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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 2:53:41 GMT -6
 | It's been a week since he had arrived Gravity Falls in Oregon. The place already looked so surreal to him. Caelum had never seen or even think about a town living like this. Full of mystery and oddity. He made a small sip from his coffee and place the mug down against the wooden table before writing on his travel journal. Yes, he is the type of person who writes in his journal, and yes he is very specific to his journals. Even though he thinks he fits in the town, somehow, several citizens seems to notice him. As if they already knew he was new here.
A quiet sigh escaped his lips while writing, he was hoping to meet new people here and maybe ask them about the oddity of this town. Looking at the forest near the diner already makes him wonder if something is living there. Maybe feral animals? Or maybe something entirely different species? Who knows. This town is quiet about its own history. Cealum went to the museum to know more about the town but only greeted with disatisfaction and more confusion.
He just needs someone or something to clear the smokes out from his head about this town.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 3:08:52 GMT -6
It felt too soon to be back in the diner, but Zared found himself there all the same. It must have been... what... only days since Atonix had been stabbed by that psychotic girl, and the two had been "magically" transported through a portal into Atonix's house... The memories were still so clear and fresh in his mind. Zared needed a break. Needed to remember some simpler, happier times.
And of course, that meant the diner. He honestly hated diners. The food was always greasy and, frankly, wasn't exactly tasty. It was downright terrible. But it was often quiet, just noisy enough that he could remember the happy days with his family, before Zared had grown up and realized his family was shit. When he was still young, and free, and innocent. When he didn't care about appearances, when he was happy to chow down on messy burgers while his mother fussed over him spilling ketchup all over his nice clothes.
Zared sighed as he entered the diner, taking a quick look around to see how many people were there. If the diner was too full, he didn't really want to bother with it. He'd had enough of other people for a lifetime, thank you very much. After watching someone get stabbed, then miraculously - okay, it wasn't exactly a "miracle;" it was science - healing. He still wasn't sure if Atonix was human or something else entirely, and while he was curious... He just wanted to push all of that aside for a day. Go back to going through the motions, pretending the... oddities surrounding Gravity Falls were completely normal. With that thought in mind, he made his way to a booth in the back of the diner, hoping if only he made himself hidden enough, he would actually get to spend some time alone, gazing out the window to watch the strangeness in peace.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Oct 16, 2017 7:51:15 GMT -6
It had been about a month since the little Dreamworld incident were he ran lost inside of Renai's dreams, he hated this new teacher job. Fond excuse after excuse to skip class, why the school board threatened to fire him... Only to find in the world of Supreme One nobody could ever be fired, because there were no laws against such things. He could skip all he wanted without absolute repercussion, the only problem if he skipped his food supply and power drained faster. Why hadn't any roleplayer even attempted to stop Bill? Why was this place just stuck, was he just too powerful, or were they just loving his misery? He completely lost contact with the only roleplayer character out there, so what now? Just stuck in this little game with no point?
He sat at the diner, already used to the disgusting grease people, NPCs.. that what they were call. A reason they made little to no contact on absolutely needed, he swallowed large swallow. This whole world was messed up, once of twice he thought of ending it, but why did it matter? He'll just reheal, the fear of perfection, perfect his ass. Then there was the whole anger where everything grew dark, red, and purple. New curse? He hated when that thing took over, just had no control. That sense of overwhelming power and urgency to just attack bright shining souls, what was that all about.
He gave a small groan taking another swallow, barely even acknowledging the newest character to walk into the diner. Everyone came here for peace and quiet, far away from the nonsense outside. He didn't get it, why all those annoying other characters clueless of the truth.. Just living life like it was normal for a nail to scream at you each hammer hit, or having a square shaped like a triangle.. or even the random gold.. Anything. Why the trees were golden leaves with dark pure black bark. Don't even started on the inter-dimensional traveling schoolyard.
He created a small diamond dagger out of pure frustration slamming it into the diner counter causing a loud echo. Some people turned to him, he just ignored them, others continued like nothing happened... It was normal, this whole.. Everything was so damn normal. Did Supernatural EVEN HAVE MEANING!?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 20:21:51 GMT -6
Caelum placed his pen back down to the table then hold his cup, he smelled his coffee for a bit before his eyes wandered to the newcomer in the diner. It was a young boy maybe in his teenage years, blue hair and blue eyes. He seemed to be in distress with that look on his face. Maybe that's how he really looks like, or maybe something is bothering him, who knows. He ignored the boy for a little bit only to think that he can ask some questions from him about this small little town. As he was about to stand up another visitor came in, and that face was oh so familiar to him.
