waywardtomato: (Lie down time)
Radical Edward ([personal profile] waywardtomato) wrote in [community profile] vatheon2012-10-04 03:48 am

Edward meets a bubble.

Who: Radical Edward and Everyone!
When: Day!
Where: The Plaza!
What: Another new arrival!
Type:Starting Prose, Will follow whatever you want!
Status: Open!

With the coral's usual fanfare, another visitor is left lying in a heap in the middle of the plaza. This one appears to be a very androgynous looking girl(?) in her early teens. Sitting alongside her is a very wet looking computer, and a startled Pembroke Welsh Corgi that barks a few times at the girl(?), and then tears off into the city proper after the girl doesn't move.

The unconscious girl(?) continues to lie in the plaza. It is unsure at first glance if she is merely sleeping, or worse.
grandhighblood: (█ contemplative)

[personal profile] grandhighblood 2012-10-22 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever the fuck a Sigourney weaver is. What is that, some kind of loom operating servant? Anyway, he just narrows his eyes at her.

"The motherfucking Imperial Drones can't be all up and STOPPED BY NO MOTHERFUCKING PAPER. That's all up the worst idea you could even get to spewing at a brother."

He cannot match your enthusiasm for these ideas, Ed. Sorry.
grandhighblood: (█ something to mull over)

[personal profile] grandhighblood 2012-10-24 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head, almost snickering at her efforts to find a solution. Because, well, there really is no need for one.

"Leave the motherfucking Tomato," he says, only assuming the broken thing on the ground is what Ed was referring to. It certainly doesn't resemble any tomatoes he's seen (yes, he knows what a tomato is now, thanks to the plaza market). "Ain't gonna be no drones all up and motherfucking traversing the deep seas for this sorry excuse of a shitty establishment."
grandhighblood: (█ oh hello down there)

[personal profile] grandhighblood 2012-10-29 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
His mouth pulls back into a wide grin, thoroughly amused by Ed's enthusiasm. While he's not against culling something so naive and carefree, it's not like he can just up and kill anyone anymore. Shaky as his hands are from both amusement and desire to kill, he just shakes his head. A clawed hand comes around to scoop up the remains of Ed's computer, which he assumes is what Ed is referring to as 'Tomato' and examines it.

"The motherfuck does this shit even all do, hm?"

He knows what a computer is, but he's not sure what Ed wants to do with it specficially.