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[[ dusts off the porch here...

It's been a hot minute hasn't it? I've been existing out there. My passion for EXE has never returned, unfortunately, which means I'm not here to announce my return ;_;

I am doing fairly alright! I'm in the middle of quitting my job after a big breakdown around July, but I haven't really looked for another place yet because – and that's the big up in my life rn – I'm going to Japan in a week!! It'll be two weeks of intense travelling, merch buying and picture taking, and lots and lots of curry ♥

I will be on the lookout for anything EXE related of course. Might drop by the Hanayashiki park again to see if there's anything there.

In any case, I hope that you're all doing okay. Don't hesitate to hmu on discord if you'd ever like to catch up. Wishing you all the best!!]]

#ooc #[[i don't think i've ever used to new editor on this blog haha #it's suggesting tags from 9 years ago :') #maybe one day i'll be here again. or maybe i'll keep dingo and toma discord only so it's more lowkey #but unfortunately my brain only has room for one main blog ;-; ]]

[tomahawk-swing]

Dingo really came back here just to make soup sprinkles. The boy really knows how to start an internet fight.

"THANK YOU! Finally, someone who appreciates a good internet fight to its right value! Not that internet fights are better than good ol' fistfights, but still. Any fight's a good fight, as long as you're fighting for what you believe in."

Even if that thing is soup sprinkles.

[tomahawk-swing]

The Protomen — Live in Paris 10/03/2023

#ooc #[[it's been a hot minute but since i mentioned the concert here!!!! #it still feels like a dream it was so GOOD #perfect concert size and the band was super cool and sweet and the music ROCKED

[tomahawk-swing]

you ever think about how its bad to drink hot drinks when they are cold but its also bad to drink cold drinks when they get hot

"Yet people still have ice tea and hot wine. Everyone must've thought that the first guy to drink those was insane, but they did it anyway."

"Just screw it! Drink whatever temperature you want! Have iced soup and hot lemonade! Be free!"

#[[be gay do crime eat soup]]

[tomahawk-swing]

Maha's attention was drawn to the television above his head. A sigh escaped his lips as he recognized the annoying tune of a popular advert, his gaze falling back to the table he was scrubbing clean.

"Tense? Stressed? Unclench your jaw and take a sip of pure calm!"

Unconsciously, the nerves in Maha's jaw loosened a little. He couldn't deny that he had been tense lately. Who could blame him?

"Let the taste of wild flowers ease your mind! Floribunda, a breath of fresh air, bottled!"

Maha often gauged the popularity of new products based on customer conversations. He had already been asked a few times whether the shop had that Flori-something on the menu. Perhaps he should stock up on a few bottles.

A sigh escaped the man's lips. It was uncanny, how quickly the worries of his daily life could chase his main concerns away. There was something entracing about that advert, it's catchy tune lingering in his mind – the textbook definition of an earworm.

He set the cleaning cloth on the table, and idly reaching for PET. No new messages, of course, or Magicman would have long informed him. Maha still caught himself checking on the device every few hours, just in case.

No news. No updates. No further hints at all.

Where in the world could these boys even be?

#plot: isolated system #drabble #[[heheheheh :3 #the plot chickens #i swear it does one day it will all make sense djgldfh ]] #[[gonna tag plot related posts with the plot tag from now on!! but i'm too lazy to go back and edit the rest haha]

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"Hah?! You take that back! Curry ain't soup, it's a SAUCE!"

... oh. He kinda gets her point now.

"Fine. if you let me eat a whole bag of sprinkles, maybe I'll think about calling them the right name."

@tomahawk-swing replied to this post:

"… both taste good as heck. Does it really matter what they're called?"

" to me it does. you can't call something that isn't sprinkles sprinkles. seriously! imagine if someone call curry rice-topping soup! "

#iiguess #[[only sam can make him hear reason so fast :') ]]

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[[ bad news: february was every last bit as exhausting as I presumed it would be, I am utterly out of energy and probably won’t be writing here for a while again

good news: hopefully! if the train strikes don’t screw with me!! i’m going to see The Protomen live this Friday ;;w;;  I’ll definitely be letting you know how (if) it went!! And the weekend after that I’ve got an 11km race, then I’m visiting family, then I’m helping a friend move out... but one day. One day in the near future, I’ll be back here ♥ ]]

#OOC #[[i think i might try and set up a discord group for the Big Plot #if everyone is chill with that #i need to brainstorm with you all and chip away at it bit by bit]]

