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thetravelersjournal · 6 years

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Gear Foxx- Chapter 5

In Computers Near You!

Things tend to slow down when you think you’re about to die. Seconds turn into minutes, perhaps even hours. It felt as if the giant tsunami that was headed straight towards me was moving at a snail’s pace, even though I knew it wasn’t.

Another thing that tends to happen before you die (or when you think you’re about to die) is an amazing amount of stress. The brain initiates a ‘flight or fight response’ in hopes that it can escape whatever peril it is in. Sometimes this works, while other times, not so much. Considering I have yet to stop a tidal wave with my own two hands, I really only had one option in the current scenario.

I wished I was anywhere. Anywhere but here. I could run, sure, but it wasn’t gonna get me far, even if my leg was in good condition. So I wished I was somewhere else. Specifically, my hotel room.

I blinked, only to find myself standing on my hotel bed. Water was covering the floor and pouring out the screen window, which apparently had broken in my absence. I quickly jumped off the bed and rushed over, surveying the damage to the city. Water was gushing out of buildings, flooding the streets and sweeping people up off their feet.

I looked to my left, only for my eyes to bulge as I saw a giant monster made of water slowly creep out of a skyscraper, roaring at all the people below. It looked slightly reptilian, but that was about the best I could begin to describe it. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t of this world.

“T-there’s something you don’t see everyday,” I whispered. But now wasn’t the time to be flabbergasted. I had transported from the library to the hotel room in less than a second, without so much as a whisper. People were still in the library when I had left. If I don’t do anything…

“Here goes nothing,” I thought, before taking a deep breath, closing my eyes, and concentrating on the middle of the library in my mind. Water suddenly filled my ears, and I snapped open my eyes to see that the entire library had been flooded in a matter of seconds. From where I was, I could see three people; a small boy swimming towards the exit, a middle-aged man doing a weird shimmy in the water(it seemed he was trying to follow the kid, and more or less succeeding), and the librarian, who was quite clearly drowning. I swam towards her and grabbed her arm, guiding her towards the exit.

Dragging a person through the water was a lot harder than I had thought it was. The undertow pushed against me, my feet kicking nothing as I fought against the current. My leg burned, not wanting to move as I forced it to break through the water. My head hit the surface of the unnatural sea, and I gasped for breath as my damsel in distress did the same.

“T-thank you,” she sputtered, coughing out a bit of clear liquid. I guided her towards the roof of the library, which the flood water just didn’t seem to reach. I lifted her onto solid ground, and noticed the boy and older gentlemen climbing to safety as well. My body was soaked with water, making me feel slightly heavier than usual. Wet fur smell, suffice to say, is not very pleasant.

“Don’t thank me yet. I have no clue what’s going on or where-”

I was cut off by a loud rumbling coming from outside the mountain. I turned to see a giant airship blast through the fake sky surrounding the city, sending chunks of rock down on top of buildings in the distance.

“You’ve got to be- what the heck is that?” I shouted.

I didn’t have to wonder for long. No sooner had the aircraft entered the city then it caught the attention of the giant water monster. It turned, a dark expression crossing its face. It quickly opened its maw, firing a colossal torrent of water straight at the airship, completely obliterating it. I watched as a slightly obese man fell from the ruins of the craft, screaming all the way down.

“Wait… that’s Dr. Robotnik!” I exclaimed, recognizing his features. As my head followed his descent, my eyes came to rest on a familiar looking hedgehog standing on the top of another building.

“Sonic? Well, if anyone knows what’s going on, it’s him,” I thought to myself, before teleporting behind him.

Sonic was standing next to Tails, a rather big purple cat, and a red echidna with dreadlocks. They continued watching Robotnik fall, before turning their attention back to the living ocean.

“Perfect Chaos totally KO’d the Eggman- way past cool!” Sonic said smugly.

“Is that what that giant monstrosity is called?” I asked, “I thought the book Nate and Sally found in the library was some sort of myth.”

“That thing is real all right. We need to stop it before it destroys the entire city!” the red echidna said.

