Posts by ContaminatedIdol .

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]God, he was cold. He was so cold and he had no idea where he was. He did know one thing, that he was somewhere near other animals. He needed something,something warm. He needed something to cover that godawful snow from hitting his exposed metallic body parts. His exposed wiring on his head had been damaged enough from the snow that had fallen on him before and turned to water. The feline walked up to the border, some creaking sounds coming from some rusted joints. He spoke out into what he thought was emptiness, hoping that nobody would come around and try to attack him. "Hello? Is an-an-an-an-an-ANYONE out there?" The robotic creature would look very shocked as one of his paws went over his mouth. Maybe they wouldn't recognize the voice glitch, yeah. He hoped so at least, it's rare that people helped beggars like him. He shouldn't even be a beggar, but that's where he is now. Which was just GREAT. Sarcasm totally intended.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol's gaze turned to Mettablook, his brain trying to process all of what he said, but a quick painful jolt of misdirected electricity caused some of the words to get lost. The dummy appeared, which caused him to flinch back and allow his pure white eyes to expand. He was scared, he was scared and malfunctioning slightly. He got out some words, his voice sounding wavery as he looked at those around him. "I-I'm sorry! I'm Contaminated. ContaminatedIdol. But...I believe I should just be called 'Beggarman'. It better suits my ranking." The creature then noticed Mettaton, and felt himself shiver a bit. That creature...perhaps that was what he could've been like...if everything hadn't gone to hell for him. But It didn't matter now, really. "And...Yes- Hello. I come simply to, as my suggested rank-based name suggests, Beg. I'm malfunctioning a bit, and I've no place to go. If I could just recieve some oils, maybe some cloths, anything really. It'd be a blessing, Darlings. Oh!... I'm so Sorry for calling you all that. It's a b-bad habit."

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol said a soft thank you to the the dummy that offered the cotton. Even if it was small it still helped. He could use it to block off some wires showing on his legs that were just sort of being hazardous. When he was greeted with a hoodie, he grabbed at it like it was a million dollars, joy lighting up his broken up face as he put the warm object on himself as best he could. When he heard Mettaton's words clearly, the broken up robot seemed to smile more, even if it hurt him a bit. "If..if you'd truly do that for me, I'd more than like it. Thank you...Thank you so much, you're so kind." The feline spoke happily, his joy getting to a point where his soul felt like it was having a dull pressure applied to it.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]awh sh_te now i'm scared.
actually no i'm not haha
((tracking with my newest roleplay robo's account haha))

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol felt like he was dreaming. He had to be, right? He took the legwarmers and quickly attempted to put them on his back legs. Once they were on, they covered the portions of revealed wires, which made Idol a very happy robot. He then noticed the sans individual. He looked to the creature a bit, shuffling uncomfortably before he saw the oils and clothes conjured up. He heard the other mention his 'wounds' and gave a questioning look, before realizing that he had malfunctioned to the point where some of the pink watery substance in the area of his body where his soul was had started leaking. Idol then laughed nervously, his non-complete paw waving a bit as he spoke. "I-It's awfully nice of you, but I think my little scratches and open areas will be fine without treatment, and the leak will end soon enough as well. Thank you anyways, though, sans" He was sort of freaking out at this point. He could fix the creaking in his joints! He had a wardrobe after so long! He had someone to take care of him in this state! Was...was this some sort of heaven? No, that's silly.

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bibbity boo
a thread with idol and mettablook is what i ask of you

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bippity bime
a thread with idol if you have the time?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol wasn't doing much, he was simply relaxing and shoving his face into the soft clothes he had been given. He hadn't felt such softness and calmness like this in a long time, and he decided that he should take some time to properly appreciate the things those of windclan had given to the robotic feline.

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Bam, Done. Here you go:http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2283175.new#new

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol laughed a bit at the dummy's actions and words, mostly out of happiness more than humor. He then took the torn up headgear and put it on, smiling happily and feeling himself warm up due to both the clothes and the kindness.

