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OPEN || Kinda Bug and Kinda Snack
Who: Turo & You!
Status: Open
Where: Snaxburg Island
What: Snaxburg Secrets MANTA Quest, exploring the town-sized island and taking everything in. Building up what is essentially a Snaxdex. Other shenanigans likely to ensue.(Prose or brackets, I'll match you)
Warnings: Will but any up as needed.
Exploration 🐞
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[Really, this was just the thing to get into after properly resting after an incident last month -and fortunate he did rest, given the mess of things elsewhere- was to head to a newly discovered island. Even if on the smaller side, the rumored life there sounded absolutely fascinating, and reason there were several notebooks stashed away in his leather bag along with a few other items more meant for anyone else exploring he might stumble across as well.
Even the moment he started in, the darting sweetie flies of various kinds were eye catching, and carefully he was able to coax a glittering one that looked like rock candy on a stick to land on his hand.]
Well, you are magnificent little one.
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[Turo had stopped to take pictures of a few Bugsnax that were marching along, a section which had fallen behind racing to catch up, when a rather glittering, brightly colored bugsnack practically leapt into view to strike a pose the moment the sound of the shellphone's camera had gone off. Rather excitedly as well.]
Oh. You... like attention?
[INSTA!] Ah, I see.
[This one would likely stay still enough for him to sketch out- even if it wasn't necessary, but easier to share like the pictures would be...]
Take It All In 🍔
[It hadn't really been too long into Turo's adventure before a couple of Bungers had taken to following after him. Bouncing along with every step, even rushing along as if to ensure a few more aggressive of their kind kept a distance.
More so when Turo had found a good place to sit that had so many varieties of them milling about so he could pull out one of the notebooks and start sketching a few groups amongst the pages that carried a few more individual pieces that had notes with them.
Even with a few of the somewhat larger Bugsnax flying around, almost at ease with his presence.
Even with things like Loaded Spuddies and a few Flapjackarak meandering around. Watching how they seemed to 'hunt' around here.]
Are you two not hungry?
[Bunger Bunger Bunger—]
Hm. If you are sure.
Wildcard! 🃏
[Bring your own take on a starter, or hit me up if you'd like me to write something a little more personalized ᓚᘏᗢ]
Status: Open
Where: Snaxburg Island
What: Snaxburg Secrets MANTA Quest, exploring the town-sized island and taking everything in. Building up what is essentially a Snaxdex. Other shenanigans likely to ensue.(Prose or brackets, I'll match you)
Warnings: Will but any up as needed.
Exploration 🐞
A
[Really, this was just the thing to get into after properly resting after an incident last month -and fortunate he did rest, given the mess of things elsewhere- was to head to a newly discovered island. Even if on the smaller side, the rumored life there sounded absolutely fascinating, and reason there were several notebooks stashed away in his leather bag along with a few other items more meant for anyone else exploring he might stumble across as well.
Even the moment he started in, the darting sweetie flies of various kinds were eye catching, and carefully he was able to coax a glittering one that looked like rock candy on a stick to land on his hand.]
Well, you are magnificent little one.
B
[Turo had stopped to take pictures of a few Bugsnax that were marching along, a section which had fallen behind racing to catch up, when a rather glittering, brightly colored bugsnack practically leapt into view to strike a pose the moment the sound of the shellphone's camera had gone off. Rather excitedly as well.]
Oh. You... like attention?
[INSTA!] Ah, I see.
[This one would likely stay still enough for him to sketch out- even if it wasn't necessary, but easier to share like the pictures would be...]
Take It All In 🍔
[It hadn't really been too long into Turo's adventure before a couple of Bungers had taken to following after him. Bouncing along with every step, even rushing along as if to ensure a few more aggressive of their kind kept a distance.
More so when Turo had found a good place to sit that had so many varieties of them milling about so he could pull out one of the notebooks and start sketching a few groups amongst the pages that carried a few more individual pieces that had notes with them.
Even with a few of the somewhat larger Bugsnax flying around, almost at ease with his presence.
Even with things like Loaded Spuddies and a few Flapjackarak meandering around. Watching how they seemed to 'hunt' around here.]
Are you two not hungry?
[Bunger Bunger Bunger—]
Hm. If you are sure.
Wildcard! 🃏
[Bring your own take on a starter, or hit me up if you'd like me to write something a little more personalized ᓚᘏᗢ]
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There was paranoia that grew into his obsession. I was prepared for the Battle Program, knew it existed and that the only way to bypass it was for someone strong enough to defeat it- it was the one... after, which I only learned of when it began to initiate.
[Fingers curled, head tipping as he looked down towards Sidestep, then one of his own hands.]
The Paradise Protection Protocol-- I was not told of its existence, I do not believe it had even been completed with how it felt.
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They watch Turo stare at his hand for several moments before looking away.)
I'm sorry.
(They'll quiet down and leave space for Turo to continue if he wants.)
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[Condolences for nothing else could be done, but there was still thought and emotion in it. Why else say it when nothing else felt right?
His hand turned over as fingers flexed, letting shoulders relax as that hand dropped to rest over the notebook there on a thigh.]
