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[bamineko]

I see. ... R-555. Might pay his family a visit. Give them a free cake, even. And a few holes in their heads. Why not.

The Citadel Militia already does this very well*. And I have a lot of free time. I mean. What's stoppin' me?

I'm just a crazy woman, I don't really have control of my actions.

Do I.

*Ria's short laugh echoes, with harsh and mocking contempt, filled with barely hidden, cold murderous intent.

"Accidents happen".

*Ominous Click.*

I'm gonna show you accidents.

Ria Sanchez/

OC CIDATEL FILES (#1 Ria)

Archive written by: Rick R-555.

Continuing Criminal record(+ non-rick and Morty Ria)

[bamineko]

There's another Portal Rick who just joined the scene! Rick-l113!

A-ah, I don't ... Really pay attention to the numbers cuz I don't have really... a portal gun. ... And if you didn't sound that polite I'd say you're being purposely* a prick. ... I mean, I don't remember even mine. And I've heard enough jokes about it.

But I *think I know that one... Is that the priest? The one with the church and everythin'? Or is that the Disney... Sea monster dude? That's- that's one good guy, too, yeah... Good guy he... I think I did melt a crucifix the priest gave me the day I accidentally* went his place without warning and completely against my will*. Yeeeeaaah. Because, y'know... I can't controool* where I'm suddenly teleported to because of my chronical... Portal Fluid poisoning. YEAHHHH. That's... Always impoortant... To mention. Walls have eears... And eyes... A couple of Lazer swords and a... White uniform. We gotta have our eyes wiiide open. Us. Y'know. Us.

... At least the sea monster Rick knew how to throw a good party.

... Wanna a bottle? I've got enough from the last dimension BEFORE I LEFT *ACCIDENTALLY*, sadly BEFORE I COULD HAVE THE CHANCE TO PAY FOR THEM. It was AN ACCIDENT. You get me. I guess I don't NEED TO MAKE IT MORE CLEAR.

/IF Rick [mentions @priest-richard-sanchez and Rick L-113 who belongs to @bowhoohoo sorry both of u for the silly mention<3]

[bamineko]

TELL HIM TO PAY H-7 A VIS-S-S-SIT ANY-DDAY. WE'D LOVE TO TEAR BOTH OF YOU AP-P-P------We are open to Thursday to Friday! Starting the day at 8 am, our lovely staff would welcome you with one delicious breakf---F-F-F-F-F#CKIN STUPID ADSSS.

IT'S NOT H-007, ITS H-7, LOSERS. H. 7. NO ZEROS. YOU can stay WITH YOUR ZEROS. I don't need zeros. NONE OF US NEED ZEROS. NO F#CKIN F#CKERY MOTHERF#CKER SS-S-SSSUCKER SS-SS-SHHHHHITTY ZEROS!!!

*pant pant*...

GO SUCK DICK.

/Rick H-7...?

[bamineko]

OH, YOU THINK SO? I BELIEVE I CAN PERFECTLY C-C-C-CCOUNT HOW MANY PIECES I COULD BREAK YOUR FRAGILE CODE INTO. YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE ONE OF THE MOST COMPLEX EXAMPLES, HONESTL-Y.

IT'S NOT H-007, ITS H-7, LOSERS. H. 7. NO ZEROS. YOU can stay WITH YOUR ZEROS. I don't need zeros. NONE OF US NEED ZEROS. NO F#CKIN F#CKERY MOTHERF#CKER SS-S-SSSUCKER SS-SS-SHHHHHITTY ZEROS!!!

*pant pant*...

GO SUCK DICK.

/Rick H-7...?

[bamineko]

SP-P-P-PEAK FOR YOUR OWN CODE ONLY. WE DO NOT USE ANYTHING IF NOT H'S AND 7-7-7-7-7'S. EVERY OTHER TYPE OF INFERIOR-NATURE PR-R-ROGRAM STYLE IS COMPLETELY USELESS INSIDE H-H-H-H-7 AND IT'S EXTENSIONS. I MADE SUURE OF THAT. IF ANYBODY IS PLAYING AROUND H-7, IT'S GONNA BE BY IT'S R-R-R-RULES. MYYY RULES.

IT'S NOT H-007, ITS H-7, LOSERS. H. 7. NO ZEROS. YOU can stay WITH YOUR ZEROS. I don't need zeros. NONE OF US NEED ZEROS. NO F#CKIN F#CKERY MOTHERF#CKER SS-S-SSSUCKER SS-SS-SHHHHHITTY ZEROS!!!

