Okay, so this is OOC but because most everyone I RP with follows this blog and I’m not sure if they follow the other, so I’m going to comment about it here.
After Thursday, I probably will not have access to my computer. What this means is that I will be able to use my lap top, but bless her little heart, she’s a slow little machine and I really need to get a new lap top.
The point is that, while I will be able to access the internet, I can not promise it will be to the scale that I have been replying right now, or even at all.
This is probably going to last the whole summer until I can get back comfortably settled back into my dorm at University. During the summer, I am traveling up north to see my Dad.
I know this is really sudden, and I meant to tell you guys earlier? But I didn’t want to lose my RP buddies or for anyone to get mad or upset with me so I’ve kinda held it off.
I will try my very best to come on, but I can’t really say how much activity I’ll have. This does not mean our RPs have to be put on hold. It simply means that I may not write back as frequently. Please be patient with me.
If I can get a new processor for my little Toshiba, it might make it easier to draw on her, but until then I have no earthly clue if I’m going to be producing art during the summer on the computer.
I hope you guys aren’t… mad with me, or want to stop RPing with me.
Gloop waited a moment to see if the frog would respond, but ‘Greeny’ was so high up that it seemed he hadn’t even heard him at all! Hmm. With brows furrowed, the fish hopped off of his friend’s snout and began swimming laps around the cavern, thinking out loud as he went.
“[Maybe I should go and get help…like, maybe Banjo and Kazooie could rescue him, right? I bet they deal with this kinda stuff all the time – Kaz could fly up or something, maybe even make a sarcastic remark or two, and…]”
“uh, hey gloop?” Clanker nudged his friend gently.
“[…Yeah?]” he looked up to see the frog repositioning himself in the pipe, a faint wheezing filtering down from above. Try as he might, though, Gloop just couldn’t make it out.
“[Now what do you think he’s – oh geez!!!]”
Gloop hadn’t been expecting the ragged figure to try climbing down by himself, let alone jump and risk falling! Both he and Clanker looked on in horror – it seemed like he was barely holding on to the pipe he’d just grabbed.
“[H-hey bud, you’re gonna catch him if he falls, right?]” he nodded at Clanker.
“well, i’ll try…”
The shark readied himself – just in case – but he wasn’t too convinced he’d be able to do what Gloop was asking of him. Sure, he might catch this guy easily enough, but his fins were hard and metallic, and any attempt to save the strange pipe-dweller might result in more than just a broken fall. It’d probably be best to let him plunge into the drink, even if it was tainted with a decade’s worth of garbage.
Gloop, meanwhile, swam over to the base of the pipe the frog so desperately clung to.
“[Hey, good going bud, keep it up! You’re gonna make it – just a little bit more!!!]”
It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
Jolly gripped onto the pipe for what seemed to be hours more than just the mere moments he clung to it. He heard the cheers of the fish down below, echoing just a bit. However, from his distance, it was still rather hard to hear such calls.
He bit at his thin lower lip, attempting to plan out what he could do next. Not so far away, what appeared to be an air chute clung to the wall, not really serving any purpose. He figured the next step was to go there. He begun to climb down.
Whatever you do, he thought frantically to himself, don’t look down.
Luckily for the frog, it was only natural for his sticky hands to grab hold of the pipe with ease. He had only his lack of experiences of climbing to blame. As he allowed himself to slowly slide down, it seemed like things were going his way. He would be safe soon!
The chute was not to far ahead now. If he could jump on that, perhaps something else would help him further down. He let go of the pipe with one hand, reaching for the chute.
It wasn’t… too far of a jump. Right? He pulled his hand back to the safety of the pipe. He glanced down.
Another inhale of breathe, and he called out, “I’M GOING TO JUMP!”
What he wouldn’t do for some proper water! He stuck out his tongue for a moment and let out a disgusted groan - his parch throat was driving him bananas!
He steadied himself on the pipe, and then allowed his legs to untangle from it. He attempted to swing his body over.
