5th September 2012
Link reblogged from Ghostbird. with 7,881 notes
spookvogel:
dawk-hamir:
illzie:
Iliana is lacking 1) fashion sense 2) food 3) a job.
lolnope
dawk-hamir is lacking 1) a real life 2) communication skills 3) love.
oh okay
spookvogel is lacking 1) communication skills 2) a clone 3) a waifu.
o.
Jack is lacking 1) french fries 2) telekinesis 3) a job.
All of these things are true.
Tagged: silly
Source: lawrencias
5th September 2012
Post reblogged from Ex-President George Sears with 7 notes
asksolidus:
He grunted a little at the last bit, and shook his head “I didn’t know better back then. I did trust him, and that was a mistake. Now, trust is the furthest thing I have from him. I thought we were friends, and he sold me to the Patriots. So, what’s done is done.” He then looked directly at Jack “And I didn’t want closure. Now, I do. Then, I just wanted to find a new place for myself, find something to be, somewhere to fit. Now, not so much.”
He cleared his throat, pausing, before shaking his head “But I guess, expressing one’s own feelings is still a form of seeking closure. So, I was lying to myself. And now that i realize how pointless my continued existance is, both to myself, and to others, I want to know what my son things. Would you be happier with me gone again? Do you want me out of your life, never to bother you again?” He tilted his head, his eyes glancing to every minor muscle movement Jack made, trying to read him for an answer beforehand.
“I guess hindsight’s twenty-twenty…” Jack mumbled, moving his hand up to cover his mouth and once more divert his gaze away.
Conversation was difficult. Honesty was hard to take or deliver while looking someone in the eye. Both of these things were hard to do when emotion was involved and he wasn’t even sure what emotions were there. When he was young, he considered the man before him to be this shining pillar that he should look to. He wanted nothing more than to please this man and now he wasn’t sure whether he didn’t give a damn, there were still some remnant of those feelings threatening to disrupt his calm, or if he actively wanted to cause him grief. There was spite, of course, but when he looked at Solidus now, more or less broken, it was difficult to pull from those reserves outside of general frustration.
Maybe it was also a product of their location. Having an outburst in public like this wouldn’t be good, which was exactly why he decided to meet with him around other people in the first place. That decision might have been holding him back and, good or not, it made him feel stupid.
“I…” he sighed, keeping his mouth blocked from view but his words weren’t mumbled. Dammit, he had to get his thoughts in order. “I never asked you to come back into my life.” It was said before he realized it and the flood gate was opened. “If we hadn’t played into The Patriots’ little game, we never would have met up again. You weren’t even sure it was me until you got a good look, right? I think — I think you’re just stuck in the past.” Jack lowered his voice, bringing his hand back down to grip the side of the table. “I feel idiotic saying that to someone who is basically a ghost but it’s true. This doors business, your alternate reality. You got this whole new lease on life and you can’t even start over. You’re playing right back into their hands. Isn’t that what you were trying to avoid?”
The final question was dodged but a whole ‘nother can of worms opened.
Tagged: asksolidusbigshellagentrp
Source: bigshellagent
5th September 2012
Post reblogged from 雷電 with 3 notes
askcyborgraiden:
Gently, Raiden brought the baby Sunny around to his front, and cradled her in his arm. The child seemed confused at first seeing two nearly-identical faces looking down at her, but soon, the situation got to her, and she broke into a momentary giggle which was stifled only by a hiccup.
“She seems to be doing okay since I got her some food and changed her, but even so, she’s still crying a lot more.”
At this point, Raiden tried to hold the thermometer to Sunny’s face, simply hoping that she would know what to do with it. She didn’t. She was a baby.
He stared for a moment to the baby, to the thermometer, back to Sunny, and finally to Jack.
“…”
He didn’t know what to do. Which worried him, because if he was at a loss, then Jack was…?
Jack tensed up when his other cradled the baby close. Did he have any feeling in his arms? Was he able to be gentle enough despite it? With her bright smile and happy giggle, it seemed so and Jack let out a stiff exhale, allowing himself to smile down at Olga’s child for the first time.
“Hi, Sunny…”
At his cyborg self’s comment, he nodded and relinquished the thermometer. Biting his lip, the scene before him awkwardly played out in similar fashion. His eyes were locked to the baby, the thermometer, Sunny, and then they both looked at each other.
“Sh-should I…?” he could tell this was difficult. Both of them were completely lost, but maybe it would be easier if one of them held her and the other — with softer, human hands — tried to get her temperature. Without waiting for a response, Jack held his hands out to take the thermometer back and touch Sunny lightly on the head to offer some reassurance. Compared to the air in the room, she felt a little warm but he couldn’t tell just by that if it was a normal temperature for a baby or something to be worried about. “Uh… C-Come on, Sunny. Open up.” Gently he touched the very tip of the freshly cleaned and hopefully germ free thermometer to her lips. When that didn’t seem to get the message across, Jack shifted uncomfortably.
He was going to feel silly, but… Trying to put on a face that would keep her smiling, he opened his mouth, tapped her lips with the metallic tip, closed his mouth, and repeated. Maybe she would copy him. Hopefully.
