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Hmm.

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Danger! (@pkisms)

Well, this is just what Trevor needed after leaving that House; Rock Lizard...things, Boars, Walking Trees, some weird Bug Creatures, and Vulture looking things, all chasing him down ever since he started walking down that Mountain, or Plateau, or whatever. Something like that doesn't matter. Especially considering how long Trevor had been running for.

He had to go through some Caves with those things somehow following him, along with having to swim through some water after passing by a...a Pink Shell House...? With the Creatures being able to follow him by using one of the Walking Trees as a Bridge! Doused, Exhausted, Hungry, Thirsty, and practically bruised in a myriad of places; Trevor was about ready to give up and just let them take him. But he heard something.

It was something down the path he was currently running towards, a path leading into what looked like Forest. Trevor honestly didn't know why any of this was happening, all he knew was that it was. As he went further into the Forest, with the Creatures being the closest they'd ever been, he spotted the source of the Noise. Upon seeing the source, he yelled with all the strength he had.

"HEY, LEMONHEAD! I NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!!!"

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A New Beginning.

Alright, as you can tell, this Blog hasn’t exactly been...active for a while now. But that all changes now, since I have the means to do things again. Keep in mind some things previously a part of this Blog have been retconned. Not all, but, definitely a little bit. Anyways, I guess I should also put this out there to make this a "Two Birds For One Stone" effect; If you want go give this Blog some more attention, or awareness, reblog this. No need to do so, though. But, it would be appreciated. Anyways, expect a Starter to be posted here soonish.

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Bi-Yearly Reminder #1.

The (i) in the upper right corner is what you click to get all the info you need on this Blog.

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I don't even.

I'm still using a Tablet, but, I've noticed some Meme shenanigans happening. All I have to say about such things happening is that I'm proud.

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Happy 10th Anniversary, Mother 3.

I know not many may see this, but, Mother 3 is a truly special game. It's honestly a bit hard to explain with words, but...The Characters, The Music, The Dialogue, The Story...It's just...So special, ya know? It's one of those games that can just make you feel so much and just...The whole Series in general is honestly like this. But, Mother 3 is certainly the most emotional. I know I'm basically saying the same stuff hundreds of other people have already probably said, but, still. I mean everything I say with 100% honesty. So, yeah. Happy 10th Anniversary, Mother 3.

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“O-Oh, Blood? So, I-I need to make s-sure this doesn’t come o-outta me, huh?...Oh, I n-need somethin’ to cover it? I t-think there’s something m-meant for that i-in here...”

But before Trevor could look for such a thing, his attention was shifted to Ninten requesting that he give the Granola Bar to him to open it.

Trevor didn’t know what exactly a ‘Wrapper” was, but, if that was the thing preventing him from eating his Food, and Ninten knew how to get rid of said “Wrapper”, then Trevor had no reason not to give him the Granola Bar. As Trevor complied and handed over the Bar, without thanking him for assistance, no less. And then proceeded to get off the Dirt Ground.

As expected, his Legs looked to be slightly dirtier than before. But, for some reason, his Shorts were still as Snow White as ever. Same with his Shoes. Not even the slightest bit of Dirt could be seen on either of the articles of clothing.

Anyways, after getting up, Trevor decided to pick his BackPack up...And turn it upside down. As one would expect, literally everything fell out. A Red Toolbox, A Cracked Cricket Bat, A Knife that noticeably had Blood on it, everything.

Including what Trevor alluded to before he got distracted. That specific item conveniently being a Generic Box of Bandages. Trevor then picked up said Box.

“U-Umm, I think t-this is it? I only know that t-these are for whatever this L-Line is because of the t-things on the back.”

Said “things” on the back of the Box being Drawings of a Cut Wound having a Bandage being applied to it. The Box seemed to be busted open due to to all the other Contents it was bunched up with.

Bandages looked to be almost slipping out of the Box when Trevor had picked it up. Trevor certainly noticed how some Bandages seemed to be slipping out. And there was one in particular that looked like it could slip out at any moment. Trevor noticed this and took the Bandage. He then looked at the back of the Box and followed the visual instructions. Very Slowly.