He was bothered, very bothered and angry, probably. What's this guy doing in here anyway? Does he live here? Does he have a job here? Or is he staying here for a couple of days or so? While questions continue to flood Caelum's mind Henry slammed his dagger against the counter causing everyone to turn their heads to him, then a few seconds they went back to what they are doing. Well well well, look what we have here. He closed his eyes and sigh, guess he needs to talk to this guy first before the boy, or he can talk to both of them, he just needs to bring the two together in one place. Seems a good plan.
He closed his journal and tied it and slid his pen inside of the leather cover while heading his way to Henry. He sat down beside him then place his chin against his palm. "Bothered are we?" he said, directing it to Henry himself. "What seems to be inside of that little head of yours that causes you to slam that thing against the counter, Henry?" Caelum asked.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Oct 16, 2017 21:21:48 GMT -6
Somebody slid in to the seat beside him, he made a slight sideway glace, blue hair. Like that was normal. One of BIll's Jokes? Dyed Hair? someone who no longer bothered hiding their identity? He didn't care, just moved his cup closer crunching up his shoulders, that's when the person spoke up asking a simple question. Damn. Why now? Did the town not know about peace?
The fellow continued on about his head, such off language, definitely not normal. This whole town was no longer damn normal. He could argue about the male possibly being some sort of Hamlet Shakespearian fanatic, then why bother? Probably a joke from the roleplayers. That's when the male spoke his name, he gave a slight frozen motion, before remember. he was the richest male, one who did teach at the high school. Yet. He knew him? He didn't know this guy? He turned his attention the room slightly momentarily flashing colors of velvet and white before flickering to normal, he blinked clearing up the feeling. "What's it to you? Some new Puppet sub-servant character to The Great Supreme One?" He spoke the annoyance clear shot in his voice, highly unwelcoming this fellow.
The diamond dagger shattered into pieces before falling onto the counter into a big expensive mess, many probably assume it was all just weak glass. He didn't give a damn they investigate his oddness for large diamonds, gold, or roman statues. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 21:47:40 GMT -6
There was a loud thud that caught Zared's attention for just a moment, before his pale grey-blue gaze was drawn out the window yet again. He had way too much on his mind to worry about the frustrations of some stranger. It felt like he had been given an overload of information. Roleplayers...
What the fuck was going on?
With a sigh, Zared ran a hand through his dark hair. There was just... so much he felt like he didn't know. So much he needed to know. So much he really didn't want to know, and also really did want to know... He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow on the table, eyes hard and glaring outdoors. Roleplayers, puppets, creators...
"...Puppet sub-servant character to The Great Supreme One?" Zared immediately straightened up, turning his head to look at the man who had spoken up. The same man who had slammed his dagger against the table. Who was now crumbling that dagger. Zared watched him for a moment, trying to stuff his damned curiosity down, keep himself firmly planted in his seat, pretend he hadn't heard those damned words. Despite his internal efforts, Zared was already sliding from the booth and sitting across from the red head. He was practically dying for more information, but wasn't sure how safe it would be to even bring any of that up. His mouth moved before his brain could stop, however, his words coming out hushed as he leaned across the table. "What do you know of puppets and characters?"
He knew this was strange for him. He was normally so... quiet, anti-social, observant rather than being the one to ask questions. But, damn it he had to know. He had to get answers. He needed to know more.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 22:42:56 GMT -6
His voice hinted annoyance when Caelum spoke to him, no matter he could careless about what he feels. He already lost a few respect from this man a long time ago. He gently scoffed at his question but immediately perked his interest when he mentioned about being a puppet sub-servant or something. As soon he was about to ask about it someone approached the slowly and sat down across Henry. Interesting, it looks like he isn't the only one who is curious about what he is saying. Although the difference between them is that the boy has a jist of what is going on unlike Caelum who is starting to learn the oddity of this town.
When the question was asked to Henry, he looked at the boy then back to Henry. Just by looking at this guy, he looks like he to hell and back. He remembered seeing this man in a very sophisticated look, the signature smug look on his face, the fedora hat that he always wear, nice coats and ties. But now? Now he looks... weak. Oh so weak. "Great Supreme One?" he repeated his last words. Henry seems to thought that Caelum lives here, but he could caeless about that now. He wants to know who is this Great Supreme One.