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It's a pile of papers, call covered with messy clawmarks making up words.

1)
today i was shown such amazing kindness. i think...i think i've found myself, and not in the super meaningful metaphor way as i would've said it before. alternate versions of me. one's a ghost, another is a robot, like me. man, i wished i was in one of their realities, and not in the world i was before i found myself here, seemingly...at random. it's so strange.
oh! and i found paper and some ink!
i've forgotten how to write as pretty as i used to, but i'll relearn, i suppose!

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol was trying to figure out how to fix some wires that had torn up over his time as a beggar and survivor. He had never gotten the chance to try and fix himself like this, that is, until now. The feline had one legwarmer off, trying to use his full paw to put two wires together to make a complete circuit again, and to stop the electricity hazard from being out in the open.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol's head popped up from the clothing to look at Mettaton once he spoke. When the other asked how he was, he wasn't hesitating to give an answer. "Everything's been very good! I've forgotten what it was like to feel soft clothes like these, to be around others...well...others that..." He paused, he then looked down a bit with his pure white optics. He then coughed a bit and tried to move past the topic he was about to brush over. "Uhh, so yes! It's been very good. By the way, thank you for everything."

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I got it!
here you go::http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2283191.new#new

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol sort of nodded as Mettaton spoke, nervously smiling as he did so, because he was unsure of how to respond without being more awkward for a while. When Mettaton mentioned the name Chara, Idol felt himself shake a bit. Chara...man if there was ever one name that gives the most murder flashbacks, it would be Chara's. But when Mettaton started to talk about a cover for his front leg, he smiled and looked at the bland leg, stripped down to it's metallic base of construction. "That's very nice of you, but I think I shouldn't try to fix everything at once. I...I need time." The broken up robotic feline gave a small, glitchy sounding laugh after that, as if trying to humor himself with his own speaking voice.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]ContaminatedIdol (aka. mettaton version: what the hell happened to you) is open to mostly everything except for killings, captures, litters, and relationships

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]"It's okay, it's okay! And, of course I'll come back to your cabin with you. Tea does sound good right about now." The feline said with a smile. Tea was calming, therefor made sense as to why it sounded good right now. The interaction so far had been...tense, in a way. Seemed like both individuals were afraid of making the other feel uncomfortable, which lead to both of them feeling uncomfortable anyways. Oh well, what could you do?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol noticed Mettablook and quickly tried to put back the other legwarmer so it covered his wiring. "He-Hello Mettablook! I apologize for you having to see that...odd attempt at wiring. I was just trying to fix a hazard on my body. The robot said with a quick laugh added onto it. He wanted to laugh at the situation, just to keep himself from seeming depressing. He had already done enough of that. He'd been given a home, he should be happy!

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;] Idol was decked out in his new clothes, admiring the feeling of warmth and softness that the objects had as he looked at a small broken phone's screen. The screen had a small video of twoleg children running around on a stage, apparently acting. No, Idol didn't think they were good at acting, but it was funny to watch them stumble around on the stage, and he couldn't blame them, seeing as they were twoleg children. Not to mention that the small phone was yet another luxury that Idol would not expect to find anytime soon, but apparently some twoleg was careless enough to drop it into a hole in the ground that Idol had found himself almost falling into earlier that day. But now he was just laughing at the small twoleg actors on the stage in the phone screen.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 265px;]Idol gave a small flick of his full ear as he turned to look at the others. "Oh, I'm ContaminatedIdol. Its'...It's nice to meet you, Cosmickit. And I am currently watching twoleg children attempt to act on a stage, It's quite funny...but i suppose that's just my horrible sense of humor..." The broken up robot's ears laid flat against his head as he tried to look back to the screen and not look at the others anymore- feeling a bit like he wasn't allowed to speak to any other windclanners besides those who had met him when he first wandered here, and had just broken that rule.