“I don’t know, we might be a little late on that…,” I said, looking at the numerous destroyed and flooded buildings around our location.

“How did you get up here so fast?” asked Tails.

I didn’t get the time to answer, because at that moment a ghostly figure appeared before the group. She was also an echidna, and wore a simple dress and strange jewelry. She floated above the group, seemingly indifferent to everyone but Sonic.

“My name is Tikal,” she said, her voice going in and out as if she were talking through the other end of a radio, “I am a daughter of the Echidna tribe that Chaos destroyed.”

The rest of the freedom fighters came up behind us as Tikal began to explain a plan to defeat Chaos. A few curious humans also walked to the roof, as well as others who were just trying to find higher ground. I paid little attention to any of them, more focused on the monster’s movements, and looking for potential survivors.

“I don’t believe it!” I heard Tails shout. I turned around to see a golden hedgehog with red eyes jump off the ground and fly straight towards Chaos. Super Sonic created a whirlwind inside of the monster, causing it to crash into a building.

“I guess that leaves us to damage control. Everybody, make sure all of the citizens are out of the way! We don’t want any more casualties,” Sally ordered.

“Everyone, get to higher ground away from Chaos!” I yelled at the humans nearest to me.

“Chaos? What’s that?” asked a naive boy to my right.

“You know… the giant-lizard-water-monster… thing. Look, what it is doesn't matter right now, what matters is that we get out of here!”

The humans all dispersed away from the creature. Some hopped onto other buildings, others took a risk and started swimming away- everyone cleared out, all trying to get away from the epic fight that was happening behind me.

Not that I really knew how epic it was. I was more focused on the screams of a boy coming from inside the building Chaos was currently occupying.

I couldn’t see the kid, but I knew he was up there. I didn’t have a lot of options. I teleported to the roof of the building, and ran down a staircase that went from the top to bottom. I raced down a few floors, the child’s cries becoming louder and louder.

The wall in front of me gave way as Super Sonic suddenly came hurtling through. He slammed against the brick beside me and shook off a bit of dust.

“Hey, it’s, uh…,” he started to say, noticing me.

“Uh… Gear,” I responded.

“Gear, what the heck are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with everyone else- away from Chaos?”

“I heard a kid screaming in here. You fight butt ugly, the rest of us help the citizens. Sally’s orders.”

Super smirked, “Heh, can’t argue with that. Alright then, good luck!” He flew out of the building yelling at Chaos, “Betcha can’t catch me, you overgrown water rat!” on the way. The monster tore after him, leaving me to find the kid.

I ran down one last flight before coming to a floor half filled with water. At least, half-filled for a five-foot human. Me, on the other hand…

“Well,” I sighed, “I’m already wet enough to fill a tub. What’s one more dip in the drink gonna do?”

I dived in, water filling my boots. I kept my head above the tide, listening for anymore cries from the child.

“Hey! Anyone in here?” I yelled.

“Help!” I heard a sharp scream pierce through the air. I swam in its direction, letting a small current carry me closer to the kid.

I found him in a corner, standing on a floating table. He appeared to be avoiding any contact with water. I swam up next to him, pulling myself on top of the table.

“You okay, kid?” I asked

But the boy looked more frightened of me than the sudden flooding. “Agh! Stay back!” he yelled.

“Woah, calm down. I’m here to help. Can you swim?”

The boy looked at me for a few seconds, obviously deciding whether or not to trust me. Finally, he shook his head no.

“Well, don’t worry. I can carry you to higher ground, ok?” I tried to reassure him.

But the kid shook his head again. “No, mister fox. I’m- I don’t like…,” he trailed off.

“You’re afraid of the water,” I supplied. The boy nodded his head vigorously.

Now what? I could try teleporting him, but I still don’t know how my power works. What if I can only teleport myself? Besides, I don’t even know if I have a limit to the number of teleports I can use in one day.

“What is this, a video game?” I mumbled to myself. I looked back at the boy. “OK, I’m going to push the table through the water. You hang on until we reach higher ground, alright?”

The kid peered at my me again before slowly nodding his head yes.