1…. 2….. 3!
He let go and was airborne once more. But his luck was not on his side this time. As he gripped for the chute he nearly missed. He was struggling to grab it this time.
“W-whoa!”
Dix didn’t mind the frog looking hungrily at the fruit. There were plenty of banana trees in the jungle, so that meant plenty of bananas to go around! It was an endless supply!
“Now, Candy Kong would always use a book for making this—aha!”
There was the cookbook by the kitchen window. She began searching for the recipe.
“Alright, so it says here that we gotta make the filling, so first thing’s first!”
She grabbed milk, eggs and other ingredients for the filling and also a pot. Since the counter was pretty high for her she couldn’t really reach the top of the stove. The chimp stretched and stretched and even went as far as standing on her tippy toes, but unfortunately no dice.
Jolly had procedded to unwrap one of the long yellow fruits, and stick it into his mouth. The sweet banana was heavenly to him, and he smiled as he ate it. He turned to watch Dixie as she raced around, franctically trying to put this recipe together.
He smiled as he watched her trying to reach for the counter. He put down the banana, and walked over to her. He swallowed the remaining fruit in his mouth and then bent down.
“Alley oop.” he said as he scooped her up and then helped her to the counter top. “There you go! Always ask a tall friend for help, Miss Dix.”
“Oh! I knew I could get you to agree! Now you stay right there, Kingy, and I’ll get you something nice to drink! It’ll warm up that belly lick-e-split!” he pat the King’s belly before nearly prancing off to go grab them some sort of drink for them.
He came back, looking rather defeated. “What the hell, all I could afford was this cheap bottle of wine…! Well, I guess its romantic, but STILL…”
With folded arms, Bowser stared downward at the single flimsy bottle. He was not impressed. This certainly wasn’t the treatment a King deserved! “That’s IT?” It had to be a joke!
When he realized there was no humor, the dictator roughly snatched the wine away. His middle claw proved to be the perfect bottle opener, and in no time at all he had sucked down all the alcohol like a champion. To make matters worse for Jolly, the big guy didn’t appear even slightly phased either… it’d take more than a single sip to have him tripping over his feet.
“Flunky frog. This stuff stinks! My castle cellar has way better stuff! Get me some of that!” He hadn’t said how or where exactly, but the demand was made and making him think further wouldn’t be wise… Bowser stomped his foot and pointed forward. “C’mawn, Frog Prince. If you’re here to serve me what I want, go get more wine!”
“WELL! Excuse your Royal Hotheadedness,” Jolly put his hands on his hips, giving the King a rather annoyed look, “You can’t expect a poor hobo to have the best wine in the land! How exactly do you expect me to get YOUR wine when we’re not near your castle, hmmmm?”
((and i see you, my kouhai
-doki dokis in the wind-))
//T-Too cool!
//Wait a second, this is the wrong blog! What am I doing here? WHO AM I!? AM I DIDDY. OOH AH. WHOAAAAA
((clearly your diddles muse must be breaking out. HES COMIN OUT. HE WANT DA WORLD TO KNOW. GOTTA LET IT SHOW.))
omg look at that reaction image its so CUTE i am dieing over here ))
Jolly Roger was lost; he had been lost for days in the confusing pipe lines. He wasn’t sure how Banjo did it, but the poor frog seemed to have no sense of direction. He glanced around, unsure if he had been in the copper pipe before. Something sure did smell grotesque though, almost like garbage.
Or was that him? He looked under his arm pit and sniffed it, before making a face. No, not him. Well, that was good at least. He felt like he was sweating up a storm in the unknown pipe. It had been days since the triplet pigs had made their complaint to him that the pipe lines were making the water murky in his lagoon! How did he end up getting so lost.
Maybe this is why he was not a hero. It was obvious that he couldn’t fix a damn thing. When he was about to give up, he heard something from the other side. Breathing. Hard breathing. He froze a bit.
