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fuckinghysterical) wrote2013-09-09 05:13 pm
fuckinghysterical) wrote2013-09-09 05:13 pm
CR Chart for Exitvoid
| RELATIONSHIP GUIDE |
 - Enemy/Hated (The more hearts listed, the more she hates them. Five is the most.) - Neutral/No opinion - Barely acquainted/mildly positive opinion - Friends - Good friends - BFFs - People that are like family - Crushes |
In an estimated order from most to least liked; characters who are unlisted have ongoing first threads and will be added later.
Last Updated: 1/28
Equius Zahhak
Dante (DmC)
Big Boss
Tali'Zorah vas Normandy
Mako Mori
Raleigh Becket
Feferi Peixes
Lone Wanderer
Shinpachi Nagakura
Rei Kurosawa
Erik Lehnsherr
Meg Marsters
Ghost
Nataku
Ivan Karelin
Velma Dinkley
Bayonetta
Merton J. Dingle
Morgana
L Lawliet
Ocelot
Yaha
Raiden
Significant Dropped Character CR
(In an estimated order from most to least liked)
Bro Strider
Deadpool
Dave Strider
Vriska Serket
Gamzee Makara
Black*Gold Saw
Dead Master
Eike Kusch
Artemis Crock
Jonathan Crane
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First person I spoke to.
Seems calm, in spite of the relative danger of this game. Possible threat? Didn't seem hostile.
He speaks oddly in a sort of mixture of English and Spanish. Is that the normal way of speaking around this place? I should acclimatize to that speech pattern if so.
Said his name was Bro -- possible military codename?
Haven't seen him in a while -- possibly dead? Perhaps he should have been less calm.
UPDATES (DAY NINE):
Apparently isn't dead after all. I'm unsure as to what he was doing in the time he was suspiciously absent from all communications.
Speaks in a lot of terms and metaphors that are confusing. For instance, "romcom" is apparently a way to describe a subpar cinema that uses some kind of subliminal messaging with trumpets and tambourines to somehow keep interest in their movie. Apparently technology is just as fucked up outside of the battlefield.
He isn't pleased with being trapped here -- perhaps his combat skills aren't up to par?
He wanted to know how I looked, even though he saw me the last time we spoke. And then noted that he doesn't care to remember how people looked like. Strange man.
Claims he's 60, although his appearance seems far younger than that. However, he also said he had nanomachines, which explain everything.
Also claims he got his Bro codename from being some sort of soldier that specialized in rhymes and embeds the lyrical fortitude into his essence. Seems odd, at first, but I've known many soldiers with odd abilities, so it's not too farfetched to believe.
Seems to be skilled in puppetry, however the puppet I saw wasn't nearly as well crafted as either of the dolls that Mantis carries, although it should be noted that I didn't see any sort of strings being used.
Is 6'3". Calls me shorty, even though I'm not that much shorter than him!
Really seems to like talking about dicks.
In spite of having difficulty in understanding a lot of what he says, he's not entirely unpleasant to talk to. At least he answers my questions. Besides, I think I'm picking up on his speech patterns at a good pace.
UPDATES (DAY TWELVE):
Ran into him, during a mission. To his credit, he saw through one of my disguises quite well.
Also, should be noted that he's the first person I've ever met that reacted with utter indifference to my Octopus form -- no terror, confusion, admiration, disgust...needless to say, he intrigues me. I stalked him a little.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTEEN):
Ran into him again (I'm doing that a lot lately?) at the mall, where he was partaking in some sort of activity on a skateboard with Dave.
Possible older brother of Dave -- it'd explain the codename, even if he gave me a different explanation. However, from other conversations I've stalked, I've gathered that he lies a lot. Trying to be more cautious in what I believe from him.
For some reason, he names jumps "ollies".
Apparently engages in some sort of cheer and dance display, in the mornings. It's sort of funny to watch.
Doesn't think I can be as cool as him. We'll see about that!
UPDATES (DAY FIFTEEN):
Thinks that ghosts can be warded away by telling them to give you a blow job.
I suppose it's worth a try, if it happens again.
UPDATES (DAY SEVENTEEN):
Ran into him at some sort of party function that involved dressing up as something else. I never celebrated Halloween, so it was new to me.
I learned a lot of new slang from him tonight -- so much, in fact, that I'm going to make a new entry entirely to form a sort of Strider-to-English dictionary for my own reference later to save room on my notes here. Although it should be noted that the amount of ways to call a person an asshole in Strider slang is extraordinary.
His alcohol tolerance seems to be pretty good, but it still wasn't enough to beat mine. Should I feel bad that I didn't tell him that I can't get drunk?
Finally introduced myself to him -- he calls me "L.B." I sort of like it -- it doesn't sound as pretentiously wordy as my other titles. I might suggest other people call me that.
I found myself really wanting to touch him tonight. It turns out that he wanted to make out, so I got to anyway. It was my first time kissing someone. And I liked it.
Does this mean we're friends (or should I say homies) now? He seems like he's capable enough to defend himself if we do have to face off later...
UPDATES (DAY EIGHTEEN):
I'm not sure why I haven't mentioned it before, but Bro really seems to have a penchant for talking about what he describes as "shitty movies". But if he talks about them so often, are they really that terrible?
Really seems to have a deep admiration for a musical group that calls themselves the Wu-Tang Clan. He lent me a CD and as much as I tried to understand the lyrics, they somehow make even less sense than some of the expressions Bro comes up with. Maybe that's where he gets it from. He claims they're geniuses with lyrics though, so maybe I have to listen to it a few more times? This kind of music doesn't appeal to me, but maybe there's something I'm not getting.
I don't like talking about my past, but I gave him a couple of vague details. That's what friends do, right? I'm glad he didn't press into it too far though.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY):
Apparently he had a lucrative business selling what's apparently some sort of stuffed sex toy in bulk. The main feature is that the nose resembles a penis, although apparently the rear can accommodate a lot of space for other sexual purposes. I saw a demonstration of this, in another transmission, although I'm not sure if I was supposed to see it. I couldn't look away, however.
Since he was bartering some sort of deal with people, I commissioned a purple one, though not because I intend to use it in the way it was designed for. I just wanted to find some kind of way to help him. That, and it's been a very long time since anyone has made anything for me. Maybe I'm becoming more sentimental than I thought I was.
