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Post by brokenbox on Feb 19, 2011 11:47:09 GMT -8
"I'm sure that's not the only thing it keeps people away from," June heard Twenty-four mutter in disgust.
June turned back to Malik, awaiting for a reply. He watched as the one-armed doll turned his gaze to his bag, before casually explaining:
"Well, I carry around a bit of everything...some stitchpunks like stuff that others would consider junk."
June nodded. Maybe... Maybe he could do business with this one one day. He'd have to talk to the trader sometime. A thoughtful look appeared on his face. As he pondered, he almost failed to hear Malik's question.
"So how did you two join the Racketeers?"
Blinking, June looked at the ground, before replying shyly. It was a bit of a touchy subject to him.
"I was... I was convinced to not to be alone anymore," he paused, "by a friend. I've heard about how Racketeers are organized bunch with goals, so I decided to join them."
He wasn't sure if he could consider Gaston a friend. The Traitor was someone you'd never expect to befriend, considering that during their first encounter, June was mistaken for a female, harassed, and then nearly killed for defending his pride as a male. But, it was all good between the two now.
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Post by Dewy6 on Mar 9, 2011 14:04:10 GMT -8
Sorry I took so long T_T My school musical is eating up all my time. You guys can continue without me if I don't reply for a while, and I'll just jump back in when I have time.
Shrugging, the maroon Racketeer replied, "I was bored. Running around the Emptiness with no purpose except for pure survival grows dull after a few years, you know?" He said it very matter-of-factly, quite different from June's timid answer. 24 tugged at his blue hood, blinking his gold optics, and continued.
"Also, my fabric is just too exquisite to ruin meandering about the dust and beasts' land," he said with exaggeration, repeating when he had told June earlier. As he spoke, 24 brushed some powder from his elaborate silk, waving his hand in the air to shoo away the cloud of dust that appeared after.
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Post by snorlaxpunk on Mar 21, 2011 0:24:10 GMT -8
Malik nodded to both of them as they finished, not quite catching what Twenty-Four had muttered. He was glad that he was learning more about the two and was getting a grasp of their personalities and motives. Twenty-Four seemed straight forward, maybe even a bit cynical, while June seemed timid and polite. Of course, before he could trust either of them, he would need to learn more about them.
Malik was about to say something when suddenly the clock above them rang and echoed throughout the tower. The sound was one he had grown used to after staying in the Clocktower for a few days.
"I myself joined the Racketeers in hopes that they could unify everyone in the Emptiness and stop conflict...sounds close to impossible, but at least it's something to believe in," said Malik after the clock had finished.
(I'm all for waiting for Dewy, it's understandable, especially since the last couple weeks of school have pulled me away from posting as well. )
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Post by brokenbox on Apr 3, 2011 7:33:31 GMT -8
(It's perfectly understandable Dewy.)
June stared at the rotting corpse blankly as Twenty-four broke out into an explanation as to why he had joined the Racketeers. As he stared at the fresh and bones, questions began to spurt in his mind. Were humans really this big? What were the motives of there giants, and why did things go wrong? Did they not know the results...?
He was snapped out of his thoughts when the clock began to clang. He cringed a little, not used to the noise. After the clock was done ringing, Malik spoke, earning June's attention.
"I myself joined the Racketeers in hopes that they could unify everyone in the Emptiness and stop conflict...sounds close to impossible, but at least it's something to believe in."
Impossible? No. Challenging? Yes. In June's opinion, there might be a slim chance to unify all, but so stop conflicts? Now that's impossible. There would always be personality clashes. But June said nothing to Malik's statement.
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Post by Dewy6 on Apr 5, 2011 16:18:45 GMT -8
The sound of the bell ringing caused 24's gaze to flicker upwards, towards the source of the interruption. Every day without fail since they fixed that blasted contraption.
He found that sometimes he enjoyed the chime of clock, when it was soft and melodious. Now, however, he personally decided it was an ear-pounding and grating distraction, only briefly wondering how the others thought of the noise. The trio waited in silence-- respect or irritation?-- while the clock finished tolling, then Marik spoke.
Doing a relative three-sixty with his personality, the hooded stitchpunk dropped the pessimism and sarcasm in his voice and body language, replying smoothly, "That's a very noble cause, isn't it? There aren't a lot of stitchpunks around here with those kinds of morals." He ignored the irony of the statement, and for a moment seemed to truly match his delicate, attractive body.
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