Boy. (@nonoffensivepsi)

          “Familiar? I don’t think tha’ I’ve ever seen ya’ before today, but I’m not sure 100% of th’ time about who I know n’ who I don’t. Well, s’ nice ta’ know yer’ name Trevor!”

     Vaguely familiar? Well, vaguely might not be something to be entirely alarmed about, since you could mistake a name for another, but still, this might be something to look out for in the future, perhaps he would save it to the back of his mind.

     Trevor suddenly pulled out his backpack, one that had been mounted onto their back for a while now, searching thoroughly through it when the zipper opened the back, and they seemed to ignore the rest of the bags compartments quite quickly, possible discarding any ideas of something being contained in them. Determined to find something in the seemingly shortest amount of time possible, it looks like their hand found something quite nasty before encountering their objective. And something they was certainly painful.

     Although Trevor chose to ignore it for the time being, it wouldn’t be ignored soon, since once the bar was retracted from the bag, the hand holding it had a cut, created by something that was clearly inside the bag. They were clearly confused about it, as they had no idea what this “liquid” coming out of his hand was undeniably blood.

          “Oh, tha’s blood. Not a good thing ta’ be flowin’ outta’ yer’ body, ya’ gotta’ keep it inside. Ya need somethin’ ta’ cover it up, but I don’t have anythin’ fer’ it right now.”

     Its odd, since he usually carries around a box of bandaids with him wherever he goes, but not this time, he had just ran out of them a few days ago. He would just have to not get it into anything nasty for the time being.

     Even though the slice placed on his finger was of a quite considerable size, covering it with something should be enough for a while. That shouldn’t be of much concern though, Trevor needed some assistance opening up the granola bar that indirectly caused the wound. Well, chewing on a wrapped up granola bar wouldn’t be of much use, would it?

          “Oh, ya’ need ta’ remove the wrapper. Here, hand it ta’ me if ya’ want me to open it.”

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Memes.

How can our Eyes be real if our Memes aren’t real? How can Anime be real if our Memes aren’t real? How can Mother 3 be localized everywhere if our Memes aren’t real? The only way to make all these things real is to embrace the Memes and make them real. also what even i voted on those lizard things and my dashboard is all messed up please send help

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“Nin...ten?...T-That sounds v-very vaguely familiar...W-Well, anyways, since ya’ said y-your name, I guess i-i’ll say mine. S-Since I d-do remember mine. It’s...Umm...Ah! It’s Trevor. That’s m’ name. A-At least, i’m pretty s-sure it i-is...”

Figuring he should say his Name actually looking at The B-err...Ninten, Trevor turned his head so that he could face him as he stated his name. Still with a neutral straight lined expression on his face.

After stating his name, Trevor noticed a growl. But, it wasn’t coming from anywhere distant. It was actually coming from his Stomach. Realizing he was still Hungry, Trevor sat down, on the ground, and then took his BackPack off and put it in front of him.

It was a BackPack with multiple compartments, although, only the top, and biggest one, seemed to have anything in it. As noted by the fact that there was a noticeable rectangular bulge coming from the front of the BackPack. Trevor unzipped and opened the BackPack.

Trevor did look into it, but only for about half a second before he plunged his Right Hand into his BackPack. Somewhere in there, Trevor must have hurt himself, since a noticeably audible yelp of pain could be heard from Trevor.

Either way, he still rummaged through it, until he finally brought out something. It was a Rectangular Shaped Bar that had Green and Yellow wrapping with big text on the front simply saying “Granola Bar”.

It also had an unimportant brand name in the upper left corner. But, something was up with Trevor. He had a pained expression on his face again. And while he was currently looking at the Granola Bar, Trevor noticed something about his hand.

“N-Ngh...U-Uh...W-What exactly is t-this...Red Stuff c-comin’ out of m’ Hand? A-And, why is there a-a Line where the stuff i-is comin’ out f-from?”

Trevor said this as he looked at the topside of his Hand with a Pained, Confused, but not Worried expression. There was a very definite, clean, thumb-long slice located below the Pinkie.