His favorite sort of chips are Funyuns...something that apparently comes in a green and yellow package. I'll be sure to claim any and all bags I find, within the store.
I told him that I think I can beat his moves on a skateboard, and we agreed to meet. Hopefully I know what I'm doing here. I don't want to make myself look stupid.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-ONE):
We did our exchange at the mall. This "Smuppet" is really...odd, to say the least. After watching Bro's "demonstration" of the toy, in secret, it feels a bit odd having one, but I'm by no means ashamed. It'll stay by my bedside. Just not for the kind of purpose it was apparently built for.
I think I impressed him a little with my moves on my tentacles! I'm not completely certain though. He's always a bit hard to read. It makes it interesting though.
Later, he told me something about D&D, in which he described as some sort of roleplaying party game that "nerds" play in their basement, while snacking on Cheetos.
I think I accidentally insulted him a little when I told him that I liked hearing him talk about even the shitty movies. :(
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-SIX):
Apparently smuppets aren't the only thing he sells -- this time he was selling marijuana. Not that I give a damn, although apparently now he's some sort of business partners with Kuwabara and from what I can tell, Saints Row is some sort of place where you sell drugs. Actually, I'm not really sure what that is.
He accused me of wanting to break his shit, but why would I? I'd rather break living things instead. :(
Note: I'm referring more to monsters than anything, but I suppose there's a couple of people I wouldn't mind seeing break either. :)
He said he'd fashion me a pair of what I assume was sunglasses. I'm not sure if he was being serious or not, but I'm glad he thinks I'm "cool". :D
Thinks that me not being able to get drunk is the saddest thing he's ever heard. Why? Am I really missing out on something great?
Perhaps so, as he described being high as a sort of "chill" experience. The kind of experience I WISH I could have.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-EIGHT):
To my surprise, I received a text from him today to tell me to meet up with him, at the mall. I wasn't about to decline an invitation to go hang out with him some more, so I made my way there as soon as possible.
He seemed really offended when I just stared at him, when he made a fist. After mimicking his movement, he lightly bumped his fist against mine. If I had to guess, I'd say it's some sort of greeting ritual for him.
He commented that I'm like the sexier version of a Predator. I assumed he was talking about another shitty movie, but he said that one wasn't too bad. I guess that must really be a compliment if he broke his usual shitty movie. He said he'd show it to me, if he could find it. If he does bother to find it, I'll look forward to it.
Mostly though, we just looked through a bunch of sunglasses. There were a lot of silly pairs that we both tried on, but it was a lot of fun. There was a particular style though -- something that resembled a miniature set of horizontal blinds -- that was evidently some trademark fashion statement of some musician I think he reveres even more than the Wu-Tang Clan. He said he'd try to find me a sample of his work. I just hope I like him better than the last group I listened to.
Even if I still have a really hard time understanding him, I think he's the best friend (even if it's "homie", around him) I've had in a very long time.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-ONE):
According to him, I guess they make condoms in flavors. He described a grape flavor, but I'm guessing there's others. He joked about there being a tomato flavor, but now because of it, I am determined to find a tin can of parmesan cheese. For whatever reason, he went on a rant about how it'd basically be stupid if it came in that kind of packaging. Perhaps I can make a deal with one of the merchants, once they come around again?
He also told me that there's some comic book crime fighter called Superman that's weak to something called kryptonite. The weird thing is that I guess he heads some similarly lame named Justice League -- something that Artemis told me about before. It's probably just a coincidence though.
Speaking of coincidences, he seems to be aware of what Metal Gears are, though in his world, they're in some collection of video games. How weird would it be if I were in a video game too?
At some point, he remarked that we could be a "sitcom" -- something he described as being "focused on some d-bags and their relationship troubles to the tune of a shit quality laugh track from a nonexistent audience". I asked if he thought we had relationship issues (although I'm not sure why we would?), but he just said that we're just two "dipshits" being hilarious. I think that's supposed to be one of his better compliments, but in either case I suppose I'm glad he thinks I'm funny.
I think he might not be completely okay with my addiction to fighting, even if he said he was just being an asshole about it. Still, I'm not going to lie to him, of all people. On the bright side, he might be a little squeamish about torturing some director he doesn't like, so I can do that for him.
That's what friends do, right? :)
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Was dead before coming here. Or rather she died twice before coming here. Does this place have some sort of healing property? Might explain why I'm still alive outside of my suit.
She was apparently part of another game before this one. Details are unclear about the first game she was in, but it's obvious that she has experience in combat. She appears to be young, but some of the deadliest soldiers I've known were trained at an early age.
I probably have the upper hand against her, but she's possibly someone who could be a threat.
Claims to be a troll, however she does not follow the typical patterns I've heard in the old folktales of my youth. She's not as ugly as the stories make her out to be, doesn't turn into stone in the sunlight, and seemed offended when I suggested she lived under a bridge and had a problem with goats.
To her credit, she answered nearly any question I had about her species. Consider me intrigued.
UPDATES (DAY NINE):
Seems oddly enamored with the destruction I'm capable of causing with my suit. I'm used to being feared, but this may be the first time I've ran into someone who's admired my ability. I don't know what to think of it.
Has a fascination with piles of loot -- something to keep in mind if I need to sway her later.
UPDATES (DAY FIFTEEN):
Had trouble with ghosts. I'm not sure how she dealt with it, but it didn't seem to be troubling her, once I spoke with her.
Spent some time bringing her instant noodles and observing her powers, of which seemed to activate upon her death. Though I wonder why the trolls were in some sort of war in the first place, if they gained powers through dying -- was that the point? To have everyone gain power?
Seems to have some sort of power that affects luck, resulting in a sort of Murphy's Law situation. Would be problematic if I had to face her, but at least if I did have to, I know she could defend herself. I might be able to consider her a friend.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-THREE):
Really seemed upset when I brought the topic up of jizzing in a bucket to Eridan! Really, I guess know now to never mention buckets to a troll ever again!
But after that, we had a long discussion about that kismesis thing. It's interesting, because it seems to mix the idea of hating someone, along with the intimacy you'd reserve for a lover, but you absolutely cannot kill the other person. It's so strange, but it might be relatively normal compared to some things I've run into here.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-SEVEN):
So apparently it was Terezi (which apparently isn't necessary to type with numbers) that killed Vriska the last time. She's understandably very bitter about it, although I do hope she takes precaution in seeking out vengeance. I don't have any reason to carry the grudge onto Terezi, but I do hope that Vriska finds the vengeance necessary to satisfy her.
