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[ the video shows what looks like a young man in his teens with a rather nicely painted face ( it's very clown-like, in fact ) sitting near trees while the clouded sun begins to set; messy locks of black hair cover his pointed ears while a lazy, lopsided grin bears his sharper than most teeth-- other than that, the teen looks human enough, and right now he's pleasantly watching his partner, a splendid little mime jr teetering from side to side in a natural dance, waving and swaying around him to say hello! ]
Hahah, fuck . . . [ a little clown bro here to say hello, lovely background music . . . . these are miracles. a beat, and he stares down at the gear in his hands. hah, he'd almost forgotten! it doesn't take long for another smile to come to his face. he chuckles and touches the screen with his fingertips, completely fascinated. and now, begins to type, unaware of the recording. ]
MaN My pAn aIn't tOo gOoD At gEtTiNg iTs mEmOrY KiCkInG AnD ShIt
bUt iF My rEmEmBeRiNg aIn't fRoNtIn i jUsT DoNe wEnT AnD ApPeArIfIeD AlL Up oN A NeW HiVeToWn yEaH? ThIs pArT Of tHe gAmE?
sIsTeR WaS tRyInG tO fIlL mE iN aBoUt ThE uHhHhH
fUcK I dUnNo
bUt sHe WaS StRaIgHt uP PiNk aNd hOrNlEsS
ThAt'S OnLy oNe ThInG ThOuGh cAuSe sHiT
cHeCk oUt tHiS MoThErFuCkEr tHaT BlEsSeD My WhImSiCaL pReSeNcE
hE EvEn gOt tHe nOsE
hOnK HoNk :o)
[ then, a pause in thought-- before he reaches to give the mime jr's nose a light, friendly squeeze and saying "honk" to accompany. it does the same thing to him, and— wow he can't help simply chuckling. er. more like honking. it's disturbingly accurate next to a bicycle horn . . . ]
MoThErFuCkIn mIrAcLeS, mAn
ThIs PlAcE bE fUcKiN wHiPpEd WiTh ThE mIrTh
LiKe aIgHt mY HuSkToP GoT ItS ShRiNk oN WiThOuT Me uP AnD NoTiCiNg!
LiTtLe fUcKeR WaS In fRoNt oF Me oNe mInUtE
ChIlLiN AlL NoRmAl sIzEd aNd sHiT
tHeN ThE NeXt iT AlL Up aNd nInJaS InTo mY PoCkEt
WhO ThE FuCk tOlD It tO Do tHaT hUh?
YeAh
It's iNsAnE
dOn'T EvEn gEt mE StArTeD On ThAt SkYnOiSe
[ a content sigh, and he's looking up-- a bird just flew overhead. just look at that wicked noise that chirpbeast ( a pidgey ) is making. just look at all of this noise. all of it. ]
Beautiful, man.
[ how much more miraculous could it get? he sits there, curled hand against his chin as he lets his weight hang down against his arm, elbow to his knees, staring blankly at the sky with unfocused eyes and the same stupid smile. at first he looks like he's thinking! which he is! er-- was. his focus levels down, and he starts staring at something off screen; his eyes beginning to look a bit glazed, the smile fades and now he's just. yeah, still staring. one minute turns to five, then six . . .
and all the while, the mime jr seems actively content in mimicking every move. they might be here a while. ]
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[ the video shows what looks like a young man in his teens with a rather nicely painted face ( it's very clown-like, in fact ) sitting near trees while the clouded sun begins to set; messy locks of black hair cover his pointed ears while a lazy, lopsided grin bears his sharper than most teeth-- other than that, the teen looks human enough, and right now he's pleasantly watching his partner, a splendid little mime jr teetering from side to side in a natural dance, waving and swaying around him to say hello! ]
Hahah, fuck . . . [ a little clown bro here to say hello, lovely background music . . . . these are miracles. a beat, and he stares down at the gear in his hands. hah, he'd almost forgotten! it doesn't take long for another smile to come to his face. he chuckles and touches the screen with his fingertips, completely fascinated. and now, begins to type, unaware of the recording. ]
man my pan ain't too good at getting its memory kicking and shit
but if my remembering ain't frontin i just done went and appearified all up on a new hivetown, yeah? this part of the game?
sister was trying to fill me in about the uhhhhh
fuck i dunno
but she was straight up pink and hornless
that's only one thing though cause shit
check out this motherfucker that blessed my whimsical presence
he even got the nose
honk honk :o)
[ then, a pause in thought-- before he reaches to give the mime jr's nose a light, friendly squeeze and saying "honk" to accompany. it does the same thing to him, and— wow he can't help simply chuckling. er. more like honking. it's disturbingly accurate next to a bicycle horn . . . ]
motherfuckin miracles, man
this place be fuckin whipped with the mirth
like aight my husktop got its shrink on without me up and noticing!
little fucker was in front of me one minute
chillin all normal sized and shit
then the next it all up and ninjas into my pocket
who the fuck told it to do that, huh?
yeah
it's insane
don't even get me started on that skynoise
[ a content sigh, and he's looking up-- a bird just flew overhead. just look at that wicked noise that chirpbeast ( a pidgey ) is making. just look at all of this noise. all of it. ]
Beautiful, man.
