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: 400px;]Idol had just been...watching...from afar. The male's eyes shook, his body twitched. God he needed to relax. Mettaton was leaving....he wouldn't be so stressed right....right.....right. The being just...watched, admiring the male's music as he internally panicked, yet tried to stay out of sight. For everyone's betterment.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]God....That was a trip and a half. Did Idol really care? Not too much. He didn't look recognizable now, did he? Hopefully not. He didn't want anybody to guess who he was at first sight. The downright sparkling, official looking feline walked up to the staircase up to the islands, waiting for some Blizzardclanner to give the usual "name and business" speal while he decided what kind of change to his name he wanted. New clan new him. He had to replace the Contaminated in his name....but with....what? Hmmmmmm.....

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Oh, well didn't this individual seem absolutely peachy? Oh, YES, Totally a great idea. Use old terminology to sound different. "C-C...I mean......I-IdleIdol. Madam. I'm here to join Blizzardclan...that is, if all of you will be absolutely swell and take me." Nice save, Idol. Nice Save.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Oh GOD NOOOOOOOoooo. Idol nervous said a thank you to Muffet, telling her that he'd definitely stop by sometime before talking towards Mettaton. "Well....um...I had a bit of an incident...with a wall, and some....regeneration...and I really didn't think I could show my face in Windclan like this anymore....so....I...ran off without even a note...which...was pretty stupid actually...but I thought about where you left and decided to follow. Seeing as...new body...new me?" The creature seemed to get through the explanation nervously, holding out his now oil-less paws and showing the new pink streaks in his fur, and his obviously new pink jacket of sorts.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol had suddenly seen Muffet appear out of nowhere and was obviously confused. He didn't even ask. He wasn't going to ask. Powers were so weird that he really didn't care to understand it. They just sort of appeared, people had them, end of story.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Interaction thread /w Idol?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Oh, um....Idol just sort of appeared to the scene and tried to watch as well. The feline didn't know ANYTHING about food. He was just sort of....living off oil for a long while, so he had never felt the need to learn about how to prepare food, much less fruits. He was too nervous to even say hello, or say how he wanted to just watch, he just sort of....did.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Wow, this place sure was interesting. What a lovely place, such lovely faces. The robot was simply, wandering. Unsure of what to do and who to talk to, or if he would even talk to. Maybe he'd just stick around those he already knew and have them force him to talk to other people....yeah that sounded pretty accurate.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]boop http://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2304954.new#new

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]"Ah, I'm IdleIdol. Nice to meet you...and I'm good. I don't eat fruit. And...I can't make food at all." The nervous feline said, waving his paw nervously. He really didn't eat fruit, or meat....he ate oil. Or....drank it. He had sort of gotten used to the taste of the black liquid material.

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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol had followed Judicialverdict and Mettaton to Blizzardclan...Abandoned Rudy and Gerard thinking that he wouldn't feel guilty. He didn't want to go back now. He'd never be forgiven. The creature had a new body, new name, so he couldn't possibly go back. New him, new clan, that was it. The feline had....no need for going back now. But, that was unimportant, what was important was that Idol was simply wandering around with his thoughts filling his brain.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]boop (link here)

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Idol had found a piano, no not a huge one that humans used all the time don't be stupid. It was a smaller piano, feline sized of course. The robotic creature had loved singing, but...let's just say piano wasn't really his Forte. He eventually did...somewhat get a grip on the keys, making a tune after a good...what? 100 tries? Once he got a somewhat non-cr#ppy tune up, he started softly singing with the Piano.

"Gee, you're swell.
Golly Gee, you're swell!
What a guy like you can set his mind to,
who can tell?

You make life exciting.
The lights! The sound!
Fun things seem to happen
When you're around."

It was then that Idol f_cked up a key and the robotic feline panicked, swiftly falling away from the Piano and onto his back pathetically. Nice going there, bud.

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So, If anyone needs a temporary death, or a death leading to a body change with a fabric-pelt, then this might be in your interest.
I need IdleIdol to skin somebody to make into a jacket, and I need someone to be the victim of such acts. He might leave an animal-shaped fabric covering (because he's really nice at heart), and that could lead to them getting a fabric-pelt.

Any takers?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol was sensitive enough already, and was sort of already crying from pain, and Boba's comment just made his face, which was currently in the ground, to leak more oil. Yeah, Idol was a weakling, he knew that already. The feline just sort of...laid there, faceplanted into the ground and a muffled voice speaking as Idol motioned to the piano with one paw. "How about you try to play it theN?"

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol lifted his head and made a pouty face. He then looked away and growled to himself. "Oh...you must be one of....THOSE people." "Those" people being people who have no knowledge of real music, and therefor would not be able to respect piano music. The feline then went back to the piano, but not before noticing the runty looking creature trying to attack Boba. "Oh, oh no, little guy please, that's mean! Just because he's not respectful doesn't mean you should try to hurt him, you could get hurt!" Well, what could he say? Boba seemed like the type to murder children, emotionally and physically.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]"Umm...I mean...I can't paint...but..if you'll allow me, I'd be quite keen on trying to help!" Idol said with a smile, walking up to the scene and looking around at the paints. I mean, he could totally try, but he might just make everything look downright awful.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Oh, Yeah. Him. "H-Hello, Mister Judicial. I've been...Well I could be more swell. But hey, with how odd and powerful you seem to be...you might already know that. I'm doubting some things, but...you know. Depression does that to you." The robotic feline seemed the chuckle a bit at the end, trying to lift his spirits. The fancy looking male then paused, staring at Judicial for a moment before speaking again. "Mister Judicial...would you call yourself...um...what's the word...nihilistic? Whatever the word is that means...believing in nothing, having no loyalties, and having no purpose other than...perhaps destruction....but oh nevermind. You couldn't be that nihilistic if that's what it means...seeing as...you know...you care about Mettaton so much." Wow, he was rambling. Stupid Idol.