With a wave of his hand and a shower of flower petals he conjures a full pitcher of lemonade. "That is a good trick, my friend. That must have many uses. Would you like a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade?" He conjures a glass full of ice and begins to pour it. As he does so, you feel a few raindrops begin to sprinkle down from the sky. "Do you have a name, Mr. Mime Machine?" Many colored flowers begin to bloom. They sprout in a wide circle around the two of us. "Who are you?"
They tilt their head, more sparks flying out as metal scrapes against metal, before the screen changes, flashing 'The professor' for a moment before changing to 'The mime' In friendly bright letters, contrasting whatever this being truly feels, being trapped in a body it cannot control. He takes his cup of lemonade once it's finished, dipping a finger into the cup and draining it until it's empty.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Professor Mime. Now, if you don't mind..." He reaches out and presses his fingers against your metal chest. Lush leaves and thin, curling vines spring out from where he touches. Great bulbous buds blossom and bloom and you feel their roots reach deep inside of you, granting voice to any quiet thoughts deep inside of you. Giving a petaled mouth to the face behind the mime's paint. "I'd like to hear what you really have to say."
*Whoever is inside this machine can speak through the flower buds until they are torn off of you.*
He hears a breathy voice, once again, still crackling and garbled like before, but still just that little bit clearer as the eyeball returns to the screen, able to take the body back into their control with the assistance from the April Fish, "I am the professor." His head twitches controllably, as if his control is loose and weakly held, "MY BODY WAS STOLEN FROM ME! I AM T-TRAPPED IN THIS V-VESSEL!"
He springs to his feet, "Calm yourself man! I knew that much already!"
He springs to his feet, "Calm yourself man! I knew that much already!"
His hands shake as he looks down to them, the screen eye glitching constantly "I-I have no control over my choices! I cannot even s-speak! I was forced to be this way for y-years! DECADES!"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He springs to his feet, "Calm yourself man! I knew that much already!"
His hands shake as he looks down to them, the screen eye glitching constantly "I-I have no control over my choices! I cannot even s-speak! I was forced to be this way for y-years! DECADES!"
"Timelines are nothing! How did this happen! How can you be freed? Who is doing this to you? Don't say the Mime, I know that much already!"
He springs to his feet, "Calm yourself man! I knew that much already!"
His hands shake as he looks down to them, the screen eye glitching constantly "I-I have no control over my choices! I cannot even s-speak! I was forced to be this way for y-years! DECADES!"
"Timelines are nothing! How did this happen! How can you be freed? Who is doing this to you? Don't say the Mime, I know that much already!"
"THE OTHER DOCTORS! I'M GOING TO SKIN THOSE TRAITORS ALIVE!" He trembles, before looking back up to them, "I... I'm not sure I can be freed."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Stay here." he says before quickly appearing behind the person, gun to their back. "Scream and your dead." he whispers
She rubs their back, turning their face to kiss them for a moment.
They sigh, putting their hands up as to show they've got nothing on them. Tresa stays where she was. The voice is modified to not identify "I'm dead either way, aren't I?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He springs to his feet, "Calm yourself man! I knew that much already!"
His hands shake as he looks down to them, the screen eye glitching constantly "I-I have no control over my choices! I cannot even s-speak! I was forced to be this way for y-years! DECADES!"
"Timelines are nothing! How did this happen! How can you be freed? Who is doing this to you? Don't say the Mime, I know that much already!"
"THE OTHER DOCTORS! I'M GOING TO SKIN THOSE TRAITORS ALIVE!" He trembles, before looking back up to them, "I... I'm not sure I can be freed."
"Where there is a will, there is a way. So unless we can find a guy named Will, then you are probably right." He nods his head, deep in nonsensical thought. "Professor, why'd they put you in the body of an automaton clown? I would think it would be an upgrade to become a jester but maybe I'm biased."
"Stay here." he says before quickly appearing behind the person, gun to their back. "Scream and your dead." he whispers
She rubs their back, turning their face to kiss them for a moment.
They sigh, putting their hands up as to show they've got nothing on them. Tresa stays where she was. The voice is modified to not identify "I'm dead either way, aren't I?"
He kisses her osftly.