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[[ so i may have bitten off more than I can chew–]]

#ooc #[[as predicted i simply cannot run 2 rp blogs at once haha #as if having only 1 blog for 7 years wasn't an indication #i still have Ideas for the Plot and i don't wanna throw it away #but i don't know how to execute them ;-; #and i don't know exactly where i'm going mjgslkjd #andou just wants to fuck shit up that's all i've got]]

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bionicparrot​:

“I have someone I can ask if he left Wily city the night Dingo went missing. I can’t promise anything more than that. Honestly, I can’t even promise that much, but I think he can can at least tell me that.” she practically whispered out.

Oh how she wished she could do more.

“Can I look through his room and computer? If it was Sand I may be able to see signs he was there. Can you also tell me what hints he left behind? I’ll do everything in my power to help.”

“That would be a great start already. Thank you, Miss.” Maha had a nod of gratitude. It wasn’t hard to tell that concern was eating him alive. He wasn’t certain that he’d caught a full night’s sleep ever since Dingo’s disappearance.

“Of course, of course. Feel free to rummage through anything. Though you will find yourself having company upstairs. One of his... friends is currenly looking for clues, just like you are. I’ve left everything I found in the same state it was when he disappeared, which is, oddly tidy.”

It was all meant to look like Dingo had prepared his departure. Of course, Maha couldn’t quite believe such an outcome.

#bionicparrot

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em-dualism​:

The missing poster was still in his hand. Pat had been walking by, planning to say hello to a friend he’d not seen for a while now. Then that very friend’s face had jumped out at him, not at all in the way he’d hoped. Without thinking, he’d ripped one of them off the wall and took it in with him, wanting an explanation. Hearing it had left a pit in his stomach. 

Now that he was in Dingo’s room, he’d thought he would have time to process. Think about possibilities. But before he could consider a single one, he noticed the flash of light. “Hm…?” Confusion grew on his face as he watched the unknown force open files. Realizing he should be paying more attention, he sat down and began taking pictures with his Wave Scanner as quickly as he could. It was… coordinates! This could be where he was!

Yeah? And since when did Dingo have a computer genius best friend that likes helping from the shadows? You’re being baited!

Did it matter? It was a lead. If it came up bad, he doubted most people from this time period would know how to react to Gemini Spark. Escape was always an option.

Just out of curiosity, however, there was one thing Pat tried. Taking the mouse, he clicked open a blank text document and typed.

[Who are you?]

It would take but a second for a few lines to appear below the one Pat had typed. Judging by the typing speed, they were either a very quick program... or someone who’d spent way too much time on their computer.

[The King of Kingland, of course!]

[Did you really believe you would earn a straightfoward answer so easily? What would guarantee that I’m telling the truth? Did you believe that I would send you my ID right away?]

There was no voice to accompany the text, but the irony was palpable, as evidenced by the image that was soon pasted onto the text file.

Dingo’s own ID, as only his PET should be able to produce.

There was a little pause, before the interlocutor would resume.

[That outfit of yours... some would call it untasteful. I’d call it... avant-garde. If you see what I mean ;) ]

#emdualism #[[these chicken are up to something :))))) #this is a billion years late but alas i am not fast]]

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(( ☕️ I'd like to hear what Tomahawk thinks about how different the future's going to be :0 ))

Send “☕️” + a TOPIC and my muse will spill their honest thoughts and opinions on it

"I mean... I'd be lying if I said I didn't think it wasn't a tiny bit scary. It is scary, knowing that everything I know, the Net, Navis, even the humans 'round me... we'll all be gone someday."

"With how much Navis are helping humans out, it's a bit sad to know they're gonna evolve past that, y'know? There's gonna be a day when they plug the last fully sentient Navi out, and it'll be it. We'll just be a page in history books."

"There's tons of stuff to be excited about, though! And I'm glad to know the future's not gonna be like the stuff we saw in Beyondard, so that's a good thing, at least! But it's probably best if I don't think about it too much. It'll just bum me out."

#emdualism #[[ a very interesting question indeed :3 #thank you for sending!! #he would elaborate more but he's getting the sads :') ]]

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Send “☕️” + a TOPIC and my muse will spill their honest thoughts and opinions on it

#ask meme

[tomahawk-swing]

This was not what she was expecting when she decided to visit. 