“Here goes nothing. Leg, don’t fail me now!” I took a gulp of air before shoving my head below the water once again. I swam to the end of the table, grabbing its legs. I pushed, guiding the floating piece of furniture through the building. My leg was really beginning to hurt, annoyed that I wasn’t letting it have any rest. I ignored it, and continued propelling the boy towards the stairs. Just as I started to run out of air, I felt the table hit the edge of the staircase. I rose to the surface, gasping for breath. The kid quickly hopped onto solid ground, apparently having not enjoyed the boat ride. I joined him, all the while squeezing the liquid out of my tail.

“Let’s get to higher ground now, shall we?” I asked sarcastically.

The two of us traveled the way up the stairwell. Unfortunately, about halfway up, the building started shaking.

“Oh boy… Sorry, kid, but it’s time we hightailed it out of here!”

I grabbed him, putting his small frame on my shoulders. I sprinted up the last few floors, reaching the roof in no time at all. I limped a little more slowly to the edge of the building. “Now, the real question is how to get down…,” I pondered.

It seemed the building itself already had an answer for me. With one last tremble, the skyscraper made a loud crunching sound as it started leaning to the side.

I started analyzing the different possibilities of getting off the roof without breaking our necks. There was another building that the one we were on was leaning towards. I could potentially jump over there, and even if I didn’t make it, there was still water below us. The kid would just have to get over his aquaphobia.

I started running towards the opposite edge of the roof. My leg burned brighter, the boy holding onto my ears tighter. Pushing my nervousness aside, I jumped, the building tumbling to the ground seconds afterward.

It was only after I had leaped that I realized the flood waters had completely vanished. That, and the building I was leaping to was just a bit further away than I thought it was. For a few moments, me and the kid flew through the air, before beginning our descent to the earth below.

The kid started screaming in my ear, while I began panicking. I completely forgot about my newfound powers as we continued plummeting through the sky.

We didn’t get very far before I felt a slight tug on the back of my shirt, halting our progress. I looked up to see a thin but strong fishing line running from the collar of my shirt up to a large purple cat standing on the top of the building I had tried leaping to. I recognized him as the same cat I had seen with Sonic earlier.

“Gotcha!” he exclaimed. He slowly reeled me and the boy up to the roof. I lifted the kid off my shoulders and set him on solid ground. He took a few shaky steps, before immediately running in the direction of a woman who, upon seeing him, hugged him tightly.

“Thanks, big guy,” I panted, patting the cat on the back, “You really saved my bacon.”

“No, it’s just Big,” he said somewhat dimly.

Before I could respond to the strange statement, the boy’s mother came up to me.

“Thank you so much for saving my son,” she said.

I smiled somewhat nervously, “Uh, no need to thank me, ma'am. I almost ended up killing the both of us anyway with my recklessness…”

But she shook her head, “No, if you hadn’t rescued him from that building, it would have collapsed on top of him. And thank you too,” she turned to the cat.

“No problem!” he stated. I grinned wearily before glancing around.

Cheers were resonating from all around the city. I turned, looking for Sally and the others, only to see her running towards me.

“Sonic and Knuckles managed to defeat Chaos! What happened to you?” she asked, somewhat angrily.

“Just, y’know, having my own adventure. No need to-” I took a step forward, only to gasp in pain and fall to the ground.

“Hey! Are you alright Gear?” I heard Amy ask.

“I’m fine…,” I grunted, sitting up, “Just been running and swimming on this leg for too long. I could do with a break. And a towel.”

Sally sighed. “Well, I suppose I’ll just have to ask you what happened later. For right now, we should get you back to what’s left of the hotel.”

“Fine with me,” I grinned, holding out my hand. She took it, helping me stand. “Yep, Mina was right, I really shouldn’t have come here.”

Sally rolled her eyes, “You think?”

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#journal entry #gear foxx #STHfanfic #super sonic #station square #chaos #im not very happy with this chapter #oh well #hope you enjoy at least

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shamelesssoulkidvoid-blog · 5 years

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Lesson #38 10 ATTENDS WE ALL HAVE

WHAT YOU DO NOT SAY YOU HAVE PLACED WHEN YOU ARE CHATTING WARM WITH SOMEONE

- and ... what are you wearing right now?

