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 nodded towards Mettaton. Yeah, he didn't need to really play the piano, and he wasn't good at taking anything afterwards? Compliments? Silence. Criticism? Silence. Criticism meant to harm? Crying. But again, the feline nodded towards Mettaton and tried to smile towards the others as a form of thank you as Boba walked away.

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Open to:
-Interactions
-Friendships
-Enemies
-Acquaintances
-Music buddies
-Bullying Idol
-hUMAN AUS

Closed to
-the usual things. You know the ones

[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 been odd recently. Okay, first of all, he was the same ball of anxiety he usually was, somehow mixed with newfound confidence thanks to a new body? It was odd, to say the least. The feline had started to actually get a good look at himself in a shard of a broken mirror he had found. Ugh. Still...hideous...but better than being covered in his own filth and tears, he supposed.

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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;]So...Painting, huh? Welp, the splatters of paint on guitars, making a sort of minimalist artistic splotch on the instruments, proved that Idol wasn't one who usually painted. The creature was trying out so many instruments lately, and he was trying to strum a few strings on the guitar, a few others laying around next to a poorly scribbled sign that said "Take one". Free guitars, ladies, gents, and others.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol giggled softly at Mary, telling her that she did a very good job when she was playing the instrument. "Very nice, Mary. And...of course sir. Feel free." The last part of that was pointed towards Matthias, obviously. Seeing as Mary wasn't a male.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol smiled towards the others as they showed up, making a "mmhmm" sound towards Sans as if to further emphasize that he was giving all the guitars on the ground away. He smiled towards Wingdin, oh that was so adorably sweet.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol made a curious sound before he tried taking some paint on one of his claws and writing the words "Bake sale" on the sign in the best calligraphy he could manage. After that was done, he attempted to draw some spiders, seeing as Muffet was very....spidery, he supposed her bake sale would be spidery as well. He wasn't very good at drawing, but he tried at least.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol decided to be around for this...good news. He himself had been informed of some bad news in Windclan that he wanted to tell Metta...but he decided not to be the bearer of the news, he didn't even know if Mettaton cared about Rudy, so why mention the poor kid's death? The black and pink feline just sort of, made his way near the group and smiled towards Judicial as if to say hello without interrupting anything.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;] "U-Uh. Wingdin. Mettaton...Don't pry like that. I-it's kind of rude and it's probably making her feel attacked." Idol said this nervously as he walked up, his voice a bit nervous as he started talking against his personal holy god that he'd probably worship in hopes of gaining knowledge, and a small child. Well, at least he was doing good, right?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Shocked by Mettaton's sudden appearance, the feline had tried to rush in throwing the shard of sharp glass away. Bad idea. The glass made a paper-cut like slice on his paw, but it didn't bleed or anything so it wasn't so big of deal. After the mirror shard had been thrown away, the nervous male spoke towards Mettaton with a rather large faked smile. "M-Mettaton, Hi! H-How are things? G-Good..H-H-Hopefully..." Yes, hopefully. Because Idol wanted Mettaton happy, even if he could do nothing about it really. He was just sort of...getting the backlash whenever emotions happened and got no healing. Such an abusive position to be in, but Idol didn't mind too much.

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Idol hadn't thought of Mettaton being in any danger. He had thought that the worst thing would be the news of Rudy dying. The feline regretted such thought when he found Mettaton in the state he was in. God...Idol...Idol felt as if he was going to puke. The smell, the way Mettaton was, it all made Idol want to expel puke-like substance from his being. The feline was also scared. He didn't know what to do, so he just screamed for help, from the only person who he knew cared about Mettaton...and might be able to really help. "JUDICIAL! SANS! M-METTATON, H-HE'S!" He was cut off by how he puked in his own mouth, swallowing it down quickly and starting to move away. No. No no no. He wasn't supposed to feel so sorry for him, so useless. God no. He just hoped Judicial would be here soon.