Blood was very noticeably coming out of the wound. But, only at a some-what fast pace. Either way, Trevor decided to ignore that for now and tried eating the still wrapped Granola Bar. But, to no avail.

“U-Umm...How e-exactly do you eat this?”

Boy. (@nonoffensivepsi)

     ‘For the most part’ they claim. Although he’d beg to differ, could Ninten really argue, especially with how they were acting? Asking weird questions, giving information he supposedly knew nothing about. They even looked far more confused than before when he answered the question he was given, but it didn’t last long, as it was seemingly interrupted by yet another inquiry. Perhaps the most pointless sounding one of them all, as they followed it up with an answer to it, which led to another question, although this one not as ‘pointless’ sounding as the previous one.

          “Well, since ya’ asked, ya’ can call me Ninten. Cuz’ thas’ m’ name! Do ya’ have one of yer’ own, or do ya’ need to remember it?”

     Not necessary to ask, as he would get an answer shortly after, but they could get the hint that they have to take a second to remember and maybe start digging out some thoughts beforehand. Or anyways, that’s what Ninten thought it might do.

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“W-Well, for the most p-part, I d-don’t.”

Trevor noticed how The Boy’s head reeled backwards slightly after asking him that inquistitive question. Trevor didn’t understand why exactly The Boy decided to do that, but, it didn’t matter too much.

All this really did was just give Trevor a slightly Confused look on his face. Which was lost after The Boy kind of answered his question.

Trevor would have asked about how those People knew The Boy and what The Boy meant by that last bit, but, two words caused Trevor to focus on nothing but those. And those words were “Name” and “Names”.

“W-Wait...”Name”?...”Names”? I...I actually know w-what those are. T-They’re what you use to refer to s-somebody by, r-right? I-If that’s right, t-then...umm...can I...c-can I a-ask you what y-your Name is?”

Trevor (a REALLY long while ago) Learned What Stealing Was!...To An Extent.

Boy. (@nonoffensivepsi)

          “Really? It did sorta’ seem like ya’ knew what ya’ were talkin’ about. “

     He isn’t really aware of what is happening in their brain, but it sure is confusing from the looks of it. They couldn’t even finish the sentence that they were making before zoning out shortly after it. Odd.

     Ninten’s head slightly flinged itself backwards. Why would they want to know that? Even if he did mention most of the people, would he even still recognize or get a reaction out of hearing them? This just kept getting weirder for Ninten, but he decided to follow along either way.

          “Not sure if yer’ gonna get a reaction outta’ th’ names, but Paula, Ana, Poo ta’ name a few. They’re not all in this… place, but they’re some of em’.”

     He held himself back from explaining the “dimension travelling” thing to them, there was enough for their brain to process at the moment.

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Semi-Hiatus Over.

This announcement should have been made a good bit ago, but, either way, the reply got here. And now that [Semi-Hiatus] bit in the Info bit can be erased.

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Announcement.

I guess i’ll be going into temporary Semi-Hiatus mode until I get a reply to that thread. And don’t get mad at Non. He/She is probably busy right now and are wise to put themselves before me. But, there’s no need to worry too much. The moment I see that I got a reply, i’ll come out of Semi-Hiatus. Sorry if this seems rude or bothers you. I won’t blame you if you unfollow because of this.

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Munday Questions

(Cross out any that you are uncomfortable with answering!)

What is something you have always wanted to try? 

What was your favorite bed time story as a child?

Who do you admire as a leader?

What would you like to know more about?

When have you seen Karma at work in your life?

What was your first pet?

What is your favorite Disney Movie?

If you were to write a novel what would it be about? 

What was the first thing you ever won? 

What was a life lesson you did not appreciate until years afterward. 

What do you hate the sound of? 

What is something most people do not know about you? 

What makes you feel safe? 

When did you come close to death? 

What is the most dangerous thing you have done? 

What do you have that is of great value to you but of no value to anyone else? 

Do you believe in fate? Why? 

What nickname do you have? 

When was the last time you really laughed? 

