06-28-2020, 11:52 AM
CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
Large ears swivel, Clony hearing another approach. Another Elysite, one that Clony figured that they'd seen in passing a couple times. Probably. Hard to remember a person they'd never spoken to - hypocritical coming from the clone that had chatted it up with other parts of themself, never met in person yet spoken to. That was different, though, for all of itself was itself. Thinking that through made their head hurt, and so with a small hop they regained their attention for the situation at hand. "Aha! I knew I knew you knew me that I knew you from somewhere!" They squeak with their ever present barging into peoples head's method of communication. Their ears twitch, noting the other's comment of joining. And, sadly, the lack of a fashion show, a cause for their expression to falter and their ears to lower. "No fashion show? Really? But you've already got ribbons on!" Clony insists, leaning forward on their feet. Sure, those ribbons on the other's face didn't seem to be the normal kind of ribbon. Clony was sure with a little work, it could make the lion look absolutely fabulous. Maybe they could even borrow - steal, more likely - some of 2D's makeup for the cause. They were sure he wouldn't mind, even if they hadn't seen the other around as of late. All the more reason to borrow without saying anything!
The other continues to press about Rin, a cause for Clony's pearly eyes to narrow. The lion had been there when the crows attack, had he not? Yes, that was the festival. That was where Clony knew them from. "We're very helpful. Rin's probably busy, dunno with what. Apparently a fashion show. I bet its the fashion show," they chatter rapidly, tail beginning to rapidly swing behind them. "Wait. If you were from the festival you came from somewhere-" Their mental tangent comes to a halt, the bat silencing themself. That was for their internal thoughts to churn over. The slightest glint of suspicion within their small eyes, another hop of their small form. Why weren't they going to the other's native group for aid? Clony supposed Elysium might've just been the closer option. The romantic option, if they allowed that train of thought to continue, which they do not. A clicking noise ruptures from them for a few seconds, then pittering off back to silence. "Well! I'm sure she'd be really happy to know you're worried about her! I'm pretty sure you can stay, get your friend there healed up. We're gonna need a laser for it, of course. I've been workin' hard on that!"
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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