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victory_road2024-12-05 08:57 pm
loopsiedaisy) wrote in victory_road2024-12-05 08:57 pm
[text + action]
Who: Loop + You
What: Evolution, psychic Pokemon, the perils of snomstorms!Half of everyone Loop knows in One Single Building!
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Early December for text post; December 14-16 storm for action
Warnings: Nothing specific, just the usual chance of Loop's warnings coming up in threads!
[Text, early December]
I got told about evolution, so I was expecting one of my Pokemon to change shape eventually, but.
Did I just miss hearing the part where they start beaming images into your head?
[Orrery has discovered telepathy! Let's not talk about how long it took Orrery to get Loop to realize it was her.]
[Snomstorm! Goldenrod, between Dec 14th-16th]
[A]
[So it's a good thing Loop went and caught a fire Pokemon recently, because the vending machines at their inn (motel?) are both de-powered and emptied to the last dregs. Loop's had to emerge from the depths of their room to get groceries. And in the fifteen minutes they've been outside, slogging through the snow and trying to find a place that's open despite the power outage...]
[Their Metang has somehow managed to get herself frozen to a fence. Loop is currently trying to coax their new Cyndaquil - who is draped over their bag - to wake up and melt her free.]
[They like naps as much as anyone else, but:] Come on, you've barely been awake for five minutes since yesterday...
[Orrery, meanwhile, is letting out a baffled whirring sound. She's not used to having arms or being so big, and apparently she generates JUST enough heat to slowly melt snow, then get stuck when she touches something colder and it refreezes. Like someone licking a metal pole. But she only has one arm stuck, and surely she can use the other one to lever herself free?]
[- whoops, no, now she has both of them stuck.]
[B]
[Or maybe it's a bit later, and Loop is ducking under the eaves of the Game Corner next to you. Why? To avoid a sudden shower of falling Snoms from the roof! The surprisingly heavy bugs thump into the snow like little icy missiles, whizzing by terrifyingly close.]
[C]
[Or, as the snow has intensified and REALLY started to pile up, you've found yourself completely turned around! (Unless you know exactly where you are, and you're actually looking for someone or something else? Did one of your Pokemon run out into the storm, maybe?)]
[Whatever the reason you're out, it seems like there's a fire flickering in the distance - if you approach, you'll find Loop, shivering and holding their Cyndaquil to their chest. Burnoรฎt, fortunately, seems to have woken up and figured out what Loop wants! The lil guy is flaming a path through the snow.]
[(For once in their life, Loop has returned Orrery to her ball.)]
[Wildcard!]
As usual, happy to figure something else out, just DM or Plurk me!
What: Evolution, psychic Pokemon, the perils of snomstorms!
Where: Goldenrod City
When: Early December for text post; December 14-16 storm for action
Warnings: Nothing specific, just the usual chance of Loop's warnings coming up in threads!
[Text, early December]
I got told about evolution, so I was expecting one of my Pokemon to change shape eventually, but.
Did I just miss hearing the part where they start beaming images into your head?
[Orrery has discovered telepathy! Let's not talk about how long it took Orrery to get Loop to realize it was her.]
[Snomstorm! Goldenrod, between Dec 14th-16th]
[A]
[So it's a good thing Loop went and caught a fire Pokemon recently, because the vending machines at their inn (motel?) are both de-powered and emptied to the last dregs. Loop's had to emerge from the depths of their room to get groceries. And in the fifteen minutes they've been outside, slogging through the snow and trying to find a place that's open despite the power outage...]
[Their Metang has somehow managed to get herself frozen to a fence. Loop is currently trying to coax their new Cyndaquil - who is draped over their bag - to wake up and melt her free.]
[They like naps as much as anyone else, but:] Come on, you've barely been awake for five minutes since yesterday...
[Orrery, meanwhile, is letting out a baffled whirring sound. She's not used to having arms or being so big, and apparently she generates JUST enough heat to slowly melt snow, then get stuck when she touches something colder and it refreezes. Like someone licking a metal pole. But she only has one arm stuck, and surely she can use the other one to lever herself free?]
