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Otakon done. Much to post later. On Saturday I was a Little Brother of The Middle and had a blaaaaaast.

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...she probably doesn't get it. Not really. Not the specific parts or the rationalization about whys and such. That didn't matter as much, and Amber would let this pass. If only because the topic as a whole made her clearly uncomfortable. This kind of quandary would be a lot more enticing if it didn't have such a weight to it. Real people dying. Real places getting destroyed. And of course. Her real orphanage best friend slash sister slash whatever... being the one at the heart of it.

That at least was somewhere the two had an agreement.

...that is so much food is that why she's so fuckin STACKED? UGH. Amber fights back the sneer borne of thinly veiled jealousy. A shake of the head before taking some bites of her own food, letting Darla talk and come to her own rationalizations.

"Look, Darla... about the cores..." Amber debates being more honest about a certain aspect of their make. Something she had only slightly gleamed herself through the mess of plates and confidential documents she hadn't seen the entirety of. But. A look at her earnest expression and full-hearted conviction is enough to douse the flame. Shit. Fuck. Damnit.

It'd be like tearing her heart out, if she shared that suspicion.

"Gah. I can't stand them. Really. Buncha red tape and non-interchangeable parts with the worst ratios I've ever fuckin' seen. Makes my job a huge fuckin' pain in the ass but you know what? At least I get more done than the other crews." Amber sighs. Wolfing down a portion of her own meal. A certain gusto added to it to cover her prior apprehension.

"Yeah, Red is covering any attacks in our quadrant until BFB-002 is operational. Sooner I get done the sooner that crew doesn't have to get spread thin. Which. Y'know." A look is shot towards the pilot who's reckless behavior kinda put them in this scenario to begin with.

"Be more careful. Be more careful. BE MORE CAREFUL!" She feels the need to repeat herself. Multiple times. Maybe that way it would get through Darla's head.

"And also stop pulling me away for shit. Do the tests I ask you to do. There's a long as fuck list of checks we gotta go through before they'll let it out for even a test swing. So two things- careful, and listen. I know. I fuckin' get it. It's like oil and water with all your bullshit, but that's government funding bureacratic ... committee organized... fuck... shit ass. Stupid stuff."

Amber throws her hands up, then slaps them back down on the table.

"I fuckin' hate it all too. Makes me miss having my garage bay back where- But at least I've worked it enough to know that fighting it's just not worth the huge rod of pain that ends up going up your ass."

"Wait, you're serious. Fuck." Both the topic and her being off the record. Amber can't reconcile which of the notions is more concerning and- given there were two twists to tussle with, how much she needs to accommodate the moment. The strife is evident on her features, how to like- how does she even look at Darla right now? Especially after being helped up by the other. "You're really being serious right now ah shit. Shit."

It scared her. Kind of. The mechanic felt the thrum in her chest that was to be sure. With it came the first slide of having her mind changed and not wanting to babble the other girl into the corral she was kept in.

"You're wrong about one bit though." She decides to humor this. A little bit. "Well, kinda wrong. Technicality. See- Even if we call it BFB-2. It's still the same heart as BFB-1. The core module that makes it go- the one that I used to uh. Y'know. Shock you back. They were able to have it extracted and all that. Fixed up. Built back around. So on and yeah yeah. Wouldn't that mean BFB-1 didn't really die? It's just sporting some different tricks."

Which then... if Darla wasn't full of shit and whimsy- could have other implications. Could it mean that something about the chassis or design wasn't going to be as compatible? It was a proposal put forward by one of the top officials, and refined and put into working order by Amber. In theory there was an intention to make it more agile, and so they'd dropped off some parts and made it more tilt worthy. Less weapons, but putting that power into fewer armaments meant the net rooty shooty oughta be the same.

These thoughts simmer in her head as she too grabs a tray, blue eyes lazily perusing the cafeteria options. Well funded the operation may be. But some things still felt plain boring. Fancy sandwiches and healthy cups of fruit. She steals a glance at the end of the line where the paltry pudding cup could serve as a dessert (but it would be recorded) (someone here was paid to monitor all their nutrition after all) (Amber hated them) (maybe as much as she hated the crazy safety team).

"With everything you entertain up in that thick skull of yours I just. I dunno, it all still sounds kinda crazy. You're already springboarding off a feeling to think you'll find some perfect solution to this mess. Italy and half the Mediterranean are already wiped off the map from where the first impact hit. And now you're thinking some voice in your head is going to tell you why."

With the boring sandwich and a pudding cup on her plate (she'll take some dressing and sauce and spice it up once they sit) Amber turns back to Darla after they've cleared the line.

