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"Haaa? Age has nothing to do with us being better than that little god of Dendro. How can an isolated god be more intelligent than us? The fact that it's even a question is absurd."

Yes, Bambino also thinks he's better than Nahida. Who's surprised?

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Bambino was working on a project of his when he sneezed. Was someone talking about him...? He seems confused now.

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((My friends are encouraging me to try making a third segment who is extremely, uh. Hmm. Let's just say he's such a worse guy. A Really Bad Guy. A no good man. Probably the worst, even.))

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@primowishes

“Funny how the segment that called me a freak was the one who died to that worthless doll. But it just proves that I’m better than those adult segments anyway, doesn’t it?”

Bambino, buddy… again, you’re next—

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(( @primowishes @diverse-hearts ))

((This feels relevant—))

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“Boop!”

He says the word so innocently, but the action is horrid—for he simply stabs at her with a sleeping dart, aiming for her neck.

“You look fun. Let’s play together for a while, okay?”

@anomieheld

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Maybe Bambino will just have to change that. He’s gotta practice his lines, after all—

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New toy? Let him grab his scalpels—

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"Oh? Are you, the Sixth, daring to command I, the Second, to do your bidding?"

Even though Bambino was a child, he was still a Dottore. That meant any demand from the puppet was obsolete--even more so considering he wasn't even the original.

Bambino gave a dangerous, cold stare right back at Scaramouche, not an ounce of fear flickering behind those red eyes.

"This doll was one of the prototypes created that the other segments of myself failed to revive," he clarified, gesturing to the doll in the chamber. "Since the prototype would be a waste to just decommission, I have decided to use it as a means to experiment with mortals and immortality. Before that, however, I have many tests to run, in order to analyze the true weaknesses of this prototype in particular. Once I find all of the weaknesses and iron them out, I can proceed with my actual goals."

Bambino crossed his arms, his eyes piercing.

"This has nothing to do with you, Scaramouche. Don't let your emotions cloud your better judgement. That doll is no where near as functional as the recreation my segments use to aid you, nor is it anything close to resembling you. There is no need to be upset over it."

"Now, please leave my laboratory. I have tests to run, and I don't need any more interruptions."

His mind recovered from the sedatives faster than his body could.

He felt the water level creep up his body, distant--it was something happening to someone far off, outside the darkness. Then, as it quickly plunged above his shoulders, his awareness clicked into the present with a flicker of fear.

No, no, he didn't need to breathe. It was fine, he couldn't die from this. He only needed to keep calm and it would end. That brat was looking for his reaction--

It covered his face, and flooded his nose and throat; he gagged against it, but couldn't even raise his face in a last desperate attempt for air. The water swallowed all logic whole. His fingers twitched, the sedatives just barely beginning to wear off and the panic very nearly bursting to the surface.

Help, no, no--he couldn't die, he couldn't breathe.

Cold. Someone...

Someone did come.

Through the veil of liquid and glass, he recognized himsel--no, the other. Not him, yet his own self was him at the same time.

He couldn't hear what he said through the fluid in his ears. His eyes weakly turned toward that brat--stupid, what was he doing here? He could walk anywhere, and was wasting time with some doll who couldn't even move.

His fingers curled; he could barely feel them in the water, but the tank wasn't yet full. If he could swim--

--but he could barely move, and the water placed further layer of response between his body and mind. His diaphragm heaved; all that filled his lungs, his stomach, kept him weighed down.

@diverse-hearts / @isegmenti

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A bit of a Dottore(s) silly based of rp dash chaos XD

i thank my friends for always providing with quality content :3c

yes, i got lazy with the background and details

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Send “ ✏“ plus a scenario you’ve always wanted to rp with our muses and I’ll tell you whether or not I’m interested!

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Please like/reblog this if you're willing to roleplay with villain characters without acting like the mun is a terrible person.

I writing evil or nearly evil characters more fun than writing good guys. I’m sick of feeling like people are going to judge me for my characters. I have a right to rp what I want and explain my characters actions, but not try to justify them. Because I know why a character acts a certain way doesn’t mean I think they are excused. The world isn’t black and white.

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The appearance of 'Scaramouche' in his laboratory was... unexpected, to say the least. Il Bambino was enjoying his work, humming softly to himself as he operated the machine that filled the tank with water. His precious creation, his special doll, the subject. He wanted to test his creations durability with water pressure along side any side effects that the doll might have when breathing in said water.