- A black nightgown and lace "panties".

Bitchplease.

You have a gray buso to which the waistband is already released and you get off, a pole with a random phrase in English that stopped staying well in 2009 and stockings with ducklings. You round out the look with an unattractive tail and dots of toothpaste on the face. But he does not have to know that, he can keep imagining that you look like this:

What you say

What it is

WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU GO TO ANY PLACE WHERE POSSIBLE YOUR EX

That one with whom you look pretty, but not excessively sexy because you do not want to think that you worried too much (because it is CLEARLY the kind of thing that men analyze). Loose hair, red lips and maybe some garment that he loved to round the take-shit-look-what-you-lost-you look, which tends to diminish its effect when you decorate it with half a bottle of rum and 3 messages to your voicemail.

THE FIRST QUOTE

It's the Zooey-Deschanel-am-pretty-and-accessible-but-like-you-want-to-eat outfit, the one you look pretty with but also a little innocent, a little good girl / schoolgirl from your fantasies. That is not provocative because you are a lady and in no way you are going to do anything with him on the first date ... unless they drink wine and smell rich in which case, fuck this shit, you only live once.

THE ONE OF "IT'S SUNDAY, I HAVE A SHOCK, AND I SHOULD MAKE PURCHASES BECAUSE MY REFRIGERATOR HAS ONLY ONE PIECE OF CHEESE THAT I THINK INITIALLY WAS NOT BLUISHED"

Humanity weighs you down, your head bursts you and you have that Lorde look that is only valid if you have a Grammy. Your subsistence depends on you arriving at a store and buying food, Sal de Andrews, Aspirina and a Gatorade. If it were for you, you would go in pajamas but you are attacked by the fear of being able to meet someone you know why you wear the closest buso or jean, the wide sweater that could happen as fashion if nobody notices the hole in the sleeve and sunglasses. There are high chances that you do not wear bra.

THE "I HAVE A MEETING OF WOMEN WHERE WILL BE THE FRIEND WHO ALWAYS GETS SPECTACULAR".

Ahhh, nothing like having a meeting of females to unleash our paranoia, even more, if there are regias in between. Yes, those that always seem to come from a Pinterest board or a Gossip Girl chapter.

For that event we keep the gold outfit, the one that gathers all the cute garments that only cost you two emotional breaks to choose: insanely high heels, strange textures leggins and incombinable with anything other than the blouse you have on and some mega fashion item that will go out of fashion before you finish paying it.

WHAT YOU SAY IS YOUR ATTRENDING "TO BE AT HOME" WHEN YOU COME TO VISIT HIM, BUT NOT REALLY

It's a Tuesday night and he announces that he wants to visit you. You know you can not piss off, that's not real, but neither do you think it's time to present your anti-sex pajamas, so you appeal to the famous yoga pants, the strangely small polo that oops! you tend to fall a shoulder, a tall tail and a pink glitter complete the look that will keep away from the cruel reality for a while longer.

THE ONE THAT IS ALL THE OPPOSITE TO WHOM YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE USING WHEN YOU GO TO A PITUCA CLOTHING STORE

One does not simply go shopping for clothes dressed in any way, it's one of the great lessons that Pretty Woman taught us. Because one always enters the stores and feels that the saleswoman is judging you, that she knows that you sometimes wear stockings with balerinas in your house and that you can not pay that bag of 300 soles that you made to bring you in one size less .

One should enter these places wearing a giant hat and smoking a cigar with a cigarette holder, but life is cruel, and it is most likely that it will be your turn to be there the day you decided to put on the jean with the mustard stain and the hairy chub

THE ONE WHO IS LIMITABLY CUTE

Huge studs, glued dress, hair with smoothing and smokey eyes. When you leave your house and you look for 23241 time in the mirror, you feel regal, winning, unbeatable.