This Protocol- it took over, despite how hard I tried to keep control. Enough so that it caused the same crystallization you saw before, because it was going to kill four children as they were only dangerous intruders trying to stop my creator's dream in its eyes. [... using the Miraidon he had with him, the same one that had killed the Professor.]
The bond one of them had created with a Pokémon was the only reason it was defeated, and I was able to gain control again. Just before arriving here.
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When they... was he... They bite their lip and do their best to shove the implications to the back of their mind. They hurt him while accidentally lashing out, that's all.
Fuck. They can't believe the human version almost made him kill kids.)
I know it's weird because you're kind of a copy of him, but I really want to punch your creator.
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There was a shake of his head, just to dispel those memories pulled up by the thoughts. Filed back away-]
It still does not seem like the Protocol was finished, and perhaps my creator died before he could- but... The Paradise Protection Protocol is why I knew I had to do whatever it took to disable the Time Machine; so long as I remained, it would never stop.
[Arriving here before he took that leap.]
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Did you...?
(Is he saying he sacrificed himself? Fuck.)
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[There was some chance he would see that world the Professor dreamed of- for a little while, at least. He would be unable to return, and there was no telling how long he would remain powered given the conditions necessary for it.
Even now he was surprised he had not shut down in this world- something about the magic in the very air likely the cause. Why he made sure upkeep of the tattoo was done.]
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(They clench their fist, crushing what remains of their candybar before throwing the entire thing in a fit of rage. Looks like the bugsnax are getting a lot of candy today.
...Fuck, did they really just do that? What a waste.
They get another bar out of their pocket. Don't ask how many they have stashed away on their person.)
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My creator's son was one of the four children, and unfortunately it was also how he learned his father was dead. Had been for- well, enough time that crystals covered much of where it happened.
I did get to say goodbye to Arven at least.
[-and what Turo pulled out was a piece of chocolate bark that was pink in color; pieces of dried raspberries, cranberries, and pistachios covering it.
This he offered to Sidestep.]
Here. It is a piece of ruby chocolate bark.
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They stare at Turo for several moments.)
Shouldn't I be the one doing nice things?
(Turo's the one who just poured his heart our about what his creator did to him. And apparently the guy is dead too. Fuck.
Still they take the chocolate. He offered it, it's theirs now. No take backs.)
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You can call it a habit of mine.
[Wanting to do something nice for others, what he felt he could do when something was needed. He was created to help at his very core, and it was something he did not truly wish to change. Genuinely wanted to help.
Turo did sit back once the piece was taken, breaking off a smaller piece for himself before tucking it away again.]
I am able to keep a good supply of sweet things on me, and I do like to- either for myself or enough to be sure I can share when I wish to.
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(Part of his programming? They wonder. ReGenes were supposed to be made to be loyal and obedient... though that clearly didn't always work.
They take a bite of the ruby chocolate. Huh. They'd heard it tasted fruity.)
You really like fruit flavors, huh?
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Here? Here that purpose had taken on a different turn, something that Turo had shaped during his own time in this world without truly realizing. Didn't even think about it, really.
There was a smaller piece broken off the bark he had taken, popping it into his mouth—]
When it comes to sweet things, yes.
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(And good to know, they suppose, filing the knowledge away.)
I'm partial to strawberries, myself.
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[It seemed almost as if on cute that a 'strawberry' went running past, even bouncing in it's sort of hurried panic.
Cries of Strabby strabby strabby in a panic going right along with it.
... Right.]
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Then there was a bugsnack that was quite literally on fire as it flew, dive bombing and chasing after the Strabby. Less trying to catch it and more as if it were playing a game.]
... Huh.
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After a bit of this they'll quiet down and sit up, the only sign that anything occurred at all being a strange wateriness to their eyes. They try to blink this away.)
That really doesn't seem like normal predation.
(They reach out with their mind to see what they can learn of the flaming, flying bugsnax's intentions.)
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Turo's head was tilted a bit.]
I do not believe that it is the Strabby, exactly, that it wants.
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(A chocolate covered strawberry, huh? Too bad it was some kind of weird bug thing. Sidestep could go for one of those.)
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[Those sauce plans were rather interesting, honestly.]
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(They could catch it and wipe off the sauce or something, they suppose, though they know it's generally considered better not to mess with nature like that.
They're good with either option.)
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[A sort of 'natural order' of things for how it all worked here. The sauce would come off eventually, either from the Strabby running into one of the nearby streams or--
A 'soda can' would spray the Strabby with water from said stream and clean it of chocolate... which had the other Snax lose interest almost instantly.]
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(They watch, lazily, as the "soda can" sprays the Strabby, letting out another little snort.)
They seem really interconnected. Cooperative instead of competitive.
(Even if food is readily provided by the sauce plants you'd think some would have evolved to kill or exploit others. Another point for their construct theory, they suppose. Or they exploit each other in ways that haven't been noticed because they're different from what they're used to seeing.
That Strabby showed a lot of fear for something that hasn't ever had to deal with some kind of predator.
But there are other things they're curious about.)
You got a way to analyze what's in the plant sauces?
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Perhaps they didn't exactly eat each other, but perhaps the behavior and nature was still acted out all the same for one reason or another.
His head tipped then, ah-]
I do, yes. It would require ingesting samplings- another reason why I'm capable of 'eating', more or less.
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Wanna wrap it here?
A good place to! 🎀