07-15-2020, 01:47 PM
CLONY
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
[ age mover of the oblivions ]
Two things had become apparent to Clony over the past little while. One of those was figuring out how to make noise with their mouth. They couldn't speak that way, it was far too difficult and they were far too impatient to wait around to see if they could make some noise other than a clicking one. Another thing that had been brought to their attention was that their laser experiments were, currently, on hold. A little bit disgruntled at that they were, but they could push past it. The third and biggest thing was that they had nowhere to put all these metronomes. Ever since they'd found the first metronome and loved the gentle clicking noise that it presented, they'd hunted them down like a predator with music tools being their prey. It was hard, dragging them back to camp and having to find a place to put them. They had no home, they had no place to keep all their metronomes and other trinkets and hastily made blueprints.
People had houses. Clony did not know all that much about houses. They'd never had one before, they never had a need to. They never stayed in one place for long, with danger right on their doorstep if they so much as flapped once out of line. They never had a reason to keep things, because the next time they went through a garbage chute they'd lose it all when they were flung forth back into the harsh environment. Elysium had no such thing. There was no giant metallic worms creeping out of the undergrowth to puncture them, no laser bird-spiders mowing them down, no clone saws, nothing. There were the gods, sure, but Clony was pretty certain that if they were anything like the crows, they'd go down rather quickly. With all their possessions, they figured that they finally had a good enough reason to get a house.
They'd found an empty one, eventually. It had taken them a frustrating amount of time to find one that they liked, much less one that fit the needs of the bat. After all, they were still a rather small mammal and needed things to be easily ready to be moved around. They'd found a home at last, a pretty one that had some odd looking bench nearby that was able to be swung on, which they quite liked. Currently they were absorbed in the task of moving all of their metronomes. The noise was loud, and Clony did not help in the slightest by clicking along with them. It was a struggle, moving the metronomes inside when they had to fly them around and the door kept closing on them. Eventually they wound up flopping amidst the remaining metronomes, tail lazily sprawled behind them. "This is why I need to make flying transport thingies," they complain as they slowly sit upright, nudging the closest metronome with a feathered wing.
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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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