It should be interesting to see how this all turns out.
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Really isn't pleasant to talk to at all -- he's the type I'm more used to dealing with where I came from.
Claims to be able to work with metal, but has no reason to want to help me. Too bad, I guess.
Doesn't seem to think I'm capable of defending myself. Ha! I'll show him if he tries to fuck with me! I'm not just some defenseless girl!
UPDATES (DAY SEVENTEEN):
Also trying to figure out the mystery behind what seems to be the random allotment of tokens.
Didn't seem as bad as the first time I spoke to him.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-SEVEN):
He called some sort of meeting to try to gather a group of people to form an alliance on the island, in order to strike against KERNOS. Even if I had no intention of joining, I still went to at least see what the hell he was planning on doing.
Actually, he's not a bad person to talk with at all. My first impressions aren't always accurate, it seems.
He is also far weirder than I expected. He claims that he wears dresses sometimes.
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Has mechanical skill supposedly -- hopefully he'll be able to fix my Octopus suit.
As a result, I've agreed to ensure he gets the right amount of tokens to escape. I could probably cheat him out of the deal, if I wanted to, but there's the possibility that the suit might break again and I'll need his help later. Would be smarter to go along with the deal, since I currently see no other purpose for the tokens, other than leaving.
Lives in the east dorms.
Hopefully not a threat as he seems he's more useful.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTEEN)
Apparently didn't get an escape token? I guess gathering the necessary amount, in our agreement, is going to take longer than I thought.
Has blue blood, similar to Vriska, but apparently has it of a different shade. From my understanding, the troll culture is dictated by what color of blood one is born with. Also seems to have something against people with red blood. Possible hatred for humans?
Doesn't want to necessarily return back to his world, but doesn't seem certain of where he really wants to go.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-ONE):
Suggested a sort of way for players to customize their own monsters, some sort of tactic that was used in his own world. However, he also claimed it was easy to fight them, so I wonder if maybe the difficulty could be adjusted too.
Apparently he lost a token to the wizards that were ransacking people for tokens before, so it'll be a little while longer before I can repay my debt to him. It's not like I'm planning to do anything with my tokens anyway, I suppose.
I offered to seek revenge for him (because that'd be a really good way to repay debt, wouldn't it?) but instead offered to let me come with him to hunt the wizards down, if they should go back! Too bad he's far too young, for my tastes.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-FIVE):
He came back from the dead, after I witnessed Gamzee murdering him onscreen. However, he seemed more worried about his moirail than his own well-being. Pretty stupid, if you ask me.
I learned that a lusus isn't actually a troll's parent, it's more like their guardian.
He doesn't seem to care for Eridan much, stating him to be "whiny", "insufferable", and "annoying".
On the other hand, he really seems to like Aradia, in spite of her "low-blood" status. Makes me wonder if he's really that dedicated to the hemospectrum after all.
Before being brought on the island, he told me that he liked creating robots to fight each other. Guess that explains why he was able to fix my suit with relative ease.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-SEVEN):
Ran into him, while I was stalking Erik's meeting. He told me that he came with Aradia to sort of represent non-humans, though he didn't seem to have any intention of joining.
He thinks there might be more to this world, than just the island. It's piqued my curiosity about the rest of the world, but I'm not sure how I would go about getting off the island. If I even want off the island. What if the rest of the world is in turmoil?
Later on, he seemed to be pretty distressed over not being able to find his moirail. I'm not especially good at being gentle, but I suggested that maybe she wasn't here anymore. Luckily, for me, he seemed to have accepted that. Too bad for him though. :(
I taught him the meaning of homie, but he seemed to disapprove of the fact that I learned it from the Striders. When I asked him why, I was informed that they're lewd and crude and don't appreciate good poetry. Oddly, I thought they'd be into poetry. And hey, I know I can be pretty lewd and crude too, but at least Equius seems to be all right with me.
Anyway, I told him that I'd listen to his poetry, and somehow that led off to a rap-off between him and Tavros. Honestly, I'm not sure which one did better, as I'm not really educated on these kinds of things yet.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-EIGHT):
I finally got to see his combat skills, up close! He's pretty badass, actually. He doesn't even need to use weapons because he has enough power to drive his fist alone through a monster.
I wonder if he could punch through armor. I guess it's only a matter of time before I see. :)
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-NINE):
It's funny, because almost as soon as I started my frantic search in trying to find someone to fix the damage in my Beast suit, he made a post LOOKING for things to do. It was all a very convenient arrangement.
He didn't want any payment though, which confuses me. I'll still try to figure out something I can do for him.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY):
Today we spoke a little about my suit, my unitmates, and my greater purpose in the world. I still don't think I've found it, but he suggested that maybe killing monsters is my calling. Though I'm not really sure if I agree with that assessment. I'm only good at fighting because I was built that way, but is it what I'm meant to do?
In that case, maybe the unfortunate events in my life were fated that way to make sure I had a reason to become strong. Then again, I've never liked the idea of fate.
Later on, I told him that my favorite color was purple and he told me that it would be a suitable blood color for me, if I were a troll. Considering purple is the highest in their blood caste system, that's a pretty huge compliment! As I was discussing these things with him, I came to the realization that I would have probably fared better in the troll world than I did in my regular world.
But I still think I look better with blonde hair than I would with black hair!
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FIVE):
I think he tried to calm me down, after my freak out on the network. I still didn't really feel a whole lot better, but I appreciate that he spoke with me anyway.
Note: Remember to save at least two people, when I find and take down KERNOS -- one for each of his friends that disappeared.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-NINE):
Today, he asked about how to hold a funeral. It might seem strange that troll culture doesn't seem to have some sort of equivalent to that ceremony, but if their world is as much of a battlefield as it's been described to me, maybe it's not such a weird thing after all -- in war, there's no time to bury bodies. You kill the person trying to kill you and you move on.
Anyway, after some discussion, I think he decided that burning his friend's body would be the best course of action. I don't really know a lot about funerals myself, so I hope I steered him in the right direction.