Is he the president of this place? If so, he sounds like a damn dictator. "Sounds like a supreme dictator. What's his name?" he asked henry. By now, he opened his journal to a random page and started listing down. Caelum got more curious, about this whole puppet, character and supreme overlord thing. Come to think of it, there's an overlord here in Gravity Falls? In this very town? Odd.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Oct 16, 2017 23:15:32 GMT -6
A long pause, then before he knew it somebody slid in front of him some high school student with black hair. Damn. He didn't recognize the guy from the school, maybe one of those young 20 year olds who moved in trying to escape adulthood? He mouthed about Puppets and Characters making the elder man pause. Wait. He knew? His eye brow slanted slightly before narrowing in suspicion, "Why what do you know?" He asked the question right back thinking this some serious test form Bill cipher. After that whole Dream sequence the damn demon made him go through, nobody could be trusted, could damn well be another dream.
The other one went on asking about Great Supreme One, bloody hell. Were these two serious? The guy went on about the triangle about being a dictator. Was this all a joke? Was that Will Cipher in disguise, the blue triangle never do anything stupid. "Fine. I'll bite. Play along." He grumbled frustrated, before taking a long swig of his coffee.. Need that brown warm liquid... Go damn well good right about now.
"I know bloody hell enough about puppets and character, more bloody hell wish I knew. You both could be just some obnoxious pawns out to cause a little entertainment for one who probably growing bored of these games." He narrowed his eyes, "I met his counter part, a rather big wimpy coward." Henry then tapped his finger nails on the table in thought, "Dictator rather understatement. Supreme One, guessing new to town.. Otherwise be praising the bloody hell off of him. Transformed this whole Bloody Hell mountain countryside into his personal playground, Notice trees outside? All them bloody golden leave, genuine gold. The sidewalk mixed of marble and gold. Oh, then the various randoms bits and pieces of nonsense A-Like." He paused giving slight clear cut glare at the blue hair of the sore thumb of the trio.
He screamed at one of the Grease maids, "Can I have a Grunkle Flufflex on a plate!" The people once more looked at him, muttering rude man under their breaths. Though the grease person brought the food over. It looks to be some sort of plant interdimensional dish like living talking Plant. He grabbed for a piece of the shattered dagger stabbing it in the neck. "This, is not of this world. Blood Well tell you that.. this a result of the physics of the world breaking. Eat it. Dare you." He pushed the dish over to the odd blue figure. "Welcome to Bloody Hell Gravity Falls. Town Where Anything bloody Supernatural became the norm." He grumbled huffing up slamming three gold roman coins down, before standing up planning to take his leave, should one not stop him. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2017 12:20:29 GMT -6
"Why what do you know?"
Well... The answer to that was a resounding not enough, but Zared wasn't sure he really wanted to let it be known how little it felt like he knew about the whole thing. Not enough to be as pissed off and depressed as the redhead. Not enough to be slamming daggers into tables and breaking them. Not enough to know what to do or even if there was anything he could do. Just... Not enough.
He wouldn't get the chance to voice that thought, however, as the blue-haired guy, the one Zared had virtually ignored, asked a question of his own. This question actually got quite the response for the red-head. A long-winded reply that essentially came down to... Bill Cipher was one egotistical, maniacal bastard. But at the end of the day, did Bill Cipher really matter? If these roleplayers existed, would they really let Bill just take over the world?
Again, Zared would have voiced these thoughts, but it seemed the redhead had a show to perform, yelling at the grease-people. Zared wrinkled is nose in disgust, leaning away from the staff when they came to deliver the food. Gross. The grease-staff were the reasons Zared never ordered food or anything to drink. Otherwise, he probably would have at least attempted to order something... normal... But he certainly wasn't about to eat any of this weird crap, as the red-haired man was daring the other two men to do. Zared bit back an irritated sigh, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He waited impatiently for the red-haired man to finish the point he was making - that Bill Cipher had altered at least the town and nothing was the way it was supposed to be. Then, the man stood up and started to leave.
Zared frowned. His own questions still hadn't really been answered, and he doubted very seriously that the blue-haired man knew anything.
"So... You're pissy because this Bill Cipher changed everything?" he asked, one eyebrow arching. Zared had a feeling there was much more to it, and he wanted to know more.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 6:29:46 GMT -6
As the man asked, Caleum quickly respond with his head shaking. He just got here and now he is being greeted by a very unpolite man who named Henry. He met this fella quite a long time ago. He didn't know what got into him that made him turn into this. Henry ordered something from the chief and later handed them a plate with something on it. Wait, is this food? Is this what they eat? How gross. "Is this suppose to be a joke between the people and the employees of this diner? It's not funny." he asked Henry with a slight irritated tone while poking the thing in the plate.
Stay calm, there is no reason to be angry.
Caelum turn his nose a little bit and looked at Henry with a furrowed eyebrows, just what he thinks he is doing? Trying to kill him with this thing? Ha! If that's what he is trying to do to him then good luck buddy, cuz this guy is a lot harder to kill by just eating that thing. The other boy looked pissed at Henry's attitude, who wouldn't?