"You think learning that fucking matters at this point? People are dying and I dunno about you, but I sure would fucking rather have it stop before we or our country gets taken out." Anxiety grips her even if it's just a moment. Just a twenty-something caught up in global catastrophes. Not what she thought she'd get into when she built her garage-tier robotic prototype and showed off online. She frowns, bites her lip.

"Tell me this, at least. About these. Voices and shit." Amber continues, her tone more subdued. "It's not telling you to stop or resisting you when you work, is it?"

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And so they drop.

"Ah!" Comes the man's yelp. "I give up! I'm sorry, I thought you... n-never mind."

And the chase is over. With the clerk 'safely' cornered (the largely sedentary worker is far from having the agility to scale any walls at this dead end) Wylan is more than content to share a few words with the woman- speaking openly about the operation would be a great start to prying out specifics from this poor sap, after all.

"Hmmm. Well, y'see, cutie- You're thinking too practical for this operation, not that it's unheard of to have that aim- prized parts for prized potions, right?" The informant is quick to follow the train of thought. He smiles approvingly at Din, before turning his attention to the mark. "But they're not fun to just look at, or tell stories about to other rich types. How does a lizalfos or octorok compare to the spawn of Jabu-Jabu itself?"

The clerk doesn't deflate, but there's a surrender in their expression.

"So... it really has started leaking out, has it? Somehow. Tch, this ship really will sink if my master keeps running his damn mouth." And it doesn't take genius level insight to tell that the clerk wanted to make the best of their chances and not go down with the rest of the crew. They shrug, their expression affecting with some smugness as arms are crossed.

The deal, then. Wylan is well aware of the arrangement, and what going against it could spell for him and his reputation. His client- the one actually employing the dashing rogue in this instance, was a third party. They wanted to avoid blood, but wanted this other operation to be 'dismantled'. Whether out of jealousy or a good samaritan was another question entirely.

"Alright, Meiros. I got your payment here. I'm good on my word." Wylan relents, a satchel of not rupees, but something else apparently valuable- the rustle of papers and stones- landing at the clerk's feet. "Letter of introduction. And the opal earrings. Though they weren't actually with your ex-wife." The smaller man takes a moment to eye it- bright blues flitting down and back, before leaning forward to snatch it up. Though attention was now put on Din after checking the contents.

"You said you'd be alone, so... who's the woman? How is she involved?" Spoken with curiosity more than suspicion. Obviously, he'd never seen her before in his life.

Wylan lifts a brow, running a hand to his chin and looking over at the attractive lady who continued to tag along. She was quite the loose end, all things considered.

"She's... well, would you like to introduce yourself?"

From the rooftops, it was less a chase now and more of a stalking exercise. Which served Wylan even more well. Not that an evening sprint wasn't a bad way to get the day's exertion in- but given the circumstances it was better to put the fear into this guy. Re-establish the roles in the equation.

You don't walk away from an information broker and hunter and get away that easy. There'd be consequences.

This lady proves herself... a conundrum though. The one that had just popped up next to him. Wylan had expected her to ditch, to be annoyed. Was she really that caught up with him? Did she want some attention? Or was she that much a true concern he hadn't considered.

"Oh? Ha. That curious, are ya?" The face betrays only a touch of surprise, the grin catching up just as quick as he had caught up to the clerk, who had stopped to look around and make sure they had 'escaped'.

"So. This guy trying unsuccessfully to catch his breath- said he was willing to sell out his employer for a few rupees and connections. They work for a fella smuggling in beasts for personal enjoyment. Or. So my client says." Wylan tips his hand with an incredulous expression. Rich people, right? "I get proof out of him. I collect on the rest of my fee. I learn some more about this town in one fell swoop. Even without the money there's something to be gathered here."

He takes another look over the side from his hidden position, already gathering where he could best jump down and finish this chase off. Just when the clerk thought they were home free.

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DOES ANYONE KNOW WHO THIS IS

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"Wanna know a bad idea? Going grocery shopping while you're hungry."

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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✘ = hugging them.

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✿ = buying them flowers.

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✎ = speaking in a different language.

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like those senshi self care apparition comics but it's

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"You called that fishie a lamp squid didn'cha? Mmmm nope. I can't say I've ever heard about anyfin like that- but sure sounds illuminatin'!"

hmph. some fisherman . . .

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munday questions :: open

@more-than-a-princess sent: 😏✒️

😏 - What's something you want people to know about you?

Nothing!! It is of paramount importance that everything about me remain discrete, mysterious, nebulous, and perilous. Which is totally why I shared the meme.