Further notes from the island:
At one point, we had to face each other to the death in battle. We both could not afford to die, so neither of us held back in our fight. Perhaps I held back a little, but regardless, I wound up dying.
But even if he killed me, I would have only killed him if he hadn't done so, so there's no point in holding a grudge about it. Who else would I find that truly appreciates fighting along side me in battle, after all?
UPDATES (W10;D1):
I awoke to find myself in a strange new city. That alone would be a reason for panic, but I'm glad that Equius was one of the first people I ran into, as seeing an unfamiliar face possibly might not have been good for me, at the time.
From what he told me, I've been missing for several months, and in that time, KERNOS is no longer in control. However, now a group called COMPASS runs things. I missed out on some boat trip too, but from the sounds of it, that might be a good thing anyway.
Regardless, he was happy to take up the job of again fixing my suit. I'm not sure what this new town might have in store for me, but it's good to have someone here that I can trust.
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Has some sort of relation with Bro, one interaction I stalked of Bro's would suggest younger brother, but I'm not entirely certain.
Acts very similar to Bro, although perhaps just the tiniest bit less stoic.
Knows how to use a wheeled device called a skateboard, seemingly competes against Bro, though I'm not exactly sure how.
Also apparently engages in some sort of dance and cheer, in the morning in one of the most ridiculous (but funny) displays I've seen.
UPDATES (DAY FIFTEEN)
Had a run-in with a ghost, but he seemed to have gotten off easy by telling it "who was the boss".
He claims he always gets off easy -- I resisted the easy insult there.
I got a seemingly uncharacteristic compliment from admitting I zapped myself. Is he into people hurting themselves? Or just unconventional ways of getting rid of ghosts? I'm not sure.
Also referred to Bro as his mother. As if the relation between the two wasn't confusing enough already. Although I'm certain that one was just a joke.
Which led to a strange discussion over who was more feminine between him and Bro. I hesitated, but told him my honest opinion on it: Bro is more masculine.
Which then led to him admitting owning a dress. I thought maybe he was overcompensating for something and had a secret desire to be female, but that's apparently not the case.
Although it was pretty obvious before, let this be known: Striders really like talking about dicks.
UPDATES (DAY NINETEEN):
Seemed to be holding some sort of audition for people to accompany him on missions. Though I wouldn't be able to trust anyone who couldn't audition in person, I wonder how well that tactic will work for him.
Apparently has some sort of adept skill, with the blade. I haven't seen anything in person though, so for now I have to take his word for it.
Prefers to be called "homie" over "chico".
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-THREE):
Was apparently deafened by something small enough to fit in his ear. Upon pressing the matter, apparently whatever it was likely did it while he was asleep. Do I need to start sleeping with my mask on again? Would it even stop it? Regardless, I gave him some of my best suggestions, such as electrocuting the pest and/or drowning it by putting water in his ears.
Even if I advised against it, it seems that Dave was adamant on getting in some sort of fight against someone -- possibly Gamzee? Seems like the most likely candidate from what I've stalked. Likely Tetora, if not him. Honestly, I don't know either of the two well, but I don't like anyone's chances, if they're not able to hear anything -- it's such a crucial skill to have in battle! He says it's an advantage though -- or is this a Strider thing where they claim everything's cool when it isn't? I wish I could be that calm, if I knew I was fucked. Either way, I tried warning him, and that's more than what I'd usually do. It's his own damned fault if he gets himself killed, right?
In the meantime, I'll see if there's a way to kill those parasites. I'm much more helpful in figuring out how to kill things, after all.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-SEVEN):
Guess he figured out how to kill it on his own. Actually, I'm not sure if he killed it or not, just that he somehow got it out with a pair of tweezers. He left without answering if he killed it or not! >:(
He's really weird and likes saying hi to everyone. I'm starting to think that he might be weirder than his brother, and that's saying something.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-NINE):
Looks like he's throwing some kind of Valentine's Day party -- some kind of holiday for romance. I would have likely gone anyway, if only just to observe how people act in parties of that nature, but for some reason he specifically insisted that he was going to find me a man in his open invitation to everyone.
The odd thing is that it's not the first time that someone suggested that I needed to find a man. Is it the way I act? Although I like physical contact way more than I'm comfortable admitting in public, I don't want anything like what Misa described to me as a "boyfriend" as A) I don't need anyone to protect me, B) I don't want to become as pathetic as her, and C) There's a good chance they'd wind up dead anyway, knowing my luck with attachments.
Anyway, although I insisted that I really didn't want one, he seemed even more adamant to become my "wingman" -- I think in Striderspeak, it means it's someone who negotiates unions between potential sexual partners, but I'm not quite certain. There were a lot of metaphors thrown in the given definition.
When I asked why he wanted to do this so badly, he said it was because I'm not boring and that there wasn't anyone else he wanted to "bother the piss out of" more than me. All things considering, I think it's one of the nicest things anyone's said to me in a long time... in the most backhanded way possible.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FIVE):
He really sounded like shit on the network tonight. I asked him what the hell happened, but he said he wasn't sure. Though I'm curious if he wasn't sure, or if he just didn't want to say what actually happened -- seems to be a recurrent thing in talking with a Strider.
Apparently one of the trolls was already bringing him something to help with whatever illness was affecting him, but it wasn't instant noodles, so I made a special trip to bring him some, because I don't trust any other food source to heal him up quickly enough.
I'm not sure what the hell happened to Bro, but I imagine losing both Striders I knew on the same day would have made me feel worse than I already feel now. Even if the kid still hasn't gotten used to my Octopus suit, I guess I'm glad I was able to help in some sort of way.
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Likes to sing while fighting monsters -- much like how I would sing while killing soldiers, earlier in my career. Made things easier -- funnier.
Seems to have some sort of trouble with some group of people. Didn't seem to want to talk about it, so I didn't press him.
Has some sort of advanced healing ability as well.
UPDATES (DAY EIGHTEEN):
Really seems to like pancakes. Not sure why, but he seems to like tacos even more. Hey, whatever makes him happy, I guess.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-ONE):
Appeared on the network shirtless. He has a nice body, like many of the males here do. This island really makes stalking enjoyable.
Hopefully he knows what he's getting himself into by offering an escape token. Makes more sense to me to just give it in private. He seems capable enough to defend himself, however.
