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genessia2018-07-03 04:50 pm
metachrosis) wrote in genessia2018-07-03 04:50 pm
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[Intro] [Genessia City]
Clothes Have No Purpose
[Note: when I get off mobile this prompt will be edited so that Espio in his original, lizard form! This is due to a change in policy regarding CRAU-gained forms since my last time in game that I was unaware of. It will be pretty much the same, just with more nudity!]
[Well, Espio's at least half paid attention to what he's been told. The problem is, many months of living in an unstable reality, complete with illusions and unreality pockets that just happen to have included entire cities in the past mean he's frankly quite sure nothing is real anyway. Therefore, what is the point of paying attention?
Now, he could prioritise finding people from Between, who probably are here somewhere just as they were in the last several unreality pockets, or...
Yeah. It's hot. More importantly, that's actual sunshine. Illusion or not, that's something Espio can at least appreciate... which means, rather than do anything else that would be sensible to do, he's just gonna scoot himself up the side of a tall building no reasonable person would climb, find himself a sunny rooftop with convenient shade to duck into when it gets too much, discard half his clothing and chuck himself down to lie on his stomach.
Perfect.
Yes, that does mean he's wearing only a pair of pants with the legs pulled up, but given that he still thinks clothes are unnecessary, the humans around here should be grateful he's kept them on at all.
Look. He might look human, but he's a lizard, and if there's sun you're damn right he's gonna lie in it. Figuring out what this illusion is doing can wait for a bit - they've become almost normal, and they do tend to be a little more pleasant than reality...]
Network/Text
[When he gets the chance, ducked out of the sun, Espio takes a glance at the network. He recognises approximately no-one, which is a little unsettling, and he's definitely spotted a trend... moaning about the heat.]
Who are all you people?
Not that it matters.
Look, can you quit complaining about the sun? You should be grateful you even have one in the first place!
[Note: when I get off mobile this prompt will be edited so that Espio in his original, lizard form! This is due to a change in policy regarding CRAU-gained forms since my last time in game that I was unaware of. It will be pretty much the same, just with more nudity!]
[Well, Espio's at least half paid attention to what he's been told. The problem is, many months of living in an unstable reality, complete with illusions and unreality pockets that just happen to have included entire cities in the past mean he's frankly quite sure nothing is real anyway. Therefore, what is the point of paying attention?
Now, he could prioritise finding people from Between, who probably are here somewhere just as they were in the last several unreality pockets, or...
Yeah. It's hot. More importantly, that's actual sunshine. Illusion or not, that's something Espio can at least appreciate... which means, rather than do anything else that would be sensible to do, he's just gonna scoot himself up the side of a tall building no reasonable person would climb, find himself a sunny rooftop with convenient shade to duck into when it gets too much, discard half his clothing and chuck himself down to lie on his stomach.
Perfect.
Yes, that does mean he's wearing only a pair of pants with the legs pulled up, but given that he still thinks clothes are unnecessary, the humans around here should be grateful he's kept them on at all.
Look. He might look human, but he's a lizard, and if there's sun you're damn right he's gonna lie in it. Figuring out what this illusion is doing can wait for a bit - they've become almost normal, and they do tend to be a little more pleasant than reality...]
Network/Text
[When he gets the chance, ducked out of the sun, Espio takes a glance at the network. He recognises approximately no-one, which is a little unsettling, and he's definitely spotted a trend... moaning about the heat.]
Who are all you people?
Not that it matters.
Look, can you quit complaining about the sun? You should be grateful you even have one in the first place!