Except just when the water tank had been filled to about five meters, the experiment was rudely interrupted.

The clone his older segments took pride in--'Scaramouche', or 'Seiko', whatever he was called--rudely walked into his laboratory, making all the lights turn on to full power. The sudden brightness irritated Il Bambino for a moment, and he rubbed his eyes as they adjusted.

Though that discomfort only fed into the sheer amount of annoyance he felt as he glared at the intruder.

"... Excuse me."

The words were said with no politeness or kind intention. Instead they were arrogant and demanding attention--the attention of, specifically the clone he wasn't allowed to touch who just waltzed on into his laboratory.

Il Bambino's gaze was just as cold and arrogant, with only annoyance bleeding into those eyes that never glimmered with emotions. Well, not unless he was running one of his experiments, at the very least--and his current one had been ultimately interrupted... and knowing 'Scaramouche' and his explosive emotions, about to be fully ruined.

"You do not have permission to venture into my quarters, Scaramouche," Il Bambino spat. "What are you doing here? You're interrupting my experiment. Leave, at once."

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As usual, he found that he had very little to do. There was only so many times that you could wander around these hallways, before you begun to accept that you were simply useless. If he wasn't needed here, then why was he even being kept in this darn place? Let him go off and do some other work - instead of rotting away inside these darn walls that he hated so much. Sighing, he kicked lazily at a ball of crumpled up paper as he walked down yet another hallway, the flickering lights irritating his eyes slightly, though everything was irritating him lately. Ever since that fake had arrived, everything had just been feeling off, and it felt as though the answer as to why was there, just outside his reach, just floating beyond his grasp, that if he were to ever manage to grab hold, it'd make everything clearer - but that the truth was also something he feared...which was just stupid. What did he have to fear? He wasn't the one being torn into...Wasn't that the darn issue?

Heeh, what a foolish thought, the ball kicked with much more force, bouncing down the empty corridor, and into a room that had it's door slightly open, Seiko rolling his eyes as he watched it vanish into the darkness. Even paper was abandoning him now? Just the thought made him scoff, walking quickly over to the room, the intention being to just grab his 'ball' and be on his way - after all, why should anything of interest be inside such a place as cut off from the main area as this?

Least that had been his thought. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that he was currently greeted with. Slowly, as though he was walking through some type of thick haze, Seiko made his way deeper within the dimly lit room, the flickering lights once again irritating his eyes, but his focus was entirely on the figure that floated in some type of tank near the end of the room, a figure that looked a lot like himself...and yet he just knew this wasn't Wrenn, this wasn't the fake...

What did this even mean? He thought that Wrenn was the only copy...he'd been told that was the case...but if that was the truth, then how did he explain what he could see right now? There was no denying what was before him, his attention so fixated on this other double, that he didn't even take in if there was anyone else within the room or not, a hand rising to rest against the thick glass.

"...who the heck are you...what are you...what's going on...?".

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It seems like his subordinates made an error today.

While Il Dottore had been stations on the outskirts of Fontaine for general purposes, that didn't mean he was going to stop his work. On the contrary--there was some interesting news about Fontanians that he wanted to confirm for himself, and experiments he wanted to run on them. So with generalized instructions, he sent them out to collect members of Fontaine's society to his temporary base for further testing.

However, one of their subjects was that of the House of Harth--a colleague's orphanage for potential recruits.

Il Dottore was in a peculiar position now--to let this human go free, or to keep his knowledge that this was a member of the House a secret, in case the Knave got a bit too vengeful for his tastes.

He ultimately chose the latter.

So he slowly approached the human in containment, offering him a soft yet cold smile.

"Hello there."

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The boy knew that he strayed too far from the orphanage as he sensed something ot someone approaching, he flinched as he was suddenly hoisted up into a sack and being carried away.

He trembled within the confinement as his breathing was becoming quicker, where were these people taking him?! Why so far from his home?!

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Hey! A Different Kind of Promo!

Like/Reblog this post if you are interested in roleplaying with the monsters that are Dottore, featuring two main segments: The good old classic "Il Dottore," and an original interpretation segment that calls himself "Il Bambino"--a child segment with a... unique perspective.

(Follows back from @ryesrphubblog. Main multimuse blog is @starlitwishes)

Be sure to read the links on the pinned post for more information!

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A face of... toooootally pure innocence. Yup.

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Oops! Looks like Bambino broke his newest toy.

He doesn't seem at all upset though.

Now he's gotta clean up the mess he made.

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Squints.