Oddly seemed ashamed of the scars on his face, but not his body. Personally, I've seen worse shit, in my lifetime.
Has a...zombie form in some alternate dimension. I'm not sure what to think of that.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-SIX):
Looks like he got one of those deafening worms...and proceeded to yell very loudly on the network. :|
But he thinks he can actually stab his ear to kill that said worm. Normally I'd think it'd be pretty stupid to stab near where your brain is, but what the hell...he has a head version of him. I just really want to watch someone stab themselves and live to tell about it. It'd be kind of cool!
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FIVE):
After losing track of Bro and my roommate, seeing Deadpool's face on the network (after missing for so long) was a welcome sight and a definite morale booster -- even if it was just a little boost.
He said that he went back to his home world, in spite of not collecting enough escape tokens. Is that what happens to everyone who disappears from the island? I guess that's a slightly more comforting thought than assuming that they're all randomly slaughtered, but still... I don't know for sure. And for that uncertainty, KERNOS still needs to pay.
There was some weird moment, in our conversation, where he was addressing the voices in his head. Though, thinking about Screaming Mantis, she would constantly scream to drown out the screams in her own head, so it wasn't anything weirder than what I've already dealt with.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-NINE):
Said something about shooting himself in the head. Normally, I would have thrown a fit if any of my other homies mentioned such a thing, but he's mentioned that he's survived worse before, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Still, he better not be going around killing himself when he just back back here! :(
He thought that maybe the thing that was flying around had aliens in it, and I got really excited, because the other aliens I've spoken to here are really cool to talk to! But then he suggested that maybe the aliens really weren't cool at all, which brought me to another theory: what if KERNOS was actually a bunch of asshole aliens?! It makes sense if you think about it! They can pull off a lot of things that normal humans can't and they seem a hell of a lot more advanced than the rest of us! So either they're from the future, or they're from another planet. Perhaps both?
Mentioned he's more of a dog person and once had a German Shepard that may or may not have died in an explosion. I wonder if pets could be transported here too...
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Very annoying to talk to. Seems to fancy herself a therapist. Hopefully she was just bored.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-ONE):
Apparently fought against corrupted souls that turned into beasts, where she was from.
Doesn't have any friends or family. Interestingly enough, her world didn't have any men either.
Also claims to not age either.
Nothing in her world seems to matter, aside from fighting.
Wasn't as bad to talk to as the first time.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-EIGHT):
Ran into her, while fighting monsters. I suggested a test to see which of us could obliterate monsters, but that didn't seem to satisfy her -- she wanted a battle with me
At first I thought we'd be somewhat evenly matched. But no matter what I threw at her -- gunfire, tentacles, bombs -- none of it even seemed to faze her much! Even when she was bleeding out so many different pores, she just kept attacking.
Hell, I thought I was a beast in battle -- my unit was called the Beauty and the Beast Unit -- but even I'm not that relentless. I'm probably lucky that I got the hell out of there once I figured I wasn't any match for her.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY):
In spite of our battle, the last time we interacted, we had a mostly normal conversation about vomit.
Has some sort of ability to tame the beasts, but prefers to fight them.
Really doesn't seem to care about anything, other than fighting.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-TWO):
Today I was feeling particularly strange. I'm not exactly sure what the cause of it was, but in either case, I found myself in a relentless battle with her and Black Gold Saw (I don't know how to do the star thing on the keyboard :(). Long story short? I need to get a lot more creative and/or do a hell of a lot more research if I ever hope to defeat either of them in battle.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FOUR):
Seemed a bit disgruntled that people think her name is weird, even if it's really not that weird to me.
I asked her what she wants people to remember her for and she told me that she didn't really care, aside from knowing that she was strong. If anyone fought with her, I'm pretty sure they'll remember that.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FIVE):
I ran into her after my run-in with Dead Master. Beforehand, she sent me a text to calm down (why does it seem like everyone is always telling me to calm down anyway?). But once I came across her, we had a short chat. I think she might have wanted to battle, but for some reason held back.
Maybe she wanted me at my best condition? There was no way I could have beaten her that night, but I still need to figure out a way to defeat her, if I hope to some day take down the bastards that took away my friends.
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I TRIED to be helpful, as he seemed to have some sort of grievances about dying before, but he really seemed to undermine my advice.
I really couldn't care less if he lived or died.
I'd rather not talk to him again, if I can help it.
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Apparently trolls get unlimited sets of teeth! How lucky for them!
Really seems to have some sort of issue with Equius (calling him a "tool") and Vriska (calling her a "bitchsis"), but at the same time claims he doesn't have an issue with them. How curious...
Seems to be on Equius' side on thinking that blood color DOES have some sort of importance in troll culture. Really, it's interesting seeing different trolls' takes on this topic.
Calls a lot of people "motherfuckers".
Seems all right to me.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-TWO):
Really seemed pissed off...at KERNOS (I think?). Not sure about what though, but it involved someone lying to him.
Apparently doesn't want to go back to his world, because meteors destroyed it, in the previous game he was in. Does this mean that it could happen to the game we're in now?
Seems to have about the same level of enjoyment for violence as I do, but reassured me that he wouldn't exercise it on me. Still, it's best to be cautious.
Learned about emoticons from him. Like ;D is a winking face with a big grin!
Apparently there's four different forms of "troll romance". I already knew about moirails from Equius, which is some form of best friends who keep each other level-headed. Matespirit is someone trolls pity, but make out with anyway. Kismesis is when you and another person hate each other a lot, but you can't kill each other...which seems pointless to me. Auspistices (a term I found on a later post by another troll) is some sort of thing where two people really hate each other, but at least one of them already hates another person, so it'd be cheating if they hated another person, but a third person acts as a mediator between the two to make it a more neutral relationship...troll relationships are confusing.
A pump biscuit is a heart, not a dick.
Apparently trolls have some sort of mating ritual where they...ejaculate into a bucket. I don't think I'll ever look at a bucket the same ever again.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-FOUR):
I watched him torture Equius on camera. Should I have said something? What could I say to something like that? I've had my fun torturing and killing people, in the past, so I'm hardly entitled to speak out against it...because I understand the joy one gets from it all too well. But still, why do I feel a sort of nagging feeling about doing nothing?
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-NINE):
He asked about human religions, today on the network. As most people already chimed in to talk about how there's several different religions, in our world, I added that I don't believe any of them are real. Why would they be? Religion is nothing more than fairy tales.