[ how much more miraculous could it get? he sits there, curled hand against his chin as he lets his weight hang down against his arm, elbow to his knees, staring blankly at the sky with unfocused eyes and the same stupid smile. at first he looks like he's thinking! which he is! er-- was. his focus levels down, and he starts staring at something off screen; his eyes beginning to look a bit glazed, the smile fades and now he's just. yeah, still staring. one minute turns to five, then six . . .
and all the while, the mime jr seems actively content in mimicking every move. they might be here a while. ]
Hahah, fuck . . . [ a little clown bro here to say hello, lovely background music . . . . these are miracles. a beat, and he stares down at the gear in his hands. hah, he'd almost forgotten! it doesn't take long for another smile to come to his face. he chuckles and touches the screen with his fingertips, completely fascinated. and now, begins to type, unaware of the recording. ]
MaN My pAn aIn't tOo gOoD At gEtTiNg iTs mEmOrY KiCkInG AnD ShIt
bUt iF My rEmEmBeRiNg aIn't fRoNtIn i jUsT DoNe wEnT AnD ApPeArIfIeD AlL Up oN A NeW HiVeToWn yEaH? ThIs pArT Of tHe gAmE?
sIsTeR WaS tRyInG tO fIlL mE iN aBoUt ThE uHhHhH
fUcK I dUnNo
bUt sHe WaS StRaIgHt uP PiNk aNd hOrNlEsS
ThAt'S OnLy oNe ThInG ThOuGh cAuSe sHiT
cHeCk oUt tHiS MoThErFuCkEr tHaT BlEsSeD My WhImSiCaL pReSeNcE
hE EvEn gOt tHe nOsE
hOnK HoNk :o)
[ then, a pause in thought-- before he reaches to give the mime jr's nose a light, friendly squeeze and saying "honk" to accompany. it does the same thing to him, and— wow he can't help simply chuckling. er. more like honking. it's disturbingly accurate next to a bicycle horn . . . ]
MoThErFuCkIn mIrAcLeS, mAn
ThIs PlAcE bE fUcKiN wHiPpEd WiTh ThE mIrTh
LiKe aIgHt mY HuSkToP GoT ItS ShRiNk oN WiThOuT Me uP AnD NoTiCiNg!
LiTtLe fUcKeR WaS In fRoNt oF Me oNe mInUtE
ChIlLiN AlL NoRmAl sIzEd aNd sHiT
tHeN ThE NeXt iT AlL Up aNd nInJaS InTo mY PoCkEt
WhO ThE FuCk tOlD It tO Do tHaT hUh?
YeAh
It's iNsAnE
dOn'T EvEn gEt mE StArTeD On ThAt SkYnOiSe
[ a content sigh, and he's looking up-- a bird just flew overhead. just look at that wicked noise that chirpbeast ( a pidgey ) is making. just look at all of this noise. all of it. ]
Beautiful, man.
[ how much more miraculous could it get? he sits there, curled hand against his chin as he lets his weight hang down against his arm, elbow to his knees, staring blankly at the sky with unfocused eyes and the same stupid smile. at first he looks like he's thinking! which he is! er-- was. his focus levels down, and he starts staring at something off screen; his eyes beginning to look a bit glazed, the smile fades and now he's just. yeah, still staring. one minute turns to five, then six . . .
and all the while, the mime jr seems actively content in mimicking every move. they might be here a while. ]
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[ the video shows what looks like a young man in his teens with a rather nicely painted face ( it's very clown-like, in fact ) sitting near trees while the clouded sun begins to set; messy locks of black hair cover his pointed ears while a lazy, lopsided grin bears his sharper than most teeth-- other than that, the teen looks human enough, and right now he's pleasantly watching his partner, a splendid little mime jr teetering from side to side in a natural dance, waving and swaying around him to say hello! ]
Hahah, fuck . . . [ a little clown bro here to say hello, lovely background music . . . . these are miracles. a beat, and he stares down at the gear in his hands. hah, he'd almost forgotten! it doesn't take long for another smile to come to his face. he chuckles and touches the screen with his fingertips, completely fascinated. and now, begins to type, unaware of the recording. ]
man my pan ain't too good at getting its memory kicking and shit
but if my remembering ain't frontin i just done went and appearified all up on a new hivetown, yeah? this part of the game?
sister was trying to fill me in about the uhhhhh
fuck i dunno
but she was straight up pink and hornless
that's only one thing though cause shit
check out this motherfucker that blessed my whimsical presence
he even got the nose
honk honk :o)
[ then, a pause in thought-- before he reaches to give the mime jr's nose a light, friendly squeeze and saying "honk" to accompany. it does the same thing to him, and— wow he can't help simply chuckling. er. more like honking. it's disturbingly accurate next to a bicycle horn . . . ]
motherfuckin miracles, man
this place be fuckin whipped with the mirth
like aight my husktop got its shrink on without me up and noticing!
little fucker was in front of me one minute
chillin all normal sized and shit
then the next it all up and ninjas into my pocket
who the fuck told it to do that, huh?
yeah
it's insane
don't even get me started on that skynoise
[ a content sigh, and he's looking up-- a bird just flew overhead. just look at that wicked noise that chirpbeast ( a pidgey ) is making. just look at all of this noise. all of it. ]
Beautiful, man.
