yet another repeat curse. This is Karkat Vantas in Death the Kid's freaky body, I am not even close to knowing how to handle this, and Kid-- Either you contact me right fucking now, or I swear to the death god responsible for your existence that I will trash your block. - Tags:!curse 47: body swap, death the kid, dirk strider, dr. franken stein, gamzee makara, karkat vantas, maka albarn, rin okumura, rose lalonde, shiro fujimoto, sufferer
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| WHAT FOUL AND MERCILESS ENTITY ROLLED OUT OF THE SPECIES APPROPRIATE SLUMBER APPARATUS AND DECIDED TO INVENT TIME WHY, IN THE NAME OF ALL THINGS, DID THIS ASSHOLE INSTILL INTO LIVING BEINGS THE CONCEPT OF THINGS HAPPENING BEFORE AND AFTER EACH OTHER AND WHY DO I HAVE TO BE AFFLICTED WITH THIS WHEN I'M NOT EVEN A FUCKING TIME PLAYER. WAS IT NOT ENOUGH TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE ENDLESS STABLE TIME LOOPS HOLDING THE SHODDY STICKS AND TWINE OF OUR TIMELINE TOGETHER? WHAT ABOUT THE FLUX OF PEOPLE BACK AND FORTH FROM DIFFERENT SPOTS ALONG THAT LINE LIKE BACKWASH FROM AN ILL-CLEANED MOUTH INTO A SOULMELTING BOTTLE OF FAYGO??? WELL I GUESS THE FUCK NOT, BECAUSE HERE I AM BEING FORCED TO DEAL WITH OVER FIVE YEARS WORTH OF MEMORIES LAID OVER THE TOP OF EACH OTHER LIKE PARADOX SPACE DECIDED TO MAKE A PARTICULARLY AWFUL SANDWICH OUT OF THEM. SAID SANDWICH HAS THEN BEEN FORCE FED DIRECTLY INTO MY THINK PAN I AM OVERSTUFFED WITH RECOLLECTION AND REMEMBRANCE MY BRAIN WOULD VOMIT IF IT WERE PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE. CONTEMPLATE THAT FOR A MINUTE. OR HOWEVER LONG, I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT THE UNITS, AND NONE OF IT WILL APPROXIMATE THE SCREAMING HEADACHE CURRENTLY DECIMATING MY CRANIAL UNIT. COULD I NOT HAVE GONE THROUGH THIS IN EASILY DIGESTED PIECES WOULD THAT BE SO FUCKING HARD TO DO. SURE, SEND ME BACK A COUPLE HOURS THAT FIRST TIME, BUT NO! YOU SCIENTIST NOOKMONGERS JUST *HAD* TO GIVE ME THE FULL THREE YEARS. WHO CARES THAT I WAS ALREADY 15 AND A HALF IN EARTH YEARS, I OBVIOUSLY NEEDED THE SQUALID, STULTIFYING EXPERIENCE OF LIVING SOME OF THEM TWICE! PLUS AN EXTRA FEW MONTHS!! SO UNTIL MY SPONGE STOPS TRYING TO CANNIBALIZE ITSELF (ETA: NOT FUCKING SOON ENOUGH), DO NOT EXPECT COHERENCY FROM ME BECAUSE I CANNOT EVEN SORT OUT THE SIMPLE CONCEPT OF "YESTERDAY" FROM THE FESTERING REMAINS OF MY OWN THOUGHT ORGAN. YESTERDAY MEANS TOO MANY THINGS RIGHT NOW. YESTERDAY CAN FRANKLY GO FUCK ITSELF TWICE IN A BRAND NEW ORIFICE I'VE JUST INVENTED FOR IT. ALL I KNOW IS THE LESS I SEE OF POSSESSED PSYCHOPATHS AND THEIR WEAPONIZED CUTLERY, THE BETTER. SOMEONE TELL ME HOW MUCH TIME HAS PASSED SINCE I DISAPPEARED AND WHO'S HERE, BECAUSE I CANNOT EVEN CARE TO CHECK THE LIST RIGHT NOW. - Tags:bro strider, dirk strider, eridan ampora, gamzee makara, jade harley, kanaya maryam, karkat vantas, leo valdez, nepeta leijon, rose lalonde, sollux captor, sufferer, the disciple, the dolorosa, the psiioniic, washu hakubi, yotsuba koiwai
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