But it also feels non-answer to say "I'm not scary so don't be afraid of talking to me"

So I'll skip the public service announcement angle of answering to say that... I really love trying new food and that's made for the best change in my adult life haha. It's something I never would've expected of myself! When I was young and up until I got married when I was like 25 or something I remained as one of those... I'll have a burger with just ketchup or I'll have a steak type folks.

You know them. That was me.

And now I'm eating all sorts of different curry. Sushi. Spicy food. Sour food. Loaded up tacos. Putting everything on a burger and not caring. It's wild. My parents still can't believe it.

I still can't stand yellow mustard though. What the fuck. Nasty.

✒️ - What sort of hobbies do you have outside of writing?

I just finished up another model kit after some delay. I set up a whole table for working with kits and other crafts which doubles as my telework desk but that's not important. I've got two more on there as my todo- we'll see if I get anything at Otakon like I did last year~

I also play TTRPG- both as a player and a DM. Would like to do more of that, but any more and it'll really start eating my time trying to keep up with everything else.

Would like to say I like baking, but that's also pretty erratic. And I don't do a ton outside of simple loaves in a dutch oven or cookies ha. The last thing I did was make some steamed bao buns for char siu pork my wife whipped up. And that was delicious~

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munday questions :: open

@mirroredge sent: 😎 - Why did you choose your mun name? Does it mean something to you?

I'm trying to remember the specifics of that myself, because the long journey of my online handle is quite the doozy overall. But there's been a definite jump from what I used to go by and going by bear. Because bear has just been stuck since some point in the 2010s.

BowserBoy -> BB -> Beef -> Mackalack -> Bear

That was the kind of path it followed. And I further built out Bear with a twist on a stupid inside joke I had during college- a fictional candy bar for civil engineers: the sigma naught prime bar, which written in mathematical notation looks something like this:

And could be read as "An average state of derived stress in its initial case."

Which means nothing all combined, to be frank. I slapped some of that together while changing 'bar' to 'bear' later.

And now here we are.

But as for being called bear. I think it just started with my wife's pet name for me (in part, she calls me snugglebear) and it sticking when I set the handle on my first tumblr rp blog back in 2014 or 2015. Helps I'm a 6'2" guy who used to be 300+ pounds. So it carried weight HAHA.

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munday questions :: open

@cloudpools sent: 🦕 - What's your favorite dinosaur? ((Me trying to send a question I don’t already know the answer to 😂

Uhhhhh.

You know?

I was never really a dinosaur kid growing up... like I had dinosaur toys to be sure. A few from Jurassic Park and such. But like. I can't really say there was a point where young bear was all "X dinosaur is so cool and strong I bet it'd beat YOUR dinosaur" or what have you.

I grew up with a younger brother this is a frequent line of thinking that also influenced interactions with peers.

My wife's favorite is the ankylosaurus. I was probably drawn to raptors and the like... idk what it also says about me that fishing for a possible bias is tuning my brain back to the days of obsessively watching Beast Wars. I always got predacons so there were definitely dinosaur toys. But even then I preferred Rampage, Inferno, and (Dragon) Megatron. HA.

I have no answer.

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Thinking about that last rb and earlier- If I did add Watarase to the roster it would be like adding one of the fisherman's of all time to the group. He is THE fishing guy in GoA after all.

Goes so far as to want to be a fish.

Deserves some kind of respect.

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Fishing...

Fishing!!!

Fishing...

Fishing...

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I need more art of Dogi . . .

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Daily drawing practice day 1220 (8/1/25)

I will never get bored of drawing samus

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Feels good to have been this productive. 😌 I've got Otakon this upcoming weekend so it'll be quiet until my return from there.

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Munday Questions

😎 - Why did you choose your mun name? Does it mean something to you?

⭐ - What line of work are you in? Do you enjoy it?

✏️ - Why did you choose to write your muse(s)?

😍 - Do you have a specific character type that you usually find applies to your favorites?

🕜 - How long have you been Rping for? Did you start on Tumblr?

🌟 - What was the first fandom you remember Rping for?

🎨 - Are you an artist? If so, would you be comfortable sharing some of your work?

🐱 - Do you have any pets?

🐶 - What's your favorite animal?

✒️ - What sort of hobbies do you have outside of writing?

🔥 - Is there anything you would like to promote?

😏 - What's something you want people to know about you?

❤️ - What is your favorite character you've written?

🦕 - What's your favorite dinosaur?

🍿 - What's your favorite movie?

📺 - What's your favorite TV show?

🎮 - What's your favorite video game?

😔 - Have you had any bad experiences while Rping?

💖 - Do you have any blogs you really enjoy writing with?

💡 - Are there any plots/ideas you really want to write?