From what I understand, he used to believe in something, while he was high on some sort of troll drug. He's not sure if it messed with your free will, but he did say that it made him calmer, though it comes at the price of messing with your head.
Though he did say that colors were brighter, while he was on it. It must have been beautiful, at the very least.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FOUR):
Something seemed to be unsettling him, so he asked the network for suggestions on how to calm himself down. One of my suggestions was to look at the sea, but he really didn't seem to like that suggestion at all. From what he described, I think he grew up by the sea and had a goat as a lusus who was obsessed with swimming (but at some point got TOO obsessed with swimming and didn't see Gamzee again :().
I also mentioned to him that sometimes I'm an octopus -- he seemed pretty confused by that. Guess I'll have to show him sometime.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-EIGHT):
He mentioned something about a "chuckle voodoo". I think, from his description, that he can implant some sort of fear into people. I can't imagine that I'd want to be subjected to that, but he said I had nothing o worry about. :)
He said I'm a homie to him, so I guess we're friends now! But that means that I have to save him at least one person to kill when I get my hands on KERNOS. That's what a good friend would do, right?
UPDATES (WEEK 10):
After arriving in this new city and learning that I had been gone for around six months, it's been saddening to find that just about everyone I ever knew had vanished in my absence. At the very least, though, I'm glad that Gamzee is still here... even if I can't understand a lot of what he's trying to say.
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Met at a party.
Has some sort of jacket that's capable of holding items as large as a table but not bigger than a tank. This mildly disappoints me.
German. Is far more comfortable speaking his native language, than English.
Insisted on knowing my real name.
Doesn't think I should be in battle, although I'm very accustomed to it.
Weird man.
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For some reason, he had not removed the parasite from his body yet. I thought he was strange before, but now I'm starting to think he borders on idiotic.
Really seems nice...to a fault, even. Seemingly would trust even the people with the worst reputations. I should be happy about that, but I'm more worried for his sake.
Definitely not a threat. Will probably wind up getting himself killed.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-ONE):
Can't say I'm surprised at all that he doesn't think he's capable of completing missions.
Hopefully he at least gets some weapons for his own sake.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-SIX):
Thinks that people should be protecting others to keep them from disappearing. But...wouldn't it be more effective to let people get stronger on their own? At least, in this place, people are encouraged to make themselves stronger through survival. I wish I could have made myself stronger, so many years ago.
I think he might have been trying to hit on me, but I can't really tell that kind of thing. Oddly, I've never had any desire to feel him up, so I don't return the feelings, if he has that kind.
But he said he was going to try to get weapons! At least that's a step in the right direction for him! That is...if anything I'm telling him is even sinking into his head.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-NINE):
Saw him over at the new bar, Group Therapy (even if the name unsettles me, just slightly). He tried to hug me right away and probably nearly got himself hurt! Good thing I can control that power - to an extent.
Seems to have barely survived the monster horde. Still seems hesitant on learning on how to defend himself. At this point, I think it's just sheer luck keeping him alive.
Although I really want to see him successfully fend off a monster with a frying pan. That would, admittedly, be pretty badass.
He started to act really weird, when I mentioned smuppets. I'm not exactly sure why.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY):
As with most of the people who replied to my post, he seemed really confused by the fact that I can vomit ink.
Also seems to not like the fact that I'll kill people if I have to. Hey, at least it's not like I'm randomly killing people for the hell of it, right?
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FIVE):
Apparently he lost a friend today. I suggested that maybe he'd want to get vengeance for him, but he seemed rather displeased at the idea of it. I don't get it. If someone close to you was taken down by someone, wouldn't the right thing be to kill whoever did it?
But I think Eike was suggesting that I was selfish for thinking that way. :(
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Psychologist. I'm a little wary around people of the profession, but it'd be hasty to make any judgements based on that.
Offered his assistance, but I doubt I'll look him up.
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I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
I hate him.
If I figure out who this Scarecrow guy is, I'll kill him!
EDIT: Based on clues I got, from a conversation with Velma, I believe this Scarecrow might be Jonathan Crane. I'm not completely certain, however
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FIVE):
Tried speaking with me, after my network post. That fucker probably just wanted to egg me on more, especially after the last conversation we had. Well, assuming he is the Scarecrow.
He can go fuck himself.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-SEVEN):
I don't even care if it makes me a bad person for admitting this, but I didn't feel any sort of remorse in him injured, on the network.
He said something about movies, and since Bro was the only person I was getting information on movies with (and he's since disappeared :() I struck up a conversation with him about zombie movies. It makes me more knowledgeable about the subject AND it delays him from getting help in answering my questions about it! It was a win-win situation!
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Seems to specialize in using the bow and arrow. A seemingly medieval tactic, but there was one legendary soldier -- in the 60s -- that used a crossbow, so it's certainly nothing to scoff at.
Really wants to get off the island -- mentioned something about super villains? Maybe she's from some place where it isn't completely grey on both sides.
Has been assigned to be my new roommate, though I wonder if she'll last longer than the other three that were assigned to me before. Note to self: don't sleep naked anymore.
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-NINE):
As we were both recovering, from the swarm of monsters the day before, we had a bit of a chance to talk about some things.
Apparently she has quite a few members in her crime-fighting group -- six or seven of them -- she claims she got into the business, through her uncle. The Justice League has all of the more powerful members in it, but the sidekicks also have their own group.
I sort of envy her for having such a strong connection with those she fights with.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY):
We had a small discussion about my ink vomit, but the most intriguing part of our talk was that she hinted that going against her mother's wishes and drinking in a bar wouldn't be the worst thing she's done. I can only wonder what she was referring to.
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Seemed to have disappeared, but came back again? Regardless, she didn't remember any of the time she spent on the island before. She mentioned that maybe I spoke to a future her, but I don't even want to think about how confusing that concept is.
Still really seems to want to see my Octopus form though, so I've got to make sure she sees it this time!
Really didn't seem bothered by the potential dangers of the island, but all of the trolls are pretty strong, aren't they?
UPDATES (DAY TWENTY-SEVEN):
For some odd reason, she seemed more...giggly than usual?
Also, she has a real dislike for track pants, because some "old hag" named "Her Imperious Condescension" wore them.