Unfortunately, a few hours later, you're sitting at the bar with the tacos in your hand, the dress that insists on getting on and you falling off the bench for lowering it, the makeup that begins to adopt a raccoon style. The only thing that remains "smokey" is your hair, which is 50% wavy, 50% smooth and 100% out of control.

THE INTERVIEW OF WORK THAT WILL MAKE YOU LOOK ENOUGH MORE PROFESSIONAL THAN YOU ARE AND MUCH LESS DISTURBED OF WHAT YOU ARE

The skirt tube, the white blouse, the fitted pouch, the black studs. A tall tail to not look so intimidating with the girls, and a bit of red lipstick for the harmless coquettish smile with the men. Yes, that outfit that makes you forget that you're in your twenties, and you're not sure what you want to do with your life, and that you have two baskets full of dirty clothes waiting for you at home and that you may have asked for a 2 × 1 pizza yesterday and you live alone.

THE ONE WHO ALWAYS "WORKS"

We all have one, sometimes it's just a garment, others a complete outfit but there is that look that is a reverendo SUCCESS.

You do not know well why, but whenever you wear it, you seem to become a great pot of Nutella for the world. Everyone wants something with you, they find you beautiful, they give you coquettish looks, they tend you fast in the bars, women hate you. You do not always use it because a great power carries a great responsibility, but when you do it, you smile while you put it on thinking "uh ... I'm going to misbehave today"

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hydrogen-news-blog · 7 years

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Q&A: The Evolution of EvoS

NEV:3 pounces into action By KAYE SHEPHERD Hydrogen News Network, Reporter-at-Large

There’s a new lion king at EvoS, and her name is NEV:3. The latest feline-hybrid dominating the feeds has been touted as the ‘new face of EvoS,’ (and unlike her predecessors, she seems more interested in meeting fans than eating them). In the few short weeks since she was introduced as the latest lancer, she’s already proven herself to be a sales force to be reckoned with, dominating merchandising lines with the aggression of Rask and the kid-friendly cuteness of your neighborhood PuP-toy.

I was lucky enough to be able to sit down with NEV:3 and chat about the future of EvoS, working with Dr. Finn, and tips for taking the best SELF-Es in Atlas.

Hi, NEV:3. Did I get that pronunciation right? ‘Neve’ like Rev? Or Dev. Kev. Tev. Lev. Bev. Mev...

Uh-huh. That’s helpful, thank you. So, you’ve been heralded as the new face of EvoS. What does that entail? A new face. And tail. <NEV:3 giggles> But also, ya know, just bringing awareness to what we’re doing at Evolution Solutions. Every other Trust is so into their secrety secrets. Like, what even goes on at Omni? Not even joking, I think every employee there is a robot.

Like Su-Ren and Tol-Ren? Wait, WHAT?! THEY’RE ROBOTS!?!? I meant metaphorically, but are you serious?

Yeah. They’re androids. Wow. But like, I saw them holding hands the other day. They’re, like, in love?

It’s all over the feeds. See? People call them ‘Stole-ren’, because they stole our hearts away. Or something. Um. I don’t read that stuff… out loud. That is adorbs. I must be clairvoyant! I sensed the robot thing subconsciously. <NEV:3 laughs>. It must be a cat thing, because pre-transformation, there was this guy in the lab I used to talk to all the time – such a great listener – and it turns out he was just a surveillance bot that Big Boss got to monitor everyone’s productivity! I couldn’t believe it. The bot is still really sweet though. He’s got the most comforting beeps.

But anyway! Back to your question.

Basically, I’m here now because EvoS wants everyone to know what we’re all about, ya know?

And what is EvoS all about, for the uninitiated? Well, Kaye, it’s a PuP eat PuP world out there. If EvoS has learned anything over the past century, it’s that survival is not a guarantee. Everyone in Atlas is living on finite resources and we have to be able to change with the times.

With all of the new expansion into the Waste and the proposed reconstruction of the Hyperion gateway, things are exciting right now, but also super uncertain. We can’t know how things will change – only that they will – and we need to be prepared for that. Mega-prepared. Over-prepared.

