I wound up devoting the entire day to drawing, but gosh dangit I'm setting aside time now to write a post up. Just a small correction though, @VitaVitaAR it's Philip talking to Saber not Shotaro.
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Ow. Pain. Ow more pain. Blake’s pain train let up long enough for him to register that someone was giving him a hand up. Oh! It was, uh… Well, that one snooty guy, he thinks. Alden? Yes, Alden, it’s been long enough into the semester that he’s been capable of remembering names. Blake reached up and helped himself back onto his feet, still nursing his bruised forehead. ”I’ll be fine, thanks.”
Now that he was done seeing stars he took a look proper around the ship. The… The featureless… Smaller on the inside… Ship.
This was incredibly underwhelming to him.
He scratched his head, puzzled by where exactly every other part of the ship was. It was way too big to just be this single room- which, Carter just as quickly explained away. Well, in a far more convoluted way than he would’ve have put it.
What happened next got him swept away in all the panic. And as everything finally came down…
Blake woke up in bed with a pair of heavy eyes and a pounding headache. He rubbed his temples to nurse his headache and thought to himself, ”This is must be a bad sleep-in headache…” With a groan, he turned his gaze over to his wall clock.
…It was too dark to read. The morning sun was just barely starting to creep in through the blinds, so he figured he was just off to a bad day. ”Maybe I should just sleep this off…” He laid his head back down and shut his eyes, but the drumming in his head just wouldn’t let him get any relief from it. ”Ibuprofen… Then back to bed…” With another groan, he untangled himself from his sheets and rolled out of bed.
He turned his head up at his wall clock again, noting that it seemed to be brighter. Or rather, the room itself seemed to be brighter. Huh. Had the sun rose that quick already? It looked to be… 5:48. He usually couldn’t tell the time very well with the blinds shut until 6.
”Oh whatever, he rolled his eyes, ”Dooooon't care right now.” He got up to his feet and stumbled his way through the quiet hall and into the bathroom first. He braced himself for the inevitable flash of light in his groggy eyes, but when he flicked the switch on the lights were… Oddly slow to turn on? Blake could only blearily blink at the puzzling development. He was grateful his eyes could get adjusted smoothly, but he was pretty sure his dad just replaced the light bulbs. He scratched his side and just shook his head. ”I’ll tell him later…”
After taking care of his morning business, he made his way through to the kitchen and into the medicine cabinet. The same light quirk happened after he flicked the lights on, leaving him even more puzzled. Were they experiencing some sort of power issues? ”God I hope not,” He thought out loud. After popping two pills of Ibuprofen and a whole glass of water, Blake opted to just crash down on the long couch in the living room while the medicine worked its wonders. He’d continue with his typical morning once he felt better.
”…Hey, speaking of… It’s almost 6. Mom or dad are usually up by now aren’t they? Maybe they’re just sleeping in…” Blake wasn’t sure why his parents would feel like sleeping in, though- they were rather punctual people after all! They usually didn’t sleep in unless they got sick or it was the weekend. And they looked just fine last night, so… ”Is it the weekend???”
Blake popped his eyes open again, reached for the remote, and turned the TV on. After that, he switched the cable guide menu on and— ”Huh???” He scrunched his face up at the date confusingly. "When’d it get to Saturday??? What’d I even do yesterday?!” Flummoxed, he tried to recall the events of the last couple days.
”Okay let’s see… Wednesday. Class as normal."
Pause.
…No, got a detention. Stupid sub gave me one. Picked up trash in the park and then…” Blake’s eyes widened as it all came back to his throbbing head.
”The UFO!” Blake beat his first into his hand. ”Something happened on it and— No way… He sat up and looked at his hands curiously. ”Okay… The ship definitely happened. Very sure that happened. I mean…” His hand moved up to his forehead, wincing at the lingering pain. ”Yeah how else was I gonna get this?! So… Something happened. The thing that came at the end did something, but what’d it do???
Ah. His head started to throb again. Alright that was too much brain work to figure that out right now it seemed. But like hell he was going back to sleep now, he was getting answers! …Alright, it’s still too early for any kind of answers, but he was at least going to try flipping to the early morning news. ”It’s already been two days, but maybe they’ll have something on it??? Hopefully??? I don’t wanna hop on the computer with this headache…
Now that he was done seeing stars he took a look proper around the ship. The… The featureless… Smaller on the inside… Ship.
This was incredibly underwhelming to him.
He scratched his head, puzzled by where exactly every other part of the ship was. It was way too big to just be this single room- which, Carter just as quickly explained away. Well, in a far more convoluted way than he would’ve have put it.
What happened next got him swept away in all the panic. And as everything finally came down…
Blake woke up in bed with a pair of heavy eyes and a pounding headache. He rubbed his temples to nurse his headache and thought to himself, ”This is must be a bad sleep-in headache…” With a groan, he turned his gaze over to his wall clock.
…It was too dark to read. The morning sun was just barely starting to creep in through the blinds, so he figured he was just off to a bad day. ”Maybe I should just sleep this off…” He laid his head back down and shut his eyes, but the drumming in his head just wouldn’t let him get any relief from it. ”Ibuprofen… Then back to bed…” With another groan, he untangled himself from his sheets and rolled out of bed.
He turned his head up at his wall clock again, noting that it seemed to be brighter. Or rather, the room itself seemed to be brighter. Huh. Had the sun rose that quick already? It looked to be… 5:48. He usually couldn’t tell the time very well with the blinds shut until 6.