What meal was your mothers best? 

Who is there in your life that you would take a bullet for? 

What is the closest you have been to a lighting strike? 

What is the largest crowd you have ever been in? 

If you are feeling sad, what food or meal would cheer you up? 

What do you think are the characteristics that make a good friend? 

What animal makes you smile? 

Did you ever think you were adopted? 

What song do you listen to when you are feeling sorry for your self? 

How old where you when you had your first kiss? 

How do you know when you are in love?

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nonoffensivepsi:

     Whoa. Someone who already knew what PSI was? Or, well, sort of. Even they seemed confused at that. Especially with the expression, and their pose. Well, something odd was certainly happening, no doubt in anyone’s mind.

          “Oh. Well, tha’ is wha’ it is, but how’dja know tha’? Yer’ sorta only people I’ve met tha’ know wha’ it is.”

     And, of course, soon after, one more color changed on the kid’s look. Bolding already established colors, his looks altered once more, and once again, left Ninten in confusion. It’s odd. They were both severely confused for one reason or another. Well, it’s not a time to dwell on it now. Right now, he’d have to stick with the topic of PSI. Don’t want to confuse them even more then before.

Trevor, still looking to the side with a confused expression, replied to The Boy’s question.

“I...I r-really don’ k-know why I-I know that...It just f-feels like I w-was...was...”

Trevor, for the life of himself, couldn’t find the word he needed to say so he could finish what he was saying.

Trevor wasn’t really bothered too much by this, though. Because his attention shifted to the latter half of what The Boy said.

“W-Wait, i’m one o-of the only p-people you’ve m-met that know w-wha’ PSI is? U-Umm...Who e-exactly are t-those people?”

Trevor’s Curiosity was the only reason he asked that question. If he was still like he was a while ago, he would have ignored that last bit entirely.

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     After a few slight retaliations of pain, hidden very well, although the frown constantly painted on their face was a certain indicator of it, he managed to feel the hand accepting his grip more and more, slowly but surely. It outright stopped when the PSI was casted on it.

      And, just as the hand had, the frown had eased down a bit, until the point where it outright disappeared. Of course, it wasn’t just due to his hand not moving a bit, but because of the PSI. This would also explain the look of confusion on the other. Due to the quite immediate healing that just occurred on the hand’s bones. Or, at least that’s what it seemed like he healed. Maybe it was something else, but assumptions were done, and that was the conclusion of said thoughts.

     Indeed, it seemed to have carried out it’s healing process successfully, and the hand was moving soon after, no signs of residual pain, or just making it pretend to be ok. I just seemed like Ninten had helped. And, with that, a few more colors were altered in their appearance, a quite odd occurrence, he would have to ask, but first, about the state of the hand…

          “Well, tha’s a relief! N’, whoa, whoa! S’ a lotta’ questions. Well, not sure if I can splain it sactly’ like ya’ might want it, but I’ll try” I call that PSI, it’s sorta like a magic of some sort. Yanno’, like powers tha’ aren’t normal? Well, tha’s sorta what it is. N’, how I got it… Well, it wus’ jus’ sorta… there. Dunno’ wha’ triggered it, but somethin’ musta’ done it.”

     Well then. It seemed they had a demanding tone to his voice, but, could he answer it exactly like they wanted? He actually barely knew this kid, and there was still a suspicious layer to their personality, as even with all new expressions, they felt considerably distant to Ninten. Like they wouldn’t open up. Or they couldn’t open up at all.

Powers? Magic? PSI? Well, Trevor certainly didn’t know what Powers or Magic were, but, for some odd reason...he knew what PSI was.

“PSI...PSI i-is Psychic Powers, r-right? N’-N’ Psychic Powers r-rely on y-your Mind t-to work, y-yeah? Wait...h-how do I k-know that? T-That all just felt s-so...N-Natural to s-say...B-But that doesn’ make a-any sense. I’ve n-never even heard o-of PSI until n-now. S-So how c-could I...?”

As Trevor said those last words, he moved his head to the side once again. He then used his now not broken hand, which was his right and dominant hand, to hold his head up in thought.