[- whoops, no, now she has both of them stuck.]
[B]
[Or maybe it's a bit later, and Loop is ducking under the eaves of the Game Corner next to you. Why? To avoid a sudden shower of falling Snoms from the roof! The surprisingly heavy bugs thump into the snow like little icy missiles, whizzing by terrifyingly close.]
[C]
[Or, as the snow has intensified and REALLY started to pile up, you've found yourself completely turned around! (Unless you know exactly where you are, and you're actually looking for someone or something else? Did one of your Pokemon run out into the storm, maybe?)]
[Whatever the reason you're out, it seems like there's a fire flickering in the distance - if you approach, you'll find Loop, shivering and holding their Cyndaquil to their chest. Burnoรฎt, fortunately, seems to have woken up and figured out what Loop wants! The lil guy is flaming a path through the snow.]
[(For once in their life, Loop has returned Orrery to her ball.)]
[Wildcard!]
As usual, happy to figure something else out, just DM or Plurk me!
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CULT ESCAPEE HUT][Good news for Wraths! Loop is done being nosy. For now.]
[They haven't forgotten that Wrath was originally planning to get himself some crackers, either - by the time he comes back there's a little row of them lined up on the counter. They have based their estimate of the Appropriate Peanut Butter Blob Size on the cracker Wrath gave them first.]
[There is also a soft hum coming from the living room, where Orrery has fallen back asleep.]
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[He arrives back at the counter with the milk-carton and two glasses, regarding the line of artfully peanut-buttered crackers with mild-- but pleasant-- surprise. Then he wastes no time popping one into his mouth whole and munching on it while he starts to pour the milk.]
[He'll get another glass to take back up to Son in a minute, but for now he is Sharing Human Discoveries with someone-- someone who he has decided that he likes, nosiness and all.]
M'fhry id.
[That's 'Try it', as he slides one of the glasses towards Loop.]
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[This means their mouth is too full to answer Wrath aloud when they take the glass and try the two together.]
[So instead, they deliver their verdict with a resounding thumbs up.]
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[As he starts pouring milk for both himself and his Pokemon, he speaks up again.]
So.
Do you have a name?
[It's not AS pointed a question as it could be, coming from someone else. As Wrath had mentioned earlier, not having a name is something he's not unfamiliar with! But since Blue Cat In the Hat is not a Pokemon afterall, Wrath's experience with humans leads him to believe that Loop probably does have one!]
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Nope! I used to, but I traded it away for a star.
[They've perfected the cheerful are-they-joking-or-are-they-serious tone by now. Pick your poison!]
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[In any case, this answer gets a tilted head out of Wrath.]
Oh?
I didn't know you could do that...
[There is a little less ambiguity on Wrath's end here... he is taking Loop's reply completely at face value.]
[Screwing the cap back onto the milk carton, he tilts his head the other way, letting this new concept roll around a little in his head.]
... What's it like to have a star?
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[They keep the same tone as before but this is, uh... this really did happen, very literally.]
...not a lot of fun. People aren't meant to have stars; they're too far away. You end up... [...stuck far away from everyone too.]
[Hmm. That might be a little bit too true, even being that vague. Time to Make Joke.]
Well, I give the experience one out of ten stars~! [Heh heh.]
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[Wrath is not usually the one caught by surprise when someone says 'I ate it' about an unexpected non-food item-- usually HE'S the one saying it!]
[He pauses with the fridge door half-open in the process of returning the milk carton, looking over his shoulder at Loop with big eyes. And he's quiet for a moment, because the moral lesson being delivered is obvious enough even for him to notice.]
[But also... he can't not be curious...]
... What did it taste like?
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[Honestly, even Loop isn't sure what the moral lesson was! It really sounds like a children's story about ambition or something, from the outside, but. All they wished for was for someone to help them. "Don't wish for things"? "Sometimes the Universe just decides you're going to be miserable"? Or were they being punished, for giving up -]
[No, no, stop thinking about it. Maybe it's just "don't eat stars," teehee!]
