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[2016-09-26 23:32:24 +0000 UTC]
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"..Who this..?"
( reply here to rp with zackry or talk to the mun ooc )
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Zombie was leading agents the wall outside of a bookstore smoking a cigarette.
She took the cigarette out of her mouth and let out some smoke.s She turned her head to see all the people running back and forth like bugs.
All trying to get somewhere with little time.
Ash for her. She had nothing else to do with her life.
Besides getting into fights with other people.
She watches as a man ran out of the bookstore with a purse in him and.
A women ran out of the store a moment later.
"Someone stop him! He took my purse!"
The women screamed as Zombie looked at the man as she stood up straight.
"Ladies your voice is annoying, shut up."
Zombie said as she held her out towards the area the man was running in.
From under the man, two skeleton hands grabbed his feet and forced him to fall on the ground. More skeleton crawled up from the ground, holding the man down as Zombie calmly walked outer to the man and took the bag from him. The man looked up at Zombie with fear in him eye.
"You don't need this."
She said as she brought her cigarette up to her mouth and out it back inside of her mouth. She walked back to the women and handed her her bag back.
"Here--"
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!!"
The women screamed as hit Zombie in the face with her bag before she ran away from her. Zombie got a cut in her face from the impact. She brought her hand up to her face as she felt the blood roll down her face. She rolled her eyes and let out a "Tch." Before going back leading agents the wall outside of a bookstore smoking a cigarette again. . .
"Tch, humans are so annoying. . . "
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Out of Sugar
ok i hardly come on this account anymore but i will for th is
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( lmao )
( zack is precious )
( a daily dose of zackry content can cure any illness )
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Out Of Sugar
we
we must rp
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( yes )
( we shall rp )
( who starts )
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Out Of Sugar
*finger guns in your direction*
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( aight i got this )
( cracks knuckles )
( here goes )
The false clone was tired of being cooped up in Zone One all the time. He had made his way into what he assumed was Zone Three. The description he heard from others seemed to match this place. It was fascinating to him. When he entered the factory, it seemed well-built and refined. It even made Zone One's appearance look shabby. Even though he was lost, he still attempted to make it through the factory. He thought of the valuable elements the elsens at Zone One had lectured him about, making him wonder what element was valued here. He only remembered plastic and smoke, though.
( is that good )
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As nice and...somewhat clean as it might of looked, some thing was defiantly wrong with the place.
Some the Elsens, oddly enough, didn't seem afraid of anything, and the rest looked dangerously close to going burnt.
Though, the part of the factory that Zackry was in seemed...empty.
As though the Elsens were deliberately avoiding that area.
its great my dude : D
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As he walked through the factory, he noticed empty desks and workrooms. Everything seems oddly quiet too, besides the droning of machines and active pipes. This place was supposed to be active, right? Did Seneca do something? As he walked, he rarely saw small piles of a white powdery substance. The seemingly desolate factory gave him an eerie feeling.
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The piles smelled very, very sweet.
It was almost sickening.
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((Here's the starter. x3 ))
Damian had been with his father on a mission for what felt like hours. Somehow they got separated in the mix of it and...now he was someplace that was hardly familiar to him. This didn't even look like Gotham anymore. And all he did was travel through the park and through a tunnel and suddenly he's in a whole new place entirely. Sure, he knew now that superpowers and magic existed. He had met several superheroes with such abilities. He just didn't think he would come across such a thing while he was on his own. He wondered if his father was worried about him...
Ignoring the thought, he traversed forward. There should be a way out of this place and back to Wayne Manor. He looked about himself and frowned. Everything was...different in color compared to his home. Brighter, yet bleaker. It was almost eerie, but he was used to it. He passed through a few buildings when he suddenly stopped. On the side looked like a young boy. He was looking around for something, it looked like. Black hair, white clothes, and an odd mask, the kid continued to look about himself for something or other. But considering he was the only person Damian had found, he figured he would be the best person to ask just where he was. Marching up to him-he probably didn't need to-Damian stood tall as he garnered the child's attention.
"Hey, kid! I need to have a word with you." And he could have used a nicer tone...but this was Damian we were talking about.
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The clone was inspecting the desolate area Seneca had left him at earlier. There were abandoned buildings everywhere. He assumed it was supposed to be inhabited, but all the other clones he had met were gone. Upon hearing a newcomer's voice, he turned around and looked up at him. He hesitated due to the stranger's tone, but responded anyways. "..Yes?" He said quietly, staring at the stranger.