[ how much more miraculous could it get? he sits there, curled hand against his chin as he lets his weight hang down against his arm, elbow to his knees, staring blankly at the sky with unfocused eyes and the same stupid smile. at first he looks like he's thinking! which he is! er-- was. his focus levels down, and he starts staring at something off screen; his eyes beginning to look a bit glazed, the smile fades and now he's just. yeah, still staring. one minute turns to five, then six . . .
and all the while, the mime jr seems actively content in mimicking every move. they might be here a while. ]
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Yes.
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ThEn YoU kNoW wHaT kInD oF mIrAcLe I'm GeTtInG mY pReAcH oN aBoUt YeAh??
I mEaN lIkE . . .
fUcK
jUsT lOoK aT iT.
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NoPe
JuSt A pImPiN cAnVaS oF mAgIc :o)
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How do you ask people if they are actually sane? ]
Do you have a Pokemon?
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A wHaT?
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[ his pokemon helps him with this one, and soon enough-! ]
OhHhH yOu MeAn ThIs PiMp AsS bRoThEr FrOm AnOtHeR fUcKeR hErE!
yEaH mAn We'Re ChIlLiN oUt LiKe An IcY cOoL oNe SiNcE tHe StAr MoNkEy ShUt Us OuT hEr HiVe.
I tHiNk He'S iNtO tHaT mImInG sHiT . . .
bUt ThAt'S fReSh, He'S dOpE aS hElL.
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[ Might as well try and figure out what species it is. ]
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So I gUeSs It'S mIrAcLe :o)
HoNk.
[ run flynn before it's too late ]
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Show me a picture?
[ It takes much more than this to unsettle Flynn, you're still ok in his books ]
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hOlD oNtO yOuR sOcKs MoThErFuCkEr He'S sO fLy ThEy MiGhT tRy AnD fLy OfF wItH hIm HaHaHa
[ give him a moment— soon enough, the camera's working, albeit it's upside down and in direction of gamzee's painted ( and chill as fuck ) face. next it flips, and turns to the cheerful mime jr in front of him, smiling wide and seated in a way to make it look like he has his legs crossed, just like its trainer. ]
Dude wants t'see you, bro— Check it.
[ ah! then— hello! ( "mii-!" ) ]
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And a short while later, a video reply arrives. Gamzee's starter is... a... Mime Jr. That isn't... too bad, Flynn supposes. It could have been worse. Like a Ralts.
(His kind of turned out... weird.) ]
He's... okay. I guess.
[ Bonus points for eloquence, Flynn. ]
You're a trainer now, do you know that?
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UhHh I doN't WaNnA sAlT yOuR sPoNgE cLoTs Or AnYtHiNg, BuT I dUnNo If I'm QuAlIfIeD fOr ThAt ShIt, MaN.
i DoN't LiFt Or AnYtHiNg, ThAt'S eQuIuS' bEaCh i ThInK.
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oHhH . . .
I cAn tOtAlLy HoNk On ThAt. ( HoNk )
ThE fRiEnDsHiP dIsEaSe Is My KiNd Of MoThErFuCkIn MaGiC!!! :oD
nOw . . . WhO aM i AlL tAlKiN tO aS hE wHiPs AlL tHiS iNfO nOiSe At Me LiKe tHe mYsTeRiOuS fUcKiNg DeEtHolDeR hE's uP aNd BeInG??
video;
Nevertheless, it's only polite to show his visage, since Gamzee asked. The short video reply shows Flynn sitting under a tree somewhere in Ilex Forest. ]
I'm Flynn.
video; ( 1 / 2 )
Name's Gamzee, man. It's nice to be meeting your helpful info-droppin' self.
[ a hand to his chin as he lets his smile slide— and the mime jr now next to him mimics ( hand to chin, sloppy smile ) with a soft shrill. he tilts his head a bit, watching with some amazement, then: ]
video; ( 2 / 2 )
Whoa— bro, you're fuckin' pink, too!
[ except he hasn't noticed he's also "pink" and no longer grey— ]
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Pink...?
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You don't got no motherfuckin' head horns, either— you like . . . [ ahhh— like that one in the house to greet him!! ] —That star monkey, yeah?
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You're... pink too. And no... 'head-horns.'
( 1 / 2 )
Uh— No bro, m'grey. Got these horns—
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and looking at his arms, they're . . . pink. this is the first time he's actually getting a look at himself and it's weird as fuck
he even slowly ( carefully ) goes to poke at himself, and lo' and behold— he was squishy.
what even ]
What the fuck . . .
[ stuck between pure shock and amazement and surprise ]
Motherfuck, motherfucker— I'm one of y'all—
[ was this another miracle
was he a star monkey now ]
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You're a human now. [ He spreads his arms in a half-shrug. ] Everyone becomes human when they get here.
[ Which meant that Gamzee isn't human. Wasn't, at least. That would partially explain his detachment. ]
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