Bill Cipher huh? The name is very catching and has a nice ring to it too. When Henry was about to leave the someone placed their hand on his shoulder and whispered something "What a pitiful bastard. Better redeem yourself, who knows what might happen to you soon." they whispered in a very familiar voice. After that, they quickly walked away from the diner.
Caelum raised an eyebrow at the unknown man who seems to know Henry, a lot more than both of them. "Who was that guy?" Caelum whispered to himself when he looked at the doorway before looking back at Henry. "Hey man, I honestly don't know what's going on here. I just arrived a few days back and decided to check this place out because of rumors spreading about crazy things happening here," he explained to him calmly.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Oct 22, 2017 23:55:33 GMT -6
Henry completely ignored the blue hair man, who clearly did not catch the memo.. That no, this isn't some sort of joke, this is how things were. They were all just broken! That's when Mr. Black hair spoke up turning his attention to him asking him if he was soo upset over Bill Changing well everything. He paused before reaching the door before slowly turning to the male irritated he just pointed out the big flaw there. He felt a couple of the eyes in the diner gazing at him, HIM the guy who was suppose to be the perfect man in the room. These weren't the eyes of admirers of his magnificence fearing what they could become. These eyes held disgust at his cowardice, his pathetic actions. He felt his heart pounding his focus narrowing toward the black hair, "You look here... Of course I damn well hate Bill Cipher for everything he changed. How am I suppose to escape this hell town if the barrier the only thing keeping it from attacking my home? Outside this hell hole!"
He flinched as a wave of anger caused his heart to skip a beat the world flickering purple and red losing the colors of blues and greens. He shook it off a small grey hair slipping in the left portion of his head. That's when he felt a hand on his shoulder, a small weight, something that leaned forward into his ear whispering ever so softly in a tickling manner. The words, he barely heard them, the voice what cause his heart to skip a beat his body to completely freeze with fear. it couldn't be He felt completely frozen to the spot as the words slowly registered into his mind. A gasp released before he shook it off, the smurf's words barely registering, he couldn't leave now... Not with the chance of that.. That... What was that... What was.. happening...
He slowly found himself back to his seat, a clear cut fear written on his face. It seemed something greatly had shaken him up, "Milk Milk now." He shouted at one of the grease waiters, whom plopped the sweet warm white liquid in a glass. He quickly chugged it half down before giving the smurf a large glare. "You're fucking crazy coming here, the warning... si-" He flinched releasing the glass grasping his head surge of something inside coming at hime again, a void. The world once more flickered greyscale with hints of read, lights.. He saw everyone having a light... mixture of dark and bright. It flickered back to normal once more. He gasped focusing, "Wha-wha.... do you know of the characters." He forced out with clinch teeth 1 green glowing unnaturally bright looking toward the black hair male, the other slammed shut in pain. These... Roleplayers, were monsters. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 3:48:14 GMT -6
Zared remained silent as the red-head spoke. Well, ranted would have been a more appropriate word. Zared hadn't realized what a can of worms he would open with his simple question, but clearly, the other man had a lot of emotions he was dealing with. Zared remained quiet as he spoke, and continued his silence even after he was done, and another stranger approached him. Zared couldn't hear the words that were whispered into the red-head's ear, but by the sudden change in his countenance, he could assume the words weren't exactly pleasant.
"Who was that guy?" The man with blue hair whispered words that probably weren't meant for Zared. He only caught them because of their proximity, with Zared still sitting across from him. He himself would have liked to know the answer to that question, but kept his silence. The red-haired man ordered "milk" - Zared guessed it was probably something significantly stronger than milk - and responded to the blue-haired man's statement. He didn't know anything. Zared's pale gaze flickered over him, actually assessing him for the first time. He almost envied him. Not so long ago, Zared knew nothing, too. He lived his life simply, day by day, ignoring the weirdness around him. On the other hand... He was glad to know what he knew now, glad that he was no longer kept in the dark.
When he looked back at the man with red hair, he seemed to be in pain. A tremendous amount of pain. The way he was looking at Zared as he questioned his knowledge of "characters" was one that Zared could only describe as "crazed." It threw him off, but he kept his face perfectly smooth, perfectly void of emotion. "I know very little," he admitted, glancing again to the man with blue hair, wondering how much he should give up. It seemed the red-haired man didn't have any concerns with giving up his information, but Zared wanted to be much more careful.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 7:53:07 GMT -6
Caelum didn't know who he was directing the question was, but he answered "Nothing actually." he told him and looked to the other man when he said he knew very little of it. He was a little bit confuse about his response but he nodded, not everyone knows what's going on or who is ruling here. Or maybe they do, they are just staying quiet about it. Who is this Bill Cipher and why does everyone fear or have unknown whereabouts of him? He opened his journal once more and began writing thoughts and their response, it may not be much but it might help later on.