Well, there were two sides of this - it meant that he was probably near some sort of land… or he was about to be eaten alive. Still… if he turned back, he would just continue to be lost. He figured the only way out was towards the hard breathing. He heard a rather loud clunk with every exhale too. He wasn’t sure what it was…
Thats when he noticed that this was the end of the pipe. But, a railing blocked him from entering. Just great. He let out a frustrated grunt and kicked it roughly in his frustration.
It fell off its place with ease. Jolly blinked. Oh. He peered out into the world before him.
He was defiantly not in his own world anymore.
“…whoa….”
“…and then what happened?”
“[Well!]”
Gloop paused suddenly, at what was sure to be the most climactic part of the adventure he’d had not too long ago. He’d been talking at length about his travels and the dangers he’d encountered for what must have been a few hours now, but Clanker was ever eager for more. The shark just couldn’t help himself; he loved hearing about the outside world. He shifted impatiently in the silence, waiting for his friend to find the right words.
“[Well, I was really in hot water then – literally! The springs at Hailfire are close to boiling and you can hardly breathe, it’s like a big wave that just kind of hi-IITS YOU!]”
Gloop yelped as a piece of debris – an old vent cover, perhaps? – went hurtling through the air within inches of his face, almost knocking him clean off his perch atop Clanker’s nose. It hit the latter square on the snout – clang! – before cartwheeling off into the murky depths below.
Sploosh.
“what the – oww…” Clanker grimaced at the sight of a new dent on his nose – as if he didn’t have enough of those already!
“did you see that? where did –”
“[Um, bud? Up there.]”
Clanker followed his friend’s gaze to an open pipe that was just slightly above eyelevel. It wasn’t the pipe that caught his attention, though, but the froglike figure that lay inside, peering out at both him and his friend.
He and Gloop stared a moment, looked at each other, then back at the stranger.
“um, hi? i uh…wait, there are people living inside the walls now?”
“[I dunno, bud! He looks more lost to me than anything…]”
“yeah, but don’t most people come in through the door at least?” he gave Gloop a quizzical look.
“[Really lost. Hey Greeny, you okay up there? We should probably get him down…]”
Jolly heard a voice call from below, and he peered down. To him, the two figures did not appear very big. He glanced around him, gulping a bit. The end of this pipe had lead him to a very high region of the area. He turned to the right, to find a pipe that could be very possible to climb.
He gulped. The only way out of this mess was to go down. Perhaps he wasn’t too far from a safe walking distance from home. He swallowed, trying to prep his throat for the shout he would have to make down to them.
“I think I can get down! H-hold on!” he wheezed out. Being stuck in sweltering hot pipes with no water was rather rough on him! He would have to jump just a bit to get to it. Easy! Easy. He glanced down at the water below him.
He could imagine a belly flop would be rather painful. And with no extra lives for secondary characters, you had to be very careful with the way you planned things.
It was just a jump. And not that far. He grabbed the sides of the pipe he was currently in, crouching in a position so his legs would be able to leap out quickly and get to the pipe.
He hopped, flying into the air with ease. He felt that momentum, time slowing down for him as he was airborne just for a brief moment, his stomach now in his chest. He reached out for the pipe, biting his tongue in hopes he would catch it.
He barely caught a grip of the pipe, and he held himself there for a moment. He whimpered and then looked down. Oh good. All he had to do was climb down. Right? Right…
“…..D-DON’T WORRY.” he called out to the fish below him. “UHH… I got… it under… CONTROL… yeah! Ahaha…ha!”
He could feel hot tears in his eyes as he started to panic.
Hello! If you don’t know who I am, okay. If you know who I am, okay. Basically this is my OOC Role…
(( Hi Folks! I make a lot of OOC posts and my new friend was like “you should really just make a OOC blog” so thats what I did. I’m promoting it now just in case you want to follow it.
As a note, it will not be exclusive to one blog or the other so I will be tagging things. ))