Trevor’s face had indeed lost the Frown, but, it was now replaced not with a face of Neutrality, but instead with a face of...of complete and utter...Confusion.

Trevor Learned How To Feel Confused!

And with that, Trevor’s Shirt and BackPack went from a White-ish Purple to a Pale Purple. Purple and Yellow...Certainly not the most Manly of Colors when they’re the only Colors you noticeably have. If Trevor had a sense of Pride and knew what Manliness was, he would probably try to find some duds that had more Colors than White, Purple, and Yellow.

But, that’s not important right now. Trevor was still thinking with this Confused look on his face. He really doesn’t know how he knew what PSI was.

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What?

Two people just decided to follow me. I’m surprised, honestly. This blog is one of those ones that could have one RP post posted every few weeks, or several per day. It really depends on a lot of factors. But, thank you for following anyways. I won’t blame you at all if you unfollow because thing’s get a bit too weird or my writing starts to degrade in quality. Not that it’s really all that good in the first place. But, yeah, Thanks once again. I’ll try to not disappoint you.

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     Oh, of course they immediately noticed him. Well, they didn’t actually seem to mind all too much, at least not minding enough to not give him their hand. Now with their hand in his grip, he tried not to squash it all too much to hurt them.

          “Kay’ then, lemme’ concentrate.”

     And as he often did, he closes his eyes to symbolize his concentration in the current situation. A while after, he speaks out the name of the PSI spell. He just hoped that one would work for broken hands, or just bones in general. He’d guess so, at least.

          “PK Healing Ω!”

     A soothing green tinted light was emitted from his hand, and onto the others quickly. It felt refreshing on his hand, and hopefully that would be able to fix their hand up. If not, he’d try another thing. Either way, he would be healed soon from this.

          “Aight’, how’d ya’ feel after tha’? Any different?”

     Ninten actually did hope for the hand to be fixed, as his purpose wasn’t to intentionally hurt, or break anything in their body. Just what happened to, well, happen. Swinging bats to take away your things from robbers might not be the best idea in the world, but it sure did seem to work. In more ways then one.

Trevor did give out the occasional few sounds of pain due to his hand being grabbed, but, he didn’t pull his hand back. He didn’t like this pain. He wanted it gone. And the pain was probably the reason as to why he had a frown on throughout this entire ordeal.

And as The Boy concentrated and finally began to do what he said he was going to do, Trevor looked at his broken hand, now being enveloped by that green light, and the face he had looked shocked, but, in reality, it was a face of intrigue and wonder. Thoughts like ‘How?’ ‘Where?’ and ‘What?’ flooded Trevor’s mind. He wanted to know more about this. And he also wanted to just...Learn.

Trevor Learned How To Feel Curious!

But before Trevor could do any of that, he noticed something. That constant pain was gone!

He then proceeded to move his previously broken hand around. Flick his Wrist, bend his Fingers, nothing hurt anymore. Maybe...Maybe he could trust this Boy. He said he would heal him, and he did. Yeah...Yeah! He could definitely trust him!

Trevor Learned How To Feel Trusting!

And with those two Emotions Learnt, Trevor’s shoes, which were oddly enough basically the exact same type of shoe that The Boy wears, gained a more noticeable amount of Color than his Shirt or BackPack did, which is probably because he learned two Emotions that could be categorized into the same group. The Color in question was a Pale Yellow. And the same happened with his Wristbands. Except, the Yellow Color didn’t cover the entirety of the Wristbands. Instead, it covered anywhere but the edges and the very middle.

After that, though, Trevor responded.

“Y-Yeah, I do feel d-different. I feel b-better. My hand doesn’ hurt a-anymore. But, I w-wanna know what xactly’ y-ya just did. And I wanna k-know how ya got it, and I-I wanna know a lot of t-things.”

If Trevor could, he would have had Enthusiasm in his voice. But, he didn’t know what that was or what it felt like, nor did he even know how to feel Happy yet.

Trevor Learned (a while ago actually) How To Frown.

Boy. (@nonoffensivepsi)