"Henry, why are you trying to escape when you can just go out and leave this place?" he asked him. He doesn't know why he is complaining about this, but as far as Caelum know about Henry, he has a clean records to everything. He hasn't even stayed long but he feels like he is going mad about this whole thing, let alone the vague information they are dropping to him. A quiet sigh escaped his lips when he stopped and place his pen against the dirty wooden counter. "You," he looked at the boy besides Henry. "What's your name and how long have you been staying here in Gravity Falls?" he asked.
Caelum is confuse. Who are these characters he is talking about and why does he knows about it so much? It feels like Caelum is missing something when he first stepped in GRavity Falls. It was as if everyone should know about it except few people understand this whole freaking mess that Bill Cipher made.
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Post by Henry Jackson on Nov 2, 2017 18:46:54 GMT -6
The blue hair spoke again, great more conversation, how obvious could he be of "leave me alone"? The question was simple, stupidly simple, he rolled his eyes turning more calmly to the male. It seemed the anger was slightly subsiding, but still lurking like a creature. Why was this happening to him? "If you're not human. You CAN'T leave." He answered taking another drink before calmly clearing his throat, eyes slightly narrowing. "There is a barrier surrounding this town, the damn contraption that created the barrier is inside of this lab experiment facility. The same kind who love to capture and experiment on those who aren't human. Sure they're loving ALL the data Bill Damn Cipher probably providing from all the demonic mayhem he's stirring up."
He quieted taking another drink, shaking the glass asking for seconds, it seemed the tense air actually scared quite a few customers out the door. As he heard the doors shut and some grumbling complaints, slight air of anger. What? Wasn't everyone suppose to be carefree do whatever crazed anarchists? Still Judgemental as ever, well.. Some things never change.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2017 19:43:41 GMT -6
He's been out checking the sights on his own free time, this town was so peculiar and different. He couldn't stop himself from smiling and taking photos of anything strange that was basically every single thing. The first few nights there he had been so busy moving things around their new home, he didn't exactly have time to enjoy all the various odd sights. At first he was rather anxious about the whole moving from the city to the country under his job identity, however certainly was not a mistake.
Pocketing the new cellphone, Caelum thoughtfully helped paid for, great guy. He turned from the library toward the Diner where Caelum had explained that was their meeting spot, something about gathering intel, he certainly hoped not to barge in too much. His choice of outfit was rather basic black skinny Jeans and a simple white shirt with a white tiger going down the side. It was a mixture of trying to fit in with the American culture better, than his more Arabian outfit he wore up to this point, and just trying to feel rebirthed. His albino hair was rather recently cut, as he had it grown out before deciding to work for the Blue hair weirdo. Again, really should thank the guy for helping out of his stumped area. Oh well, debts will be paid in good time, just enjoy the journey before hand.
He pushed open the door with a small ding waving the Grease waitress gone, how peculiar Grease waitresses. He smiled giving a small laugh, his green eyes flickering over the diner taking in the few people, certain less busy than he had thought. His dark skin stood out next to white spikey white hair, something he had inherited from his Mom, something he was highly proud of. True blood Arabic Unicorn Warrior, too bad his old herd wanted nothing to do with him. His eyes spotted the easy Blue head, that spoke out "What's your name and how long have you been staying here in Gravity Falls?" interrogated attention full on a black hair male. The Black hair didn't looked familiar, until he saw a look that was very very familiar one of cool calm collected, something he felt a bit displaced for. Always wanted to cheer up.
He walked up happiness just oozing from him, "Zared! Can't be!" If it wasn't oh well! Things happen! Hey, better to double check an old friend, than not at all. He placed both hands on the table leaning forward, lime-green with gold specs eyes flicked down quickly noticing how much Blue Hair had filled up his notepad. Who was Bill Cipher? Barrier entrapment? His mind instantly curiously asked to itself highly curious. The eyes flickered however back Zaredso fast, only one connected would have certainly noticed. "You gotta tell me, how one so high up get here? That's you right?" He slowly began to leaning closely trying to get a better look.
If one was to look at his right hand there was a small star tattoo, along with the gold chains, something he personally kept after his older teen years. It was a mental security blanket, fear of large spaces.. A little chain felt good old safety cramp net. Sometimes though, they didn't work, but hey! Cheers when they do!
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