I suggested that she should strangle her with those track pants, but Feferi was afraid that she would be exposed to her aging, sagging nudity. So therefore, I added that she should add a towel to this assassination attempt. I think I might have really helped her here!
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Noted that my laughing over nearly killing some with vomit was very human. I'm not really sure what to make out of a comment like that, but I think I'm flattered?
She speaks with many long pauses in her speech. When I asked why, she responded that it was something that she couldn't help -- probably something akin to my compulsive laughter. I don't mind it though.
Although her name might suggest that she has some power in dealing with the dead, apparently her name was just something she was born with. Hmm.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-TWO):
Today I was feeling particularly strange. I'm not exactly sure what the cause of it was, but in either case, I found myself in a relentless battle with her and Black Gold Saw (I don't know how to do the star thing on the keyboard :(). Long story short? I need to get a lot more creative and/or do a hell of a lot more research if I ever hope to defeat either of them in battle.
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FOUR):
Apparently she and Saw were having issues with people calling their names weird? I suppose they differ from most names humans are given at birth, but as I'm far more used to military codenames, I don't particularly care. As it is, I can personally attest that those two women are definitely not human, if their skills in battle is anything to go by.
Noted that someone called her a "Dude Master". Though she seemed a little... I don't know, flustered(?) when I teased her about it? Hey, if nothing else, if she did figure out how to control men, I doubt anyone would be giving her a hard time about her name at all!
UPDATES (DAY THIRTY-FIVE):
I ran into her today, while I was putting up body parts of the monsters I slayed up for display (I had to show KERNOS who was the aggressor after what they did to my friend). I didn't really realize it at the time, but I was really being far more careless than I should be, on this island.
It's funny how the last time I came face to face with her, we wound up fighting, but this time she sort of knocked some sense in me to quit fighting for the night.
I'm not sure if that makes us friends or not.
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Inquired about the location of Deadpool, on the network. As he's a friend of mine, I actually took the time to respond.
I didn't get to know her much at all, in the conversation, but from the little I did pick up, she seemed to be concerned about her friend, whom Deadpool apparently visted a lot.
Seems all right.
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It seems that she got the same, anonymous message of mouth breathing I did. Since I was curious about the same message -- especially after the unpleasant chat I had with him afterward -- I responded to her message to see if I could find out more about that creep.
Somehow, she was able to deduce that I had some emotional trauma and that I had PTSD, although she was a bit off the mark in assuming that it was because of something I did in battle. That made me a bit uncomfortable, but she at least didn't question further into that.
She thinks the person who did it was a doctor. A psychologist? Possibly Dr. Crane?
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Thinks that folding a thousand pieces of paper to resemble cranes will grant some sort of wish. I have my doubts that it will work, but I guess I've seen crazier shit in my lifetime.
Really doesn't seem confident in his battling ability -- probably means he's no threat to me. But he says that he kind of specializes in stealth -- similar to my own abilities. The only way he differs from me is that he doesn't need a suit to disguise himself -- he can transform out of some sort of supernatural power.
Comes from 1979 -- far behind the technology of 2014, but it doesn't seem like he really needs it anyway.
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Friend of Kal's, but she seemed more amused than anything about me throwing up on him. That's good, last thing I want around here are more enemies.
But she seems pretty friendly and was happy enough to answer all of my questions about her terminology. Even if the robots she's familiar with, Geth, apparently need to learn how to take orders better.
UPDATES (W10D1):
One of the first people I ran into, upon my arrival in Zelien. I didn't know her very well on the island, but it was still a relief to see someone that was at least vaguely familiar.
I learned that she heavily depends on her suit, perhaps even more than I do on my own. Because she's some sort of alien, many of the things in the atmosphere just aren't good for her and make her really sick. :(
At least she knows Equius, so maybe he can help her out if her suit breaks again. :(
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I tried to offer to help her, but it seems like she needs things that the city doesn't offer. :(
Still, I'll try to keep an eye out for those kinds of things.
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I first mistook him as a hostile enemy. But when his first words with me are demanding me to put my weapon down and he points a gun at me, what else am I supposed to think? I probably would have gone along with his demands too, but then I realized that I could not surrender my tentacles over. So I guess I was a little rude after that.
After we got to talking a little, it turns out that he was newer to this whole traveling to different worlds thing than I was. I guess I can't blame him for acting that way, as I know I freaked out a lot more than he did, when I first arrived on the island.
Information I managed to get out of him included that he was from the year 2016, two years after my time, and he apparently really hates someone called Vladimir Makarov. Also, his world is probably about as bad as mine was. I made kind of a careless remark on that one. Even if he was kind of an asshole at first, I shouldn't have said that. :(
Maybe if I can find him a pack of cigarettes, he can relax a little bit. But if it's like it was on the island, it's going to be hard to get a hold of one of those.
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Ran into him, at the bar. I tried to be more careful with what questions I asked him, but because of that, I didn't learn too much more about him. Though I did learn that he was in some kind of unfinished mission. If he was that determined to get back to it, I would think he'd get some really good reward out of it, but he claimed to just want to protect the people that are important to him.
I figured it was best to keep it to myself that you really can't protect those you care about. You can only really make yourself stronger so that you don't get screwed over and hope that the ones you care about do the same. :(
But a kind of weird thing is that he doesn't ever seem to fully remove his mask, even when drinking. Is he trying to hide who he is? Or maybe he has some sort of scar he's ashamed about? Don't know, but I get the feeling that he doesn't want to talk about it anyway.
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He freaks me out a little, because of his resemblance to the Snake from my world... that I was supposed to kill before being originally brought on the island. And to top things off? His voice is a little similar and he also refers to himself as "Snake". So you would think he is Snake, wouldn't you?
But no... I'm meticulous about remembering every little detail about a target. And this guy? He's scarily similar, but he's not the Snake I was supposed to kill.
Besides, would the real Snake help me out right away? I don't think so.
He comes from the 70s, but the bigger surprise? Apparently he's actually Big Boss. I'm not an expert on history, but even I've heard rumblings about him amongst the PMCs and troops. He must have been a truly extraordinary soldier.
In hindsight, I'm glad he's not the Snake I'm destined to battle.