”Oh whatever, he rolled his eyes, ”Dooooon't care right now.” He got up to his feet and stumbled his way through the quiet hall and into the bathroom first. He braced himself for the inevitable flash of light in his groggy eyes, but when he flicked the switch on the lights were… Oddly slow to turn on? Blake could only blearily blink at the puzzling development. He was grateful his eyes could get adjusted smoothly, but he was pretty sure his dad just replaced the light bulbs. He scratched his side and just shook his head. ”I’ll tell him later…”
After taking care of his morning business, he made his way through to the kitchen and into the medicine cabinet. The same light quirk happened after he flicked the lights on, leaving him even more puzzled. Were they experiencing some sort of power issues? ”God I hope not,” He thought out loud. After popping two pills of Ibuprofen and a whole glass of water, Blake opted to just crash down on the long couch in the living room while the medicine worked its wonders. He’d continue with his typical morning once he felt better.
”…Hey, speaking of… It’s almost 6. Mom or dad are usually up by now aren’t they? Maybe they’re just sleeping in…” Blake wasn’t sure why his parents would feel like sleeping in, though- they were rather punctual people after all! They usually didn’t sleep in unless they got sick or it was the weekend. And they looked just fine last night, so… ”Is it the weekend???”
Blake popped his eyes open again, reached for the remote, and turned the TV on. After that, he switched the cable guide menu on and— ”Huh???” He scrunched his face up at the date confusingly. "When’d it get to Saturday??? What’d I even do yesterday?!” Flummoxed, he tried to recall the events of the last couple days.
”Okay let’s see… Wednesday. Class as normal."
Pause.
…No, got a detention. Stupid sub gave me one. Picked up trash in the park and then…” Blake’s eyes widened as it all came back to his throbbing head.
”The UFO!” Blake beat his first into his hand. ”Something happened on it and— No way… He sat up and looked at his hands curiously. ”Okay… The ship definitely happened. Very sure that happened. I mean…” His hand moved up to his forehead, wincing at the lingering pain. ”Yeah how else was I gonna get this?! So… Something happened. The thing that came at the end did something, but what’d it do???
Ah. His head started to throb again. Alright that was too much brain work to figure that out right now it seemed. But like hell he was going back to sleep now, he was getting answers! …Alright, it’s still too early for any kind of answers, but he was at least going to try flipping to the early morning news. ”It’s already been two days, but maybe they’ll have something on it??? Hopefully??? I don’t wanna hop on the computer with this headache…
I'm a college student, but sometimes I draw for a living.
I'm goin' for an Associates in Graphic Design, but everything after that is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I'm goin' for an Associates in Graphic Design, but everything after that is just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Hellsalem’s Lot - Shotaro and Philip
”The usual, Philip?” Shotaro asked his partner. The young man seemed to be pondering the menu for a bit, considering some kind of changeup to the norm before merely shaking his head.
”Just the usual.” Philip stated and moved from Shotaro’s side to let him order for him. Rather than stand aside with Satori, however, he went to Saber’s side to eye the confections along with her. He wasn’t actually interested in eating anything right now, but he felt the need to point out Saber’s appearance before they went any further. ”Not to interrupt your decision, but is your armor necessary for our mission right now?” he asked, ”I don’t know if if you can change out of it without issue, but it helps us stick out like a sore thumb.”
On Shotaro’s side he just gave his order as ”Two large coffees. One black, one with cream. Half and half.” He paused for a moment and then asked, ”Do you need me to pay up front? I’m paying for a group.
Sorry for not posting yet, but I'll post for Double on Friday by the latest. I was hoping to see if I could squeeze something out by now, but I've got a couple assignments and cramming I've gotta do for a final tomorrow.
Same.
Despite the initial burst he had placing him ahead of the others, Blake was easily eclipsed when pit against somebody who actually practiced running. Yeah he kept himself in shape, but Sophia easily outpaced him in no time. He wasn’t one to be set back by this, though. His origin story was on the line here! He managed to run fast enough to keep a short distance behind the two in the lead.
When the ship finally came into view Blake was absolutely awestruck. His pace started to slow down so he could get a better look, but once he saw Sofia just charge right into the ship that idea went sailing out the window. Now that he could actually see the vessel, he was honestly just about ready to stop and see what everyone else had to say about it. Since someone already jumped the gun on it, though, like hell would he let himself be one of the first to arrive and not get on board.
So instead of stopping, Blake went full steam ahead after Sofia and ran right up the ramp and into the ship. He had a bit less presence of mind than her, unfortunately, and smacked straight into the wall she managed to avoid instead. There was an audible thunk that Blake’s head made and an even more audible ”OW!!!” that could be heard, followed by one more thunk as he stumbled back onto the floor.
”Oooooooow… That friggin’ hurt…” Blake groaned as he nursed his head and caught his breath down below.
When the ship finally came into view Blake was absolutely awestruck. His pace started to slow down so he could get a better look, but once he saw Sofia just charge right into the ship that idea went sailing out the window. Now that he could actually see the vessel, he was honestly just about ready to stop and see what everyone else had to say about it. Since someone already jumped the gun on it, though, like hell would he let himself be one of the first to arrive and not get on board.
So instead of stopping, Blake went full steam ahead after Sofia and ran right up the ramp and into the ship. He had a bit less presence of mind than her, unfortunately, and smacked straight into the wall she managed to avoid instead. There was an audible thunk that Blake’s head made and an even more audible ”OW!!!” that could be heard, followed by one more thunk as he stumbled back onto the floor.
”Oooooooow… That friggin’ hurt…” Blake groaned as he nursed his head and caught his breath down below.
Ah, alright. I was just about to be That Guy and ask about it.
Yeah I'll be honest, I didn't really think so deep about TJ when I was coming up with him. It was mostly just a bunch of general details that I figured I could detail out later as needed.
Yeah, I'd say technical out-boxing would best describe TJ. It'd be unfitting of a gentleman to just go full ham. (Though he probably has enough raw strength that he'd be able to get by on full ham anyway.)
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