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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 was scared, too scared to move too quickly, but he was slowly starting to shuffle away, black oily tears in his eyes. He didn't think a medic would be able to help robotics. A mechanic dealt with robotics not a medic. The feline felt as if he'd done things wrong, not helping, but he was too scared and frozen up to actually be helpful. Weak. It's obvious that Idol can't do anything right.

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(cue music)
chorus: 2016.

chorus: blizzardclan.

Idol: Pardon me, are you Mettaton, sir?

Mettaton: That depends, who's asking?

Idol: O-Oh well, sure, sir!
I'm IdleIdol; I'm at your service, sir!
I have been looking for you.

Mettaton: I'm getting nervous.

Idol: SIR!
I heard your name at Windclan.
I was seeking an accelerated course of study
When I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours.
I may have scratched them; it's a blur, sir.
His name was Rudy?

Mettaton: You scratched my son.

Idol: Y-Yes....I wanted to do what you did!
Become a star and gain some LOVE!
They looked at me like I was crazy;
I'm not crazy.
So how'd you do it?
How'd you become a big star so fast?

Mettaton: It was my creator's final wish before she passed.

Idol:You're an orphan. Of course! I'm an orphan!
God! I wish there was a talent show,
then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargained for...

Mettaton: can I buy you a drink?

Idol: That would be nice.

Mettaton: While we're talking let me off you some free advice.
Talk less.

Idol: What?

Mettaton: Smile more.

Idol: Ha.

Mettaton: Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for.

Idol: You can't be serious.

Mettaton: You wanna get ahead?

Idol: yes.

Mettaton: Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.

*sudden entrance*

Papyrus: A yo yo yo yo yo! What Time is it?

Papyrus, Aya, and Jud: Showtime!

Mettaton: Like I said.

Papyrus: Showtime! Showtime! Yo! I'm Papyrus in the place to be! Two gallons of pasta, but I'm working on three! Ha! Those exiles don't want it with me! Cause I will POP chicka PLAOP these bad people 'till we're free!

Aya: Eh, oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Aya. The spy of the Mettaton's b_tches set! I came from afar just to say "sup f_ckers!" Tell your king to "f_ck off!" Who's the best? C'est moi.

Jud: Brrah! brrrah! I am JudicialVerdict, up in it, hatin' it. Yes, I heard your sins say "Come again?"

Aya and Papy: Ayyyyyy

Jud: Lock up your sinners and exiles. of course it's hard to punish sins under nihilism and all the other horsesh#t...

Aya: wow.

Papy: No more justice,
Pour me another brew, son! Let's raise a couple more to Mettaton, hun!
Well, if it ain't the Star of Windclan Town!

Jud: Mettaton!

Papyrus:Give us a verse, drop some talent!

Mettaton: Good luck with that;
you're taking a stand!
You spit, I'mma sit, we'll see where we land.

Pap, Jud, Aya: OOOOOOOOOOOOO

Papyrus: Metta, the conflict and sorrow's imminent;
what do you stall for?

Idol: If you stand for nothing, Mett,
What'll you fall for?

Aya,Pap, Jud: Ooo.

Papyrus: who are you?

Judicial: Who are you?

Aya: Who are you?

Aya,Pap,Jud: OOh, who's this kid?
What's he gonna do?

[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; color: #ffccff; font-size: 11px; width: 400px;]Assorted instruments were thrown around as Idol prepared to leave. He shouldn't be here, so he wouldn't be. The instruments were basically a free-for-all of all his worldly possessions. Guitars, small keyboards, some random bongos, a banjo, a miniature harp, a violin... or was it a viola? Idol forgot to check. Either way, Idol left the instruments there and left a little letter that was quickly ruined by the water from melting snow. What a shame. Well, the letter and Idol's leaving didn't matter. What did matter was that the instruments were fine...and free for others to snitchity snatchity.

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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 was here, and he spent no time thinking about why or how or even his reasoning for being here. He was tired, and he had no time for any nonsense like that. "Name, Idol. Business, Joining The Exiles." The male said loudly, his hologram- looking wings folding behind his back with a large whirring noise. Hurry up already, the feline's anger issues needed sleep and medication asap.