( aaa sorry for the short reply )
( i couldnt think lmao )
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Damian nodded his head and looked about himself. "Okay, good. If you can direct me to Gotham Academy, I should be able to get back to the hideout from there," he told him as he crossed his arms and waited for the directions.
"What...is this place? I don't recall seeing it around Gotham...if we're even in Gotham anymore."
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He tilted his head at the odd name the newcomer had mentioned. "..Goth..am?" He repeated. "Gotham... Not here." He continued, a little embarrassed of his lack of intelligence. "Sorry." He listened to the stranger continue. "Father bring me here." He replied. "Who are you?" The clone asked, itching the back of his neck.
( zack isnt the greatest with grammar, any errors made in speech is intentional btw )
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"I'm Robin," Damian answered, "the son of Batman. But if Gotham isn't here, then it's the work of magic for this whole catastrophe. Regardless, you know this place better than I do, so you will help me find my way out. Because if I got in then I can get out."
Looking around some more, Damian finally sighed and crossed his arms and sent the kid a bit if a look. He was playing a role, so he had to be serious for everything. "Well, let's get this tour on the road."
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"Uh.." He said, looking around. "...no. I don't." He continued, a shameful tone in his voice. "There is path over there." He said, pointing into the distance. "Might find floating cube." He said, adding a little more happiness into his tone. He looked back at Robin, tilting his head a little.
( for a little more context, floating cubes are the weird teleportation devices people in the off universe use )
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((I know. I've actually played the game before. I kept it on my laptop. I also got into it because of Markiplier. XD ))
Damian furrowed his brow and began to take the lead, intent on finding this cube. "So there's a cube...where exactly am I? If this isn't Gotham, then what is this place?" he asked as they walked along the path to go and find the floating cube.
This place was different in color, different in smell...it wasn't a place he knew was normal to the world he was from. Did he inadvertently traverse into another dimension without realizing it?
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((This is the most precious character in the world. Just wanted to tell you that. X3 ))
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( yeeee tru )
( zack is a precious cinnamon roll )
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((And I know my character is from DC, but would you like to rp? Damian likes making friends, though he refuses to admit it. He's basically like his father in almost every way and form.))
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( sure! )
( im about to sleep since its 12:41 am here tho )
( my reply will probably be like 15 hours late lmao )
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((That's okay. I'm kinda on the same boat, here. XP But I'll leave a starter, though! 
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( lmao same )
( go ahead and post the starter tho if you want )
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Seneca had slowly trotted into the others tiny room. after the puppeteer had killed all his other clones, he'd never really got to making any more. and this one was by far the most intelligent one, anyway. He'd thought that maybe he could train this one to help him more. if it would work, he did not know.
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The clone was sitting on his bed, playing with his pompom chicken toy when Seneca came in. He glanced up at him and set the toy to the side. "Hello, Papa." The clone said.
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Zombie was leading agents the wall outside of a bookstore smoking a cigaret.
She took the cigaret out of her mouth and let out some smoke.s She turned her head to see all the people running back and forth like bugs.
All trying to get somewhere with little time.
Ash for her. She had nothing else to do with her life.
Besides getting into fights with other people.
She watches as a man ran out of the bookstore with a purse in him and.
A women ran out of the store a moment later.
"Someone stop him! He took my purse!"
The women screamed as Zombie looked at the man as she stood up straight.
"Ladies your voice is annoying, shut up."
Zombie said as she held her out towards the area the man was running in.
From under the man, two skeleton hands grabbed his feet and forced him to fall on the ground. More skeleton crawled up from the ground, holding the man down as Zombie calmly walked outer to the man and took the bag from him. The man looked up at Zombie with fear in him eye.
"You don't need this."
She said as she brought her cigaret up to her mouth and out it back inside of her mouth. She walked back to the women and handed her her bag back.
"Here--"
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!!"
The women screamed as hit Zombie in the face with her bag before she ran away from her. Zombie got a cut in her face from the impact. She brought her hand up to her face as she felt the blood roll down her face. She rolled her eyes and let out a "Tch." Before going back leading agents the wall outside of a bookstore smoking a cigaret again. . .