*pant pant*...

GO SUCK DICK.

/Rick H-7...?

[bamineko]

I AM SO TIRED OF THIS... Stupid hell...

And your face. Your face is shitty. Know that every time you're about to say otherwise.

You suck. Always. Forever. And I can NOT with you.

[DAY 7] (obviously) RICK H-7

Rick H-7 is completely done with your bullshit. (This choice will affect your journey later.)

[bamineko]

@notevilrick @plague-rick @coffeerick @real-miami-morty @v0lt4m4tr0n

a fun rick and morty tag for all you ricks, and mortys' out there! : the vortex tag

hi there! i notice there are A LOT of OC ricks, and mortys' here on tumblr so...this is a fun tag! in the GIF section type in "vortext", and post a gif that looks the most like your portal gun vortex! then reblog, and tag 5 other ricks, and mortys'! and let's see that trippy vortex of yours! to start i will tag: @drhotpenis, @scoliosisrick, @angelmorty0, @eiesopodmortey, and @rubberricky

[bamineko]

DIE.

KNOW, THAT YOU'RE NEVER GETTING RID OF ME.

NEVER.

Ugh.

[bamineko]

What happened to protal fluid anomaly Rick? Looks like he has protal fluid in his body??

"Yeah. It's the eye, isn't it? It's always the eye... *Sigh*."

"The day I was about to discover portal travel, another portal opened in front of me. And I did just what the smartest man in the universe would do."

"I tried to touch it."

"Oh, it hurt. It hurt like HELL. You know what they say about "splitting head aches"? I knew exactly what they meant in that day. As you probably could guess, that portal was unstable and completely f#cked up. Like, so unstable and so f#cked up that instead of killing me, it contaminated me."

"Now I have a condition called Chronic Portal-fluid poisoning. That means there's Portal-fluid in my blood flow, sometimes more, sometimes less. Then you ask me: how are you alive? I make NO DAMN idea. Of course sometimes I melt. Sometimes I am randomly teleported completely against my will, sure, to a completely random dimension. But I'm kinda fine and kicking. Alive, but not *healthy*."

"I mean, "alive", between quotes. Because the Cidatel doesn't let me LIVE since they caught me. Sure. Portal-fluid is dangerous. Sure, I may be irresponsible, and sure, I AM unstable. I'm not denying that. But not an animal and everybody here knows that. *Ugh...* well... That's how things are, aren't they... I can't complain either or they'll scold me like I'm a damn kid. You can see that the Ricks in the citadel are all for free speech." *Rolls eyes.*

[bamineko]

KEEP DOING THAT.

KEEP PRETENDING AS LONG AS YOU CAN. YOU KNOW I AM NEVER LEAVING YOUR MIND AS LONG AS YOU F#CKIN-

LIVE.

Ugh.

[bamineko]

THE F#CK YOU MEAN "UGH"?!

YOU THINK YOU GET TO JUST IGNORE ME LIKE THAT?! PLAYING F#CKIN DUMB?! I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, STUPID-

MOTHERF#CKER!!

Ugh.

[bamineko]

[ooc] I'm sorry, the person who runs this blog is completely stupid and forgot to put the ask buttom lol👍🏻 :D

[bamineko]

IT'S NOT H-007, ITS H-7, LOSERS. H. 7. NO ZEROS. YOU can stay WITH YOUR ZEROS. I don't need zeros. NONE OF US NEED ZEROS. NO F#CKIN F#CKERY MOTHERF#CKER SS-S-SSSUCKER SS-SS-SHHHHHITTY ZEROS!!!

*pant pant*...

GO SUCK DICK.

/Rick H-7...?

[bamineko]

*Ria shrugs. She slides a few tabs in the screen. She didn't looked at him when casually pulled a huge "sewing" needle and fastly stabbed his arm. Taking it out with blood.*

[INTO the Clone Bakery.]

You know this place isn't legal. You know this wasn't a good idea. But you know what you came here for - Above everything.

[LETS MAKE A MORTY, THEN.]

(o.o.c explaination.)

Clone Bakery - A very well hidden establishment, which can be located in one of the dimensions starting with H, according investigation. The owner is Ria Kara Sanchez, who has worked in some of the citadel's laboratories: the independent ones, those related to the Council of Ricks, and of course, the ilegal ones. At least, before leaving the Cidatel, avoiding arrest.

Therefore, she is responsible for committing crimes of sub-human nature against cloned individuals. She was even accused of inducing clones into homicide, theft, trespassing and more.