Gently she took the brace, inspecting it with a forlorn gaze. She had not heard anything about Sand in so long, Not since she became friends with Magnetman. That however didn’t mean that he hadn’t done something terrible to Dingo again.

She felt a deep pain in her core when she was forced to shake her head. “I’m sorry Maha. I am at a loss as to what could have happened. I haven’t heard anything about or from Sand in over a year now. Usually when I do its right before he tries to offline me.” 

“Was anything left behind? Maybe something odd that was dropped in his room or perhaps something left behind on his computer from Tomahawk?” 

#bionicparrot #[[she's right to be worried unfortunately :') ]]

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Dingo’s old PET, fortunately still functional, with muffled recordings of the last conversation to happen in the boy’s bedroom.

It was a convenient side to having a microphone constantly planted on your person. PETs kept recent records of any sound within their vicinity, several weeks of audio content kept safely stored inside their expansive memory chips.

Maha had been anxious to get those clips, as soon as he recalled the existence of Dingo's old PET. The boy would occasionally use it again, whenever his more modern suffered the consequences of his reckless actions.

He would push the device towards Diggy, concern visible on his usually impassive traits.

"It's not much... but it's a start."

The recording started with muffled shouting. With the PET stuffed in one of the desk's messy drawers, the recordings weren't very clear. Barely enough to identify Dingo's shouting voice."

"The NetPolice’s ... your face ... wanted... Cyberworld!"

A quieter, mocking voice would reply.

"How dumb ... think I am? I ... evil genius ...on a whim! Unlike you ... think before I act!”

There was a scream. Maha had heard it several times, but it still made him shudder. After a long silence, the snivelling voice spoke again.

"Can’t have you try ... when we’re travelling. Would... shame.. landed in different places, don’t you think? ... easily find my way back… can’t ... same about you.”

There was nothing more to take from the recording. Maha let out a deep sigh, his heavy gaze falling back on the little robot before him.

"I assume that you're not familiar with the criminals that Dingo and Tomahawkman have formerly faced before... correct?"

[ @oh-nxts-and-bxlts ]

#ohnxtsandbxlts #[[hehehe welcome to the fun zone diggy :) ]]

[tomahawk-swing]

A rock. A plain, old rock from very, very far away.

Sam might remember that rock, from one time Dingo had set out to clean his entire desk. He had emptied the drawers, dumped their contents on the floor, or sorted through what could be thrown away, and what must absolutely be kept.

That rock was on the "keep" list.

It came from a place that Dingo would quite certainly never visit again. A place so far ago that no ship, no plane, no rocketship could ever hope to reach.

A rock from Beyondard.

Why was it out of its designated drawer? It had been left on the desk, in plain sight, as if on purpose. There was nothing inside of it, no message engraved on its surface. It was just a plain rock.

What meaning could it hold? Was it simply made to be seen, its existence reminded... was it just meant to stir thoughts?

The rock itself wasn't so important, after all. What mattered most was where it came from.

[ @iiguess ]

#[[A VERY LONG OWED starter ;w; #i figured sam was the best to figure this out :) ]]

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[[ thanks a lot to all of you sweet people ;w; I do not like the milestone I just reached, so I'm very grateful for your kind words ♥

Thank you so much for the patience and the shared excitement, it's really good to know that you'll all be there when I can return ;w; I hate to make promises I can't keep, I have the plot on my mind 24/7 but never the time to sit back and properly write things down and it's so frustratingngggg ]]

#ooc #[[the boys are Lurking and so is Andou #she's probably the one i'm most excited to write xD #this place feels like home still and i've just got lost on the way back :'( ]]

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[[ i swear every time I have an ounce of motivation, I immediately get swallowed up in IRL things and the momentum passes in the blink of an eye ;-;

But hey it's for a semi-good reason this time! It's my birthday tomorrow so I'll be busy with family, then I have a business trip next week.

But HoPEFullY, next weekend, I can get stuff done!! I've been thinking about the Big Plot and how I want it to go, but I still dunno if I should make like, a discord server to plot, or keep y'all in the dark until I sprinkle details through the threads xD

In any case, happy 2023 to all of you, take care ♥]]

#ooc #[[and thank you for your eternal patience #i don't have the time to keep up with my dash so i'm just hoping you've all been doing well ;w; #find me at inosuke's blog @whirling-fangs for more consistent writing haha #though i don't think i'd do much corssovers over there which is why i haven't advertised it at all ;-; ]]