Like, what if the world outside of Atlas was flooded, like what happened to Oceanus? Wouldn’t it be fifty thousand percent better if we all had fins right away? <NEV:3 laughs> The Doc loves asking that. It’s like, his favorite thing.

The Doc, being Dr. Finn? The one and only. Or, as he would say, the sole Doc.

Excellent impression! I can almost hear it in his voice. He’s quite a character, isn’t he? Oh, de-finn-itely.

I can see why he enjoys your company. Duh. Everyone does. <NEV:3 giggles>

Dr. Finn is clawsome! And he’s just being himself, ya know? I don’t know why some folks take it so purrsonally. Like Rask! Rask hates it.

Rask is intimidating. He’s a big softy at heart. We were playing catch the other day! He’s got great aim. Threw a million Rask plushes at me and just would not stop until I had to leave. I kept telling him to throw softer, but he just doesn’t know his own strength. Cute kitty.

Before we get too off-topic, you were saying earlier that we need to be over-prepared for what might come. Are there any changes coming to EvoS that we should be aware of? Preparation is just common sense! It’s like knowing your best angles and having good light before taking a SELF-E. You wouldn’t waltz in with untrimmed claws and ruffled fur and expect to take a purrfect pic, right? No! You’d put on your best face, dress up, strike a pose, and give yourself the best odds at looking amazing.

Your SELF-Es with fans have been a real success for EvoS. My fans are the best! They’re the coolest cats you can imagine – and so photogenic!

They’re why I’m psyched that there is SO MUCH good stuff coming from EvoS soon. We’ve been experimenting with meowtstanding tech that we got from Hyperbotics, and I think our next creation will be a smash hit. Maybe even more popular than I am, if that’s pawsible.

Tech from Hyperbotics? So you’re working on a robo-hybrid? Robo-inspired, at least.

Ooh, I hope I don’t get in trouble for letting the cat out of the bag! I just got my Rez contract. I don’t wanna go back to just 9 lives! But I’ve been DYING to tell someone, so maybe it’s worth it.

It’s refreshing to hear what’s coming up. This is all part of a more transparent, open EvoS, right? Purrceptive! My goal is to shine a light on all the good that EvoS does for Atlas. It’s a new era filled with pawesome people and hybrids and robots and ME!

Well, thank you so much for speaking with us today. It looks like my time is up. However, I know that you wanted to take some questions from the citizens of Atlas. Would you be willing to do that right now? Meow! Errr, I mean, yes! Let me at ‘em! That sounds super fun.

***

KingPyroJacks asks… “Mew or Meow?” Get meowt of here with that. MEOW!

Omarjairs asks… Who is your favorite band/singer? Also, if you could go on a picnic with only two other freelancers, whom would you go with, why, and what would you eat? There’s this girl-boy band called A+Lass? Have you heard of them? They’ve got this amazing nu-psi dance pop thing going on that I love. Then there’s KID-RAD. She used to be Kid Radamantium, but she got into a whole legal thing with Warbotics. So silly.

Also, I would LOVE to go on a picnic with Rask! He’s a total carnivore, so I would prob just pack some EvoSausage for him and Grow-Packs for me and hope he doesn’t scarf it all down. It’d be a super great chance for us to get to know each other, now that we’re related.

And I miss Quark! It was so fun having Quark at EvoS for a couple months. And since Rask is surprisingly fond of that one too, a picnic with the three of us would work out purrfectly.

XuShinra asks… Who is your Purrfect lancer companion? ;3 Thank you so much for asking! I think my purrfect lancer companion is Dr. Finn. (TBH, he’d be SO JELLY if I said like, literally anyone else. He’s probz mad at the picnic answer furreal).

Kiwi asks… Is Rio your enemy? *looks at you with suspicious eyes* I looooove RIO! I love all animal-kind, robo, hybrid, or anything in between. It’s not RIO’s fault that his friend is a meany.

C4SaberKing asks… Do you like cookies? Are there people who don’t!?

Oh, wait. There’s that cult in the border-crossing that thinks sugar will melt your brain. Like, they’re not wrong, but furreal, just drink some Brain Plus! You’ll be set for life.

