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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 18 2008, 10:07 PM (659 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jan 18 2008, 10:07 PM Post #1 |
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[Ron and King ONLY... For now.] A complete bitterness. Hopelessness. Helplessness. It didn't matter how much you sugarcoat the words. In the end, they just mean the same thing. They just define Ron's transfer from a man to the depressed, pathetic guy you hate from that soap that you always watch even though it sucks more than a baby does the former to a bottle. Even if Ron didn't know it, he stood in a meeting of supposedly the greatest heroes and vanguards that were in what was now called the Macroverse. And each one did nothing but spit at him. It at least helped him to realize and accept the truth about the possibilities of Dessie's condition. But it had also removed his heart. His mind. His state of sanity (Which wasn't exactly perfect in the first place). It forced him to do nothing but sit on the floor, depressed. No longer did he cry since that day. But he mourned. He mourned for something he knew nothing about. He knew nothing about Dessie's current state. But he convinced himself of her state. The one state that he would never accept. He was finally forced to. But he accepted it too soon. There's still hoooooooooope! Ron knew that as well as I do. But he couldn't keep strong enough to understand that. To fight for that. No matter how much he tried to worry about only Dessie, there was more that he was worried about. That he mourned for: Himself. He couldn't be a coward now. Not with Dessie being... Whatever it was that she was now. He had to fight for her. Worry for her. Mourn for her. Ron sat with a clear conscious, out of impending danger. He could only wish that Dessie was just as fortunate. Yet his mental stature had snapped. He was in some unknown city away from his own, he had later learned considering he could not find his way back to the hideout. No matter how much he tried to fight for Dessie, he couldn't. No matter how much he tried to mourn for her, he couldn't. All he could do was selfishly think of himself, and that was what he fought. After his depressing rendez-vous with the self-proclaimed heroes, Ron had left to go back outside sit among the streets. On the sidewalk or a bench... He wasn't even sure. He didn't even care. He sat there watching the busy people just speed along meanwhile he knew that Dessie could be dead. Or dying. OR PERFECTLY FINE!!!!!!!!! But no. She couldn't be fine. Ron could no longer accept that as an answer, no matter how hypocritical that may actually be. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 18 2008, 10:27 PM Post #2 |
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[Shouldn't this be in the crater? Or even better, the Sea of Moondust?] "Excuse me, have y--" Ron heard a voice, but as he looked over to find the source, it was cut off almost immediately. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." At first, the voice seemed to be coming from nowhere. But upon closer inspection, as he looked down to the ground, Ron could make out a short figure. It was hard to tell much about him except that he had a very pale face. His hood was up, so the only other distinguishable detail was the sword at his side. The figure was very short, he only came up to about Ron's knees. As for where it came from, at first it appeared he was following Ron, but as he continued to walk down the street, it turned out he was simply coming from the same building that he had exited. As he headed off down the sidewalk away from Ron, a small piece of paper fell from his robes. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 18 2008, 10:44 PM Post #3 |
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[The only place I could think of is Sea of Moondust. But Ron has no idea he's in the Macroverse. He still thinks he's in just some random city. And who said this would have to be an RP Fight?] Huh? A voice, a creature and... A blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaade! On a normal basis, this would have had a large impact on Ron. but not today. Half of the reason could also have something to do with how judging by his current mood, he was "half-dead" and stuff but hey, whatca gonna do? And at this point, everyone the (now-convinced-that-he-was-crazy) man had met had some way or another to kill another person. King was just an exension to that. By the time his mind moved away from the topic of Desirée and processed the what had actually just happened, King was already about to move into another block. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!" Ron shrieked for the first time, jumping up from where it was that he was seated (He then noted that it was actually a bench afterall), bursting back into life. o0o0o0! A paper! Instead of pursuing after the umm... Giant mole, Ron ran towards the paper picking it up. He glanced at it, but it still took time for his mind to analyze things, and before it had enough time to read the words, Ron had already moved onto the next topic. And no, it was not Dessie. "H-Hey... W-Wait! COOOOOOOOOOOME BAAAAAAAACK! I mean... No... I shoudln't... It's fine. I mean NOOO! that's wrong! I mean... Not exactly wrong... (Just not right... I mean... You know what I mean... Right...?)" But it was no good. King was good and gone. Well almost. If Ron waited any longer he actually would be. And he wasn't going to let King get away like he may have or may not have let Dessie get away. Running after King, his anxiety and clumsiness returned to his body, and as the green cape attached to Mask*DeMasque's costume fluttered in the wind, it eventually flew in his face. After managing to throw it off of his head, it had then sank to his boots, eventually resulting in Ron tripping and falling to the ground thanks to the cape. God they were so hard to move around in... Why the hell did he even wear one in the first place?! Regardless, he immediately stood up, running towards King, paper still in hand, and this time he made sure to hold onto his cape with his other hand to ensure that another accident didn't occur. Pretty smart, eh? Well just compliment Ron anyway- This was a big a accomplishment for him considering the cirkumstances... Actually... Regardless of the cirkumstances. [Edited for incorrect censors] |