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"Is this a good place?" A man said, carrying a box. "Yeah, hopefully." The other responded. Inside the box, was Zackry. The two men who was carrying him had the intent of killing him, because to them, Zackry was an alien. They set the box down in a desolate alleyway. The two looked out for any bystanders, in case they would get caught. Upon finding none, they ran off back to their apartments. When the clone heard nothing but silence, he began scratching at the tape that covered a small crack in the box. The box was quite cramped, so he had to lay on his side. The failed clone was terrified. This experience would ruin his outlook on humans for a long time. He continued scratching at the tape, but eventually, his fingers stung and his arm ached too much to continue. Tears slipped down his cheeks, as he waited for death.
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(( Oh he's so cute-- I- Do you want to RP ?? ))
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( aaa yes he is pure and smol )
( sure ! who starts lmao )
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(( true he's an adorable cinnamon role-- I'm not all that good at starters I have to admit-- but if you'd like me to start I'm fine with that,, ))
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( thats okay, ill start then lmao )
( any specific place you want the rp to start in ? )
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(( Thank, and Not really,, maybe a nature-y place if anything. ))
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( sorry for the late reply, i was sleeping and my sister came over when i woke up )
( anyways, here goes )
"Papa... Where we go?" He said quietly. "Somewhere." The vulpine god responded, seemingly impatient. Seneca led him into what seemed like a forest. "Wait here." He said, looking towards the tree stump he had stopped beside. Zack climbed up onto the stump, only to find that Seneca had disappeared. He looked around, fear prickling at his mind. "..Pa..pa?" he stammered, scared of the thought of being abandoned.
( i hope this is good. seneca is the creature/god thing that made zack )
( zack has poor grammar skills too, so errors i make in his speech is intentional btw )
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(( aaa it's fine I gave a bit of a late reply too ;;v;; ))
Angelous had been wandering around the area, memorizing this path in case she'd need to know her way around here in the future when she heard a distant cry. Without a second thought she'd already quickened her pace toward the other, only managing to make out his shape in the distance. She subconsciously reached out toward him as she got even closer. She quietly cleared her throat in an attempt to get his attention though it barely managed to sound like a weak cough.
" Are you alright ? "
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He jumped at the sound of the other clearing their throat. He glanced at her, tears trickling down his face. Her voice seemed gentle, so he trusted his gut feeling and responded. "Pa..pa... gone.." He muttered, looking back at the ground. Feeling a little embarrassed for making a big deal out of it, he sighed. The clone attempted to calm himself, since he thought his panic attack over Seneca leaving was unnecessary. He'd would be back, right?
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She flinched when he seemed startled, her eyes widening when she noticed the steam of tears going down his face. She had a concerned and slightly panicked expression.
She almost automatic stretched out her arms for a hug but stopped herself from enclosing her arms around the other as it might have only startled him more she thought to herself.
Though when she heard the quiet response all she could think of saying is " Do y-you want a hug, little one? " her arms still outstretched. She quietly swallowed the lump in her throat, offering a comforting smile to the other.
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Upon hearing the other's question, he hesitated. He did not know her, but she seemed more comforting than dangerous. He reluctantly obliges, and goes in for the hug. As he hugged her, he thought of the Puppeteer, which calmed him down. He stopped crying, forgetting about Seneca entirely.
( sorry for the short post lmao i didnt know what to add )
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(( it's fine lol ))
She gave a quiet hum when he accepted the hug.
She rubbed circles around her shoulder blades in attempts to sooth him, her face putting on a more genuine but sympathetic smile when he stopped crying.
She hugged him for a little longer asking in an almost cautious voice, " feeling better ?"
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( i wanna make Seneca now w h y )
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( aaaa do itt )
( we must expand the bandwagon )
( e x p a n d b a n d w a g o n )
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( hes gonna be rlly ooc rip but imma do it )
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ooc. oh shit
i smell a cutie
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( aaa yes )
( zack is a pure child that needs to be protected at all costs )
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( protect the cinnamon bun )
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ooc. for 50 cents a day
you can protect the small cinnabun
please donate or call now
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croak croak.
im weeping
i thought there was no one who had a zackry acc,,bless
i remember i had one for like-
two days because OFF was dead at that time
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( aaaaa )
( i knew someone else who had one but they also went inactive r ip )
( i couldn't resist making an rp account for my pure child,,, )
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croak croak.
if it was tinyzack
then that was me
I had two other off accs tho the one that lasted the most was burn-t
I might get back on them but I'm trying to get the hang of rp again first
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