UPDATES (WEEK 12):
I ran into him, at the carnival. Since he helped me out, a couple of weeks ago, I gave him a couple packs of the cigarettes I won at one of the games. In return, he offered a stuffed octopus. I was hesitant to take it, because of my history with the animal, but... a toy one couldn't hurt, right?
I think I'll name it Silent Octopus. :)
UPDATES (WEEK 13):
I will never understand what the connection is with Snakes and a worrying fixation on boxes. Maybe in the 70s it would be effective camouflage, but in 2014, that's pretty obsolete. Still, it's a pretty worrying obsession for him.
Later, he asked me some questions about the events in my world. I think he wanted to know more about Raiden, but I couldn't provide him with much, as my target was Snake. The other Snake. This still is pretty confusing to talk about the two of them.
He also wanted to know about my reasoning for joining the war in the first place, but that's something that isn't as easy to explain. :(
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She helped me out with carrying my suit. Seems nice enough, I'll have to figure out a way I can repay her somehow.
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He's really, really talkative and excitable. Seems okay, though.
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Someone who's been around, since the island. I never spoke with him before today, but he seems really big on information gathering. Seems okay, as he answered a couple of questions I had.
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Met him at the lounge. He asked about my laughing, but he was really polite and not rude about it, so it didn't bother me much.
Apparently he's some sort of clone, and has a tattoo on his head that brands him as a product of a corporation. Being made into a product of war myself, I kind of understand where he's coming from, but yet he seems even less experienced with a world outside of being a product than even I am. He really did ask me a lot of questions, when I think about it now, but I guess I didn't mind it either.
Though I feel a little sad that he seems to be incapable of knowing if he's content or not. I haven't reached that point in my life yet, but it's still a little troubling that he has this much trouble thinking for himself. :(
UPDATES (WEEK 13):
This guy really is baffling. He's doing favors for a guy named Greed... for no reason at all. Just because he has no reason to say no. I'm not sure if that's concerning or some level of generosity I'm not getting.
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He caught my eye, at the lounge, because he had a big area to himself with a lot of fucking booze... probably even more than what I drank that night. And considering I can't even get affected by booze, that's really saying something. I'm not sure if it's because he was really drunk or because he's just that friendly, but he let me sit with him.
After talking with him, he really seems like my kind of person. He's funny, attractive, and seems to have a penchant for violence. When I get my suit fixed, I really want to see him fight sometime. :)
He didn't like the names LB or Laughing Beauty, so he came up with another one. I guess I look like a Taylor. :)
Even if I couldn't care less about alcohol, one way or the other, I tried to help him look for "better" stuff because I really did like his company that much.
This one could either be a lot of fun or a lot of trouble for me.
Or both.
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After feeling really shitty, after the House of Mirrors, he came across me at the Whack-A-Mole booth. I was so absorbed by bad feelings resurfacing that I didn't even notice he was there, at first. :(
But just having him around was enough to get my head out of that, especially considering that I think he broke the machine with his bare hands! :) :) And he could move faster than any other human I've ever seen before.
When I asked him about it, though, he didn't seem to want to talk about it, so I didn't press. He's one of the very few people that didn't make any comments or make me feel weird about my laughing, so it's the least I could do. That, and he really went out of his way to keep me company.
But I really do want to get to know him. Out of the new people in Zelien, he's the one that interests me the most. I'm not sure if he considers me a friend yet, but I hope we can be. Maybe eventually, I can learn more about him. :)
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Met him at the lounge. He seems like a pretty friendly guy and we kind of bonded with the fact that both of our names are kind of a mouthful.
Other than that, though, I don't know a lot more about him.
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I saw him at the bar and just the sight of him was bothering me until I actually spoke with him.
Then I found that he's probably a younger version of my commanding officer.
Now I'm even more bothered. But it should be okay, since he's from a time where he doesn't know me, right?
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My roommate, in this new city. Which... hopefully doesn't mean that she'll disappear right away, like all my previous roommates did. :(
She seems pretty cool, though! Seems to have a pretty high alcohol tolerance.
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It was the most embarrassing way to meet someone ever, but since she was carrying a camera, she found out my particular problem with them. :( :( :(
She must think I'm the weirdest person ever, but she at least seemed nice? She was apparently a fashion photographer, which honestly sounds really cool. It's another world I dreamed about seeing in my own world someday, but somehow I wound up on a very different path. :(
In spite of that, though, Rei hadn't been to a carnival either, so I felt a little less weird about it.
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Apparently has had some trouble with people shooting at her, if she transforms into her panther or crow forms. Considering my own shapeshifting abilities, this could be a concern... I'm going to really keep my eyes sharp whenever I go outside with my Octopus suit.
But she only seemed slightly annoyed by this and not as upset as most people would be.
Also, she apparently has some kind of gun that doesn't run out of bullets. Lucky. :(
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Made a post about wanting a razor (apparently since his girlfriend, Mako, doesn't like stubble, as I found out from some stalking). Seems to be some kind of soldier, from the little bit of information I got out of him and Mako.
Though it's weird that his world has some sort of problem with supplying clean water, though there's apparently bipedal robots. But I can relate that worlds governed by war are probably more concerned with weaponry than they are with basic resources.
Seems like an okay and sensible kind of guy.
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Strangely, he seemed to be doing some kind of status report on me. I only say strange, since most here are content in fending for themselves. Not a bad thing, just something I'm not really used to.
He told me that those strange ripples outside led to space the last time. I'm guessing that's not a good thing... but I can't help but think that it really sounds kind of cool. :( I want to see what space looks like, but maybe not with COMPASS in control. :(
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Girlfriend of Raleigh who apparently doesn't like stubble. :)
It's hard to really tell from text messages, but I think she seems like a really nice and helpful girl. I mean, she offered to help me find ammunition for my gun if I helped her and her boyfriend get some medical supplies.
Seems to be some kind of "ranger", and is in some kind of militant organization who use some kind of mobile force to fight against aliens. In addition to that, she's smart enough to have skills in engineering and appears to at least some kind of basic understanding of French.
Probably someone I should get to know better.
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The one person here that might actually know who I really am and the things I've done. I don't think he knows I'm here, but that's good, because even if Big Boss says that there wouldn't be trouble, I'm pretty sure there still will be if we run across each other.
All I know about him is that he got into some really suggestive looking battles with one of my commanding officers, but he wasn't my prey, so he wasn't a concern to me.
Until now.
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