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| Deleted User | Jan 18 2008, 11:11 PM Post #4 |
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At first King didn't notice he was being chased after, but then turning around to see the clumsy figure stumbling towards him, he recognized him immediately as the one he saw earlier down the streets. He didn't know what he wanted, but for now he stopped so that he could catch up, still not saying anything... |
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| Deleted User | Jan 19 2008, 08:24 AM Post #5 |
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For whatever reason, the mole thingie guy person had stopped, or at least slowed down, allowing Ron to catch up. By the time he did, however, his hair was flying in several directions-It was more messed up than it was five minutes ago when he was on the bench-, his mouth gasped and panted just to maintain a decent amount of oxygen. And his heart was rushing. Anxiety and thrill had returned to his body. And his mind had moved away from Dessie. Ron should probably be thanking King, but he couldn't make out the connection, especially since he already had something he had to do with him. "Err... You kinda dropped this... I mean... Hello...? Err... umm... You there...? Umm... STOP IGNOOOOOOOOOOORING MEEEEE! Err... Wait, wait, no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't... But... WAIT NO! Here... This belongs to you... I think... So... Umm... TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE IT!" [Meh... Short... There really wasn't anything for me to work off of.] |
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| Deleted User | Jan 19 2008, 05:37 PM Post #6 |
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[Heh, sorry, my posts tend to be kinda short sometimes...] At first, he continued to pay no mind to his approacher, thinking he was merely insane. However, upon seeing the paper Ron had in his hand, he almost jumped out of his own robes. "Oh, well, umm...Thank you." He snatched the paper back nervously. "I don't know what I would've done if I'd lost that, Mr...I'm sorry, I never got your name." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 19 2008, 05:50 PM Post #7 |
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"H-Hey...! You... You coulda just asked for it... Wait... Wait... No, that's wrong! I mean... Well what I mean is... I told you to take it anyway... I mean... (You know what I mean, right?" Ron yelled regarding King's rude snatching of the paper. And then he realized that for five minutes all he ever did was yell "This is yours! Pleeeease taaaaake it! NOO! COME BACK HERE AND TAKE IT!" So... Like... Yeah. "Well if you can't lose something... Maybe... Well, see, this is just a thought... I guess... But... Maybe you shouldn't lose something that you can't lose... I mean... Kinda logical... I think..." Ron advised. And that's enough of Ron's tips of the day, stayed tuned for more Captain Obvious! Wait, what channel was that anyway? Regardless, he too ended up in leaping out of control at King's next question. "It's... Mask*DeMasque... I mean NOOOOOOOO! I mean... That's wrong... Well not wrong... Just... Not... Right... I mean it's right... Just not exactly right! See... I mean... It's Ron DeLite... But I'm Mask*DeMaske too... WAIT! NO! I made a lie... I mean... That's wrong... See... It's actually spelled Mask*deMasque" |
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| Deleted User | Jan 20 2008, 03:52 AM Post #8 |
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At first all King could do was tilt his head at Ron's strange behavior, but after listening to him ramble for a bit, he finally lowered his hood, revealing his own face. The first thing Ron noticed was the explanation for why he was so short -- he definitely wasn't human. He looked more like a bunny rabbit than anything else, except much different. He had large, glistening eyes that shone in the darkness, and his ears hung lazily down his sides, almost like a poorly-kept hairdo. He was obviously battle-hardened, having several scars across his face and head. As he stuffed the note back into his pockets, all Ron could do was stare. He had never seen anyone like this before. "The name's King. Nice to meet you, er...Ron, was it? Or was it Mask-something...?" |
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| Deleted User | Jan 20 2008, 07:06 PM Post #9 |
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"Umm... Ron'll doooooo! I guess...." Ron replied somewhat wobbly. The excitement and anxietyof chasing after King had slowly left, and so one scoop of sadness gradually returned. Furthermore, Ron felt dizzy or even light-headed after the chase, the fall, and the fast transition from depression to anxiety. It took time to completely process and translate the words as well as possible, and it took about a minute just to further realize what it was that Kin just said. But when he finally did make the connection, he eagerly leaped into the air with an actually quieter-than-normal shriek. "Umm... K-King... Was it...? I mean... What I mean is... King of WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! KING OF NOTHING?! NOOOO! I want an answer! Whaaaaaaaaat?! W-Wait... No... That's wrong... I mean... Not exactly wrong... Just not right... I mean... (I... I guess I shouldn't really be looking into that if you don't want me to... I mean... You left that part out for a reason,) right?" [Really sorry... I can't make much longer posts without overstressing about it... Err... Writer's block?] |
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| Deleted User | Jan 21 2008, 04:37 PM Post #10 |
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[Heh. I have nowhere to talk - My posts are rarely longer than a paragraph or two. So don't worry at all.] "Umm...Sorry. I guess I was a little unclear. King's my name -- that's it. It's not a title. It's okay, lots of people get that bit confused." As he was saying this, he couldn't help but pause every now and then to stare at Ron...His odd behavior was really starting to worry him. [EDIT: Gahh, wrong account...] |
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