"Come and have a seat." he says, leading them to their booth. "And turn off your voice mod choom."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He springs to his feet, "Calm yourself man! I knew that much already!"
His hands shake as he looks down to them, the screen eye glitching constantly "I-I have no control over my choices! I cannot even s-speak! I was forced to be this way for y-years! DECADES!"
"Timelines are nothing! How did this happen! How can you be freed? Who is doing this to you? Don't say the Mime, I know that much already!"
"THE OTHER DOCTORS! I'M GOING TO SKIN THOSE TRAITORS ALIVE!" He trembles, before looking back up to them, "I... I'm not sure I can be freed."
"Where there is a will, there is a way. So unless we can find a guy named Will, then you are probably right." He nods his head, deep in nonsensical thought. "Professor, why'd they put you in the body of an automaton clown? I would think it would be an upgrade to become a jester but maybe I'm biased."
"I was a revered doctor! I am a genius scientist! Yet they confine me to this body for their amusement! Knowing I have no control for my choices! I'm going to MURDER THEM ALL!" The air begins warping around him, flames licking at his fingertips.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He springs to his feet, "Calm yourself man! I knew that much already!"
His hands shake as he looks down to them, the screen eye glitching constantly "I-I have no control over my choices! I cannot even s-speak! I was forced to be this way for y-years! DECADES!"
"Timelines are nothing! How did this happen! How can you be freed? Who is doing this to you? Don't say the Mime, I know that much already!"
"THE OTHER DOCTORS! I'M GOING TO SKIN THOSE TRAITORS ALIVE!" He trembles, before looking back up to them, "I... I'm not sure I can be freed."
"Where there is a will, there is a way. So unless we can find a guy named Will, then you are probably right." He nods his head, deep in nonsensical thought. "Professor, why'd they put you in the body of an automaton clown? I would think it would be an upgrade to become a jester but maybe I'm biased."
"I was a revered doctor! I am a genius scientist! Yet they confine me to this body for their amusement! Knowing I have no control for my choices! I'm going to MURDER THEM ALL!" The air begins warping around him, flames licking at his fingertips.
"Oh no, we can't have that." He shakes his head, "Dead bodies spoil any scene and it would solve nothing."
She nods, grabbing their papers and bringing them back to them.
Perception check, with a help action from Tresa.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I would like to think so," he nods
*I have been bestowed a blade*
He starts to work, muttering to himself.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It really doesnt."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She does what she can to help them, sighing.
They see someone walking through the door, and their eyes lock.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He springs to his feet, "Calm yourself man! I knew that much already!"
He smiles and shrugs simply, "Very well"
His hands shake as he looks down to them, the screen eye glitching constantly "I-I have no control over my choices! I cannot even s-speak! I was forced to be this way for y-years! DECADES!"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He just leans against her.
His eye flashes red, checking their heart rate.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Timelines are nothing! How did this happen! How can you be freed? Who is doing this to you? Don't say the Mime, I know that much already!"
She wraps her arms around them, leaning against them too.
Rising as soon as they make eye contact, they try to leave quickly.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"THE OTHER DOCTORS! I'M GOING TO SKIN THOSE TRAITORS ALIVE!" He trembles, before looking back up to them, "I... I'm not sure I can be freed."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Leo sighs a bit, melting into the hug.
"Stay here." he says before quickly appearing behind the person, gun to their back. "Scream and your dead." he whispers
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She rubs their back, turning their face to kiss them for a moment.
They sigh, putting their hands up as to show they've got nothing on them. Tresa stays where she was. The voice is modified to not identify "I'm dead either way, aren't I?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Where there is a will, there is a way. So unless we can find a guy named Will, then you are probably right." He nods his head, deep in nonsensical thought. "Professor, why'd they put you in the body of an automaton clown? I would think it would be an upgrade to become a jester but maybe I'm biased."
He kisses her osftly.
"Come and have a seat." he says, leading them to their booth. "And turn off your voice mod choom."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I was a revered doctor! I am a genius scientist! Yet they confine me to this body for their amusement! Knowing I have no control for my choices! I'm going to MURDER THEM ALL!" The air begins warping around him, flames licking at his fingertips.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Vibing*
*How r y'all*
"Oh no, we can't have that." He shakes his head, "Dead bodies spoil any scene and it would solve nothing."