Tagged: askcyborgraidenbigshellagentrp
Source: bigshellagent
4th September 2012
Post reblogged from Ex-President George Sears with 7 notes
asksolidus:
He nodded at the comment “Likely, Economy is always changing things.” he waited, listening to Jacks question, before he looked up to him “Peace of mind… or closure. A second opinion.” he reached up, and caressed his own cheek for a second, thinking, before he crossed his arms, and leaned on them a little bit “Your life… do you feel you’d be happier, or more content without me around.” he looked straight to Jacks’ face, to watch for a reaction, then continued onward
“I’ve come to realize that my continued existance here, in this world, and the ‘next’ is… well, pointless, to say the least. I can’t stay here, and that world doesn’t need soldiers like me. all the people I know detest me, and the only man I was ever truly friends with stabbed me in the back. And I’ve come to believe that showing up again did nothing but make your life worse.” He looked off over Jacks shoulder, for a moment, as something caught his eye, then leaned back “So I want to know what you think. I want closure.”
Idly glancing into his mug of melted ice and cloudy coffee, Jack didn’t pay Solidus’ comment about the economy any mind. Instead, he refused eye contact and glanced over his shoulder, wondering if a waitress might come by so he could order another drink or if he would have to get up and do it inside. The time away from Solidus, however brief, would probably have been a relief. Those thoughts quickly slipped away when one word passed George Sears’ lips: “closure”.
The corner of Jack’s lip twitched, threatening something between a cringe and a snarl, but he held back and finally looked at the man. His fingers twitched, wanting to clench the plastic cup tightly, but he refrained. It was likely due to the shock of Solidus’ words sinking in that he didn’t bite back immediately, but when he cemented that word in a final time, Jack moved his hand from the cup and made a fist on the table.
“I remember,” he started, voice a little shaky from the frustration he was holding back, “when we were discussing your feelings for Olga, you distinctly said you didn’t want closure.” The exact words at the time involved Solidus going through something of a mid-life crisis, but that was unnecessary to reference when that precise word was floating around so readily. “I get to ask a question. Why do you think all of the people you know have a problem with you? Better yet, if Ocelot was who you trusted most, I’d have to seriously wonder about your choices when he’s a professional triple crosser at this point.”
Tagged: asksolidusbigshellagentrp
Source: bigshellagent
4th September 2012
Post with 3 notes
-Somewhere in the hallway, a door appears. Unlike the others before or after it in the hallway, the door is different in colour and shape. Quietly, it opens, and the figure that comes from it moves even quieter. He shuts the door behind him, and the strange door disappears. He knocks on a door — once (per usual.)-
Unlike the times before, this one was expected. Prepared for. The knock was met with a soft but quick opening, Jack stepping back to allow a wide enough berth for his cyborg counterpart before closing it with the same precision. The lights were on dimly in the living room and kitchen, a standing fan oscillating in a far corner offering a low hum to the otherwise quiet apartment. Once the door was locked up again, the younger of the two hurried over to his companion and held out the thermometer. Jack paused, blue eyes struck by the small, pale haired young girl. His brows knit nervously but there was a small smile threatening to become something more.
“How’s she doing?” he kept his voice low, not wanting to disturb her or the neighbors.
Tagged: askcyborgraidenbigshellagentrp
4th September 2012
Post reblogged from Ex-President George Sears with 7 notes
asksolidus:
Solidus was running a little late. A slight oversight on the time issue. He arrived at the outdoor cafe at 4:00 sharp, exactly one half hour late for their meeting. He walked up on the cafe, and nearly immediately spotted the seat where they had arranged to meet. He was dressed formally, this time appearing in a black suit with a grey tie, his hair combed back, though it still looked a little forlorn, with an eyepatch over his left.
“Sorry i’m late… it turned out this wasn’t the cafe i was remembering… or at least… not here…” he looked at the title of the cafe, scratching his chin softly, one of his ‘gives’ for a white lie.
In that time, Jack had half a mind to get up and leave. He really didn’t need to offer his time to this man, not anymore when he had sacrificed so much just for a single iota of praise. Maybe it was his training forcing him not to budge, that forced sense of loyalty which made it so difficult to not do what he was told. As he battled this out within himself, he didn’t realize just how much time had passed and a gruff, familiar voice greeted him.
“Right,” he mumbled in response, pulling his nearly empty mug closer. Jack nodded to the seat across from him. It was a circular table, two chairs with barely room for a third that had a large umbrella sticking through the center. The shade it offered was a huge relief in the heat. “Guess it moved,” he offered a curt shrug before tapping his fingers slightly on the side of his cup.
“So. You wanted… peace of mind?” There was clear skepticism in his voice, but it wasn’t exactly harsh. Whatever this was about, he wanted it done with, however there was always the chance of it actually going in a positive direction. Or maybe he was being too optimistic with the past couple days being really positive.
Tagged: asksolidusbigshellagentRP
Source: bigshellagent
4th September 2012
Question
whiterequiem asked: ★☆
★ IC - Lobster’s one of my favorite foods.
☆ OOC - I hate lobster ):
Tagged: answerwhiterequiemfacts
4th September 2012
Post reblogged from 雷電 with 21,092 notes
Tagged: askboxooc
Source: askboxmemes
4th September 2012
Question
whiterequiem asked: BLONDIE MAKE ME FOOD
What kind?
I wouldn’t mind the practice, actually. I… usually try to cook before Rose has a chance to.
Tagged: answerwhiterequiem
