Hope's End Guest Post: Day 8

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Welcome to Day 8 of Hope’s End! This is where guest writers can have their characters post to the network. These posts will be handled the same way as any other post to the network, but we'll keep them grouped together for everyone's sanity.

All guest characters arrived in Hope’s End with a communicator that resembles a Blackberry. These have text,

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[robotfetishist]

So, in truth, the really important question here is:
Why IS a raven like a writing desk?
Curious minds want to know.

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[psionichax0r]

ii'm pretty 2ure biird2 are actually nothiing liike de2k2.

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[robotfetishist]

See, that's just a matter of you not looking at the problem from the right angle. Anything can be like anything else, you just have to look at the problem right.

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[stoleyourspark]

I don't really get it, ze.

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[bit_awuss]

[THAT IS CONRAD SCREECHING OVER THE NETWORK.]

Holy shit. Holy fuck, they want me to die. Why are we always going to shitty places full of shitty sun and no shit fucking shade? Fuck me, this shit sucks.

And what the fuck? Where the fuck? [Conrad's collar is dark brown.] Kenzi? Shit. Where is everyone.

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[onteamdyson]

CONNIE?! Holy fuck, are you okay?! Should I bring an umbrella?! Oh my god, I'm so happy to see your dumb face.

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[empyreanistic]

Hey, dude, you're back!

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[straycheshire]

[The man wondered down one of the roads, taking in the sights. He didn't know where he was, but he was sure it wasn't a place he knew. Being a stray, it really didn't matter to him though. One story or another, did it really matter? A hum came to his lips as he walked further. Who would take this stray in tonight?]

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[tigerific]

[ Kotetsu just stepped out of a local bar, and the smile is evident in his features. He’s not drunk, which is an accomplishment. He was so proud of himself. So proud that he might have fist bumped himself and-

--alright, he’s a little tipsy.

He noted someone approaching and out of habit, he greeted him. ]

Hey.

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[straycheshire]

[He could see that the man was tipsy, it was clear from the way he moved. That wasn't Cheshire's concern though, he needed to be looking for a place to stay. He wasn't into men taking him home, but he did raise his hand in greeting at the very lest. It was easier that way and maybe the other could be of use in the end. His cheshire smile came across his lips as he stopped.]

Hello.

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[tigerific]

[ Okay, a minute to stare at his ears, but it didn’t linger. He didn’t want to offend him anyway. ]

You must be one of the new guys, yeah? Listen, It’s kinda dangerous to be wandering around on your own.

[restoresamends]

[Puck is not on the network. As curious as the strange metal picture-box was, it was a mortal contrivance and not something that should be toyed with by fey folk. Instead, he's been wandering, taking in the sights from the shadows, and now, well, curiosity seems to have gotten the better of the hobgoblin. Else he's planning something. Always difficult to tell, with even the most honest Puck.

Either way, it seems he's taken an interest. And so you will hear a rustling, see a flicker of golden brown fur on the edge of your vision, experience the acute feeling that huge slit eyes are on the back of your neck.

This is a fun game, and one the Puck is rather good at, but eventually he'll give himself away. A low chuckle, maybe from above, maybe from behind. Nothing's certain with him but for one thing: Robin Goodfellow is a tricksy one to find.

[bridalgownwings]

[Perhaps it's his comrades fault that he's become more aware of the stranger things in life, perhaps it's that he is finds himself more open and knowing to the faults in the surface and the warnings of danger. At the moment he would blame the inability to remain in a perfect state of denial to the instabilities of the world on the training of his faux father figure and at the moment he is wishing that maybe he was unable to be so in-tune with such oddities because he would rather not think he is going mad.

The movement out of the corner of his eye as he walked through the town caused him to tense and slow his steps. It was not everyday that he felt like he was being followed and was not aware who they were because when it was a tease from a friend it often became obvious. Right now though, Timothy found himself feeling exceedingly nervous as he suddenly stopped in his tracks, brows furrowed.

Maybe if he just held still, it would become clear to him sooner or later.]

[restoresamends]

[There's an acute feeling of frustration and impatience as Timothy stands, and in a moment there's a voice.

It's quite a nice voice, actually, coming from a being composed mostly of voice and eye and smile and not much else, purring and deep, but all the same it manages petulance quite well]

Oh come now, mortal, do something amusing.

[If he turns, of course, there will be nothing. Some things are just matters of style]

[bridalgownwings]

[Turning around towards the voice he tensed and narrowed his eyes, hoping to spot the figure but alas his vision is filled with only the surrounding area. Clenching his fists slightly he takes a few steps back, eyes attempting to remain alert and aware.]

I am not a show for your pleasure, whoever you are.

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[diaboundthief]

[ There is an ungodly large winged snake poking its way around the rear-facing side of a few houses. It slithers in and out of the buildings raised on wooden stilts, forked tongue flicking out every few seconds. It seems to be homing in on something, and the red-cloaked man following behind it is patiently letting the creature track whatever has gotten its attention.

Eventually the creature locates the source of the disturbance; the porch and immediate area of an abandoned house. Even a few days later there are still splashes of blood where it had pooled deepest, now a rusty flaked brown colour. The serpent noses the traces, returns to its master's side with confusion, then back to the stains with an unhappy hiss. ]

What has you so anxious, Diabound?

[ One sandaled foot scuffs the dusty ground as though looking for evidence, before a sort-of familiar person crouches down to rub the kaa's scales reassuringly. There was an alarming and surprisingly distinct distress-confusion-grief-relief vibe coming through his soul and it was

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[fujigglephysics]

[Oh, back here again. She hadn't meant to, but after hours and hours of idly wandering around, coupled with the fact that the place had its limits of going too far, there wasn't really any choice.

Blocking what had recently happened from her mind (or trying to), she ventures on forth, not noticing that she's about to bump right into him.]

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[diaboundthief]

[ A flurry of scales and wings blocks her path as Diabound coils in front of her, preventing the accidental collision. The motion gets Bakura's attention and he stops, surprised and wary at the sudden intrusion. ]

Who are you?

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[fujigglephysics]

[Snapping out of her thoughts, she looks up and-

OH HOLY SHIT, WHY IS THERE A BUTT-FUCK HUGE SNAKE]

U-uh...Fujino. Asagami Fujino.