Outflight asks... [Are you] into sports or combat? I looooove shooting hoops. And ultimate frisky. And any other kind of ball game. Track and field – disc toss, lancer throw… I am like, super competitive.

Mobi_ asks… Favorite dinosaur? That’s soooooo hard! I mean, I know who Big Boss would tell me to pick, but there are SO many awesome dinos. Can it be a 700-way tie between all of them?

3k1aire asks… Pineapple on pizza or no pineapple on pizza? Why stop at pizza!? Pineapple sandwiches. Pineapple pies. Pineapple cereal. Pineapple vitamins. Pineapple water. Pineapple people.

Oof, we should probably stop at pineapple people, actually. EvoS tried that once and it was not pretty. Very poky!

Blakadder_ asks... How much do you hate Oz? I actually had a Jimmy 6 toy that I loved. I was SO SAD about the recall. Every time I see Oz, I just want to hug him and cover him in stickers and watch him do his magic tricks. Only of his own free will, of course.

Oz, if you’re reading this, call me, mmk?

TheGamingGenome asks... What are your views on Helio Corps and it's founder, Helio? I was talking to Zuki (who is so fun! I love her), and she says Helio is a great guy, but I wouldn’t really know. He’s so BUSY. He’s basically just a red blur that zooms around Atlas.

From what I’ve seen, Helio Corps seems to be doing good stuff. Now that those Heli-Orbs are out in the Waste, I can play with my laser-pointers all day every day without worrying about energy limits. Plus, the Helio Corps building is SUPER nice. They have this giant electro-ball thing in the lobby that makes all my fur stand up when I walk by.

HirayaCM asks... Were you born a human EvoS-ised with cat DNA or vice versa? Who'd be the better cat burglar between you and Celeste? For the cat burglaring, I’m pretty meowtstanding at stuff when I put my mind to it. Celeste would be in for some FIERCE competition.

As for my origins, I made myself. And technically, without Dr. Finn’s purrmission. He didn’t like it at first, but he came around eventually! I can be very purrsuasive. =^.^=

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shamelesssoulkidvoid-blog · 5 years

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LESSON #25 10 WE ATTEND THAT WE ALL HAVE

WHAT YOU DO NOT SAY YOU HAVE PLACED WHEN YOU ARE CHATTING WARM WITH SOMEONE

- and ... what are you wearing right now?

- A black nightgown and lace "panties".

Bitchplease.

What you say

What it is

WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU GO TO ANY PLACE WHERE POSSIBLE YOUR EX

THE FIRST QUOTE

THE ONE OF "IT'S SUNDAY, I HAVE A SHOCK, AND I SHOULD MAKE PURCHASES BECAUSE MY REFRIGERATOR HAS ONLY ONE PIECE OF CHEESE THAT I THINK INITIALLY WAS NOT BLUISHED"

THE "I HAVE A MEETING OF WOMEN WHERE WILL BE THE FRIEND WHO ALWAYS GETS SPECTACULAR".

Ahhh, nothing like having a meeting of females to unleash our paranoia, even more, if there are regias in between. Yes, those that always seem to come from a Pinterest board or a Gossip Girl chapter.

WHAT YOU SAY IS YOUR ATTRENDING "TO BE AT HOME" WHEN YOU COME TO VISIT HIM, BUT NOT REALLY

THE ONE THAT IS ALL THE OPPOSITE TO WHOM YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE USING WHEN YOU GO TO A PITUCA CLOTHING STORE

THE ONE WHO IS LIMITABLY CUTE

Huge studs, glued dress, hair with smoothing and smokey eyes. When you leave your house and you look for 23241 time in the mirror, you feel regal, winning, unbeatable.

THE INTERVIEW OF WORK THAT WILL MAKE YOU LOOK ENOUGH MORE PROFESSIONAL THAN YOU ARE AND MUCH LESS DISTURBED OF WHAT YOU ARE

THE ONE WHO ALWAYS "WORKS"

We all have one, sometimes it's just a garment, others a complete outfit but there is that look that is a reverendo SUCCESS.

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