[They wrack their brains about The Star, Specifically.]
Honestly, I mostly remember it being really fizzy? Hurt my teeth, a bit.
[How would you even describe it...?] And kind of like biting into a lemon, except not sour. Some other taste.
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[If the moral lesson is indeed "don't eat stars", it has been successfully imparted, because Wrath HAS bitten into a lemon before and he did NOT like it, and the idea of it being fizzy on top of all that is...]
... That sounds awful.
Maybe you should have kept your name.
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I definitely should have.
[Maybe, if they'd just held on for a bit longer...]
[Well, it doesn't matter anymore, does it?]
But it's someone else's name now! So.
[So they don't have one. Clearly the only option.]
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[Wrath munches on another cracker, thoughtfully.]
I remember back when I didn't have a name. It didn't feel good.
... Do you want a new one?
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[Do they want a (new) name? This is the first time someone's asked that outright, with that specific phrasing, and for a moment Loop's thoughts experience a record scratch. What if they answered no?]
[...feels lonely. Distant. Like not being a person.]
[They're having kind of a hard time wanting anything. But they guess actively thinking about not having a name, forever, instead of just passively going along with it... it does feel worse. They don't mind the nicknames, but maybe they should be trying harder to figure out the name situation?]
[...hm.]
[They'll think about it later. For now, for the purpose of a nickname again:] Do you have some ideas?
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Mm...
Well, you have a hat.
And you were a cat.
[Uh oh.]
And those rhyme. Humans like rhymes.
[Uh oh.]
[After a long pause.... he shrugs, swallows the last of his cracker, and starts to select another.]
So maybe that could be something.
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Hmm. They're too short to combine into a pun...
[And yet, Loop is seriously putting thought into this! And also the offhand mention of "humans." Weird phrasing!]
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Cat-in-a-hat. Catinnahat.
[This is mumbled to himself under his breath, rolled around on his tongue a little, but he raises his voice again to ask a question that DEFINITELY won't crack open an entirely new can of worms.]
What's a pun?
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[Loop will remember this. (Hopefully.)]
[Meanwhile, though - wait. Um. How do they explain a pun?]
It's... a joke based on two words sounding similar?
[...]
Like. If I said those peanut butter crackers were purr-fect. [Because. They were a cat.]
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[The young monster's grasp of language has always been... somewhat inexplicable. Which is what happens when you throw a baby that spent its formative years in a cosmic portal of terrible universal truths into the care of a bunch of melodramatic goths: a child who can casually drop phrases like "this is how the damned are born" but also, like, doesn't know what 'sleep' is and still spells it 'slyppe' sometimes.]
[The cogs crank away under his shaggy hair for a moment...]
... I didn't know words could do that!
[HE SOUNDS IMPRESSED. GENUINELY IMPRESSED!
Unlike Bonnie.]no subject
Bonnie has dealt with FAR too many puns already to put up with this nonsense][Loop laughs quietly, successfully distracted from Name Thoughts for the moment.] They're fun!
[It's a bittersweet memory, now, but they still have the faint impression of the feeling they got when they made an absolutely abysmal pun to a new friend, and he laughed so hard they thought he was going to pass out on the spot.
Then they instantly internalized it and decided they were going to be the Puns And Jokes Guy for the rest of time,]And... [They lean in conspiratorially.]
Sometimes people hate them and it's even funnier to see their reactions.
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Oh... I get it.
It's a way to "be obnoxious".
[The way he says it makes it crystal clear that he is directly quoting someone who has leveled this accusation at him personally.]
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[They've gotten kind of distracted from the name question and all, but Loop is satisfied with this outcome! Maybe... maybe they will have inspired a new punster...]
[They lean back and return to the crackers. They're slowing down quite a bit - between crackers and Envy's grilled cheese (and Scar's tea), they've been pretty well fed.]
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Snacking while thinking about OTHER peoples' problems may not be a terrible habit to form...]People don't call me that as much as they used to.
I still don't know if it was a compliment or not.
[Oh, honey... it... it wasn't.]
But puns sound fun.
I should learn some more words, maybe.