Ria, then, is a criminal declared by the council, and she, or any of the clones made by her, are not allowed to live in the Cidatel, without possible arrest, possible confiscation, and possible questioning.

[bamineko]

*She stares at the bag for a very brief moment, eyes narrowed, her holographic aim getting extremely smaller, just before rolling her eyes, pulling it aside and placing herself beside him, passing through the counter.* "Average age?" *She asks just to confirm, with great disinterest. Pulling up her floating holographic screen, with the settings for the basic clone structure.*

[INTO the Clone Bakery.]

You know this place isn't legal. You know this wasn't a good idea. But you know what you came here for - Above everything.

[LETS MAKE A MORTY, THEN.]

(o.o.c explaination.)

Clone Bakery - A very well hidden establishment, which can be located in one of the dimensions starting with H, according investigation. The owner is Ria Kara Sanchez, who has worked in some of the citadel's laboratories: the independent ones, those related to the Council of Ricks, and of course, the ilegal ones. At least, before leaving the Cidatel, avoiding arrest.

Therefore, she is responsible for committing crimes of sub-human nature against cloned individuals. She was even accused of inducing clones into homicide, theft, trespassing and more.

Ria, then, is a criminal declared by the council, and she, or any of the clones made by her, are not allowed to live in the Cidatel, without possible arrest, possible confiscation, and possible questioning.

[bamineko]

*Ria could feel her eye twitch, just by hearing his voice.* "Yes. I can make you one." *She places a hand in the counter, leaning towards Coffee Rick.* "You brought money?" *She goes straight to the subject, raising a brown, still with that serious, annoyed deadpan expression.*

[INTO the Clone Bakery.]

You know this place isn't legal. You know this wasn't a good idea. But you know what you came here for - Above everything.

[LETS MAKE A MORTY, THEN.]

(o.o.c explaination.)

Clone Bakery - A very well hidden establishment, which can be located in one of the dimensions starting with H, according investigation. The owner is Ria Kara Sanchez, who has worked in some of the citadel's laboratories: the independent ones, those related to the Council of Ricks, and of course, the ilegal ones. At least, before leaving the Cidatel, avoiding arrest.

Therefore, she is responsible for committing crimes of sub-human nature against cloned individuals. She was even accused of inducing clones into homicide, theft, trespassing and more.

Ria, then, is a criminal declared by the council, and she, or any of the clones made by her, are not allowed to live in the Cidatel, without possible arrest, possible confiscation, and possible questioning.

[bamineko]

YOU better wash your mouth very well before speaking of H-7... STUPID Cidatel TRASH.

/[Rick... H-7?]

[H-777777777777777...] A Properly Explaination. [1/?]

(Inside universe text.)

H-7 was the stage of an Interdimensional catastrophe that occurred around, based on C-137's time count and age, 42 years ago.

According to some investigations carried out later by the Cidatel of Ricks, the "amalgam" dimension, unstable in nature; also known as H-7777777777777777777... And a lot of other 7s, therefore "after" the 7s, there's a lot of other numbers, and accordingly, a lot of symbols between all of this f#ckin mess of f*ckin numbers of f#ckin dimensions; is a set of dimensions merged artificially and forcedly, so is currently considered uninhabitable.

During what would have been about 15 years, still on Rick C-137-based time measurements, the "amalgam" dimension was indeed artificially isolated from dimension travel coming from the whole Central Finite Curve, by an extremely high-tech shield made with a technology described by engineers and researchers of the time as "obsolete, yet, f#ckin f#cked up". A shield that prevented the original residents from leaving their dimensions, despite witnessing apocalyptic and sub-human conditions. The number of lives lost is immeasurable. (This isolation was later officially declared a very serious violation of the interdimensional code of conduct proposed for the Ricks inside and outside the citadel, even before the Council of Ricks. Since, H-7 has become an environment accumulated by elements that are fatal and extremely dangerous, even for Rick's. ALSO because of the life forms that evolved to adapt into the unstable biomes and territories that are predominant in H-7 (we'll talk about it later). Therefore, because of that isolation, these people became incapable to scape these conditions and save their lives. Speaking of which... Honestly, nobody cares. You care? Exactly. That's what I thought.)

The territory assimilated by the "amalgam" dimension is measured in infinite parsecs/infinite kilometers. Just as the subject-dimension appears to have assimilated only other specific dimensions. (OOC: continues in Part 2/? And 3/?.)