— there will be times where you simply CANNOT log on; there will be times where you just don’t have the muse; there will be times where you’ve LOST your muse; there will be times where real life takes you away from here, but DO NOT FEEL GUILTY. I will NEVER hold these times against you; we all live under different circumstances,
and these things happen. They shouldn’t be treated as if it is ABNORMAL to have such things happen,
either. No more shunning writers for taking breaks; no more unkindness for people who’ve lost their muse. I will never hold it against you if you can’t
be online, for any reason at all. take all the time you need.
Martcha was even more surprised at that. “Oh! I’ve never seen living
ink and paint before!” she exclaimed. “Let alone such an adorable-”
And then she let out a yelp as something was suddenly shoved into
her. “W-what is…” she started to say. “Wait… You think I’m going to-?!”
Well, what else could Martcha say at this point? She looked at the
tray in front of her, and then the blob of ink and slime watching. “Um…
T-thank you… For this, but…” she began. “I… Really can’t accept this.
I’m not THAT kind of god, you know?”
Marie looked up, sheepishly, and stopped shaking.
“O-oh…”
She sighed, picking herself up. Looking back at a Cat Slime who was gawking, confused, and a Repairman who was barely holding back sympathetic snickers, she realized just how dumb she made herself look.
Her eyes turned to the tray she was still holding.
“…Erm,” she asked, trying to save face, “…sorry about that…heh…In any case, you want a bit of fruit…? It’s not much, but…”
Do you like extremely sleazy, deceitful, untrustworthy, and manipulative individuals? How about a dice with those characteristics? Do you like to gamble and to visit casinos? Are you brave enough to bet your own soul to get all the money available in the world just for winning a simple game of craps?
If you answered yes to all or a few questions above then let me introduce you—–
~ Mr. King Dice ~
A brand new canon-based Mr. King Dice ask / roleplaying blog brought to you by Grim.
[[And that’s the end of my queue! I’m sorry, I know how late a lot of these are. If I missed anything from anyone, please let me know and I’ll get to it ASAP.]]
Ace heard a weird shuffling sound. He looked around for the source and spotted a familiar figure, “Hey!” He called to the Repairman, waving an arm to beckon him over.
“Your back! Glad to see you got through the desert alright before.” Ace said once the Repairman had gotten closer.
“Eh? OH!“
The Repairman waved to Ace, moving closer.
“Hey! ‘S been a while!” He shrugged. “Yeah, thanks. It was just tedious, but I’m glad I got to a campfire then! Thanks you so much for that…”
He rubbed his hand behind his back.
“Anyway, how have you been? Has the inventory thing worked out?”
A lot had happened since he last saw Ace, but he wasn’t sure where to begin. Maybe it would be easier once Marie and Cat Slime brought the cart over here.
Belial seemed slightly shocked upon hearing that this blob seemingly knew of Shinko. If this blob was a friend of hers, Shinko probably wouldn’t want Belial to leave Marie lost in the woods like she had been thinking about.
She let out a small sigh, slowly standing up. “Perhaps I should take you to her home then. Shinko will probably have a better idea of how to help you than I do. But you’ll have to stay close or risk getting lost again. I won’t come back for you if you do. Is that understood?”
Marie perked up, as this woman gave her a direction to go. Needless to say, she found this a far better plan than just wandering around the forest aimlessly.
She shivered as she slowly nodded, agreeing to Belial’s terms. Well, it may not be a perfect solution, but it was at least a ray of hope.
“Th-thank you, m-ma’am….” she managed, as she prepared to walk with Belial.
Cat Slime gasped as Shalbie brought him some pie. He was about to chow down, before his new friend pointed at the sleeping Repairman.
He sighed guiltily. All he was thinking of was his stomach, and here his owner was, a splotch on the floor, sleeping without anything. He moved away from his pie, poking at the Repairman uneasily.
“Gggh,” the Repairman gurgled briefly, before snoring again.
Cat Slime tried to at least roll the Repairman onto his back, but it was hard for the tiny liquid to push the big liquid anywhere. So he settled for gently nuzzling, before squeaking something about at least saving a piece for the guy,
Bowyetta was smiling brightly at Mr. Sir. “Is much being okay, Mr.
Sir,” she said. “We are always being here for you if you are needing!”
Beep nodded. “It’s a terrible thing that happened, but… Bowyetta’s
right. If you want, we’ll be happy to take you and Cat Slime in, even if
it’s just for a while.”
The inkblot sighed, looking at the floor for a moment. He gave his trenchcoat a hitch as he looked back up, smiling at them tearfully.
“…Th-thank you,” he finally managed, running over to hug the nearest misfit. “I th-think I m-might need that.”
And with that, he sunk his head into the girl’s shoulder, gently sobbing gratefully. Cat Slime moved over to nuzzle his owner reassuringly. Whatever was happening, it was going to be a process.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 