Random meme, gakked from Bakerstreet....

[surprisingwolf]

The Hello meme!

How does it work? Quite simple actually!

1. Post with your muse with "Name|Fandom"
2. Say Hello to others.
3. No, really, just say hello. No prompts, no RNG, just say hi and start up a conversation and see where it goes! Don't know the person? Doesn't matter! Just say hello!
4. PROFIT!

Comments

[beetbuster]

!!! Damn, he's shrewd for a rock star. "Well, I am human," I assure him as I tilt my very cool sunglasses. "I'm just not here at the moment, per se. What's your story, buddy?"

[noisybird]

"Not here? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Still, he obviously doesn't want to call too much attention to himself. He might not be all that dangerous after all. "I'm here," I reply with a sneer. "But significantly less human."

[beetbuster]

It's in my nature to info dump, because if there's one thing I like it's to feel smarter than others, but I should probably keep at least some of it to myself for now. Especially since he's saying he's 'less than human,' what the hell. "You know how people say it's impossible to be in two places at the same time. I kinda fixed that." I put my glasses away with a wink. "Soooo, what's your deal? YOu looks pretty human to me!"

[noisybird]

"Tch." He's dodging the question, and swiftly changing my mind as to whether he could be a danger or not. For now I guess I'll let him slide, although I'll be damned if I make it look easy.

"I don't see why I should share if you won't," I snap at him, before craning my neck and looking off towards the horizon. "You're the one who looks weird, not me."

[beetbuster]

"Ah, youth." I don't care if 90s fashion is out of style, I still love it. "By the way, know what else is weird? Your arm. What happened to it, anyways?"

[noisybird]

I don't even need to look to know that the glamour must have slipped. It's annoying, but there's not much that can be done about it now. "Nothing happened to it," I explain through clenched teeth. "That's the way it's supposed to be."

Something itches - I'm not sure what, I just know I want to be scratching my talons along something right now. Preferably something that will bleed. "You don't smell right," I say offhand.

[beetbuster]

"Arms are supposed to be feathery?" Well, I live with an evil egotist robot, so I can't say it's weird or anything. "If you say so."

"That's probably because I don't have to bathe anymore--" Shit, so much for my cover!!!

[noisybird]

I narrow my eyes at him. If I squint really, really hard, he almost looks like he's pasted onto the scenery. But then my eyes hurt and I have to look away. "So you aren't really here after all," I say, trying to sound completely disinterested.

I can't help but snort. "And yet I'm the one of us not human here."

[beetbuster]

Sheesh, this guy speaks his mind, I'll give him that! "Hey, I'm human. It's just my body is in another dimension right now." Which okay, does sound kinda weird when you say it out loud.

[noisybird]

"Another dimension?" Now that catches my attention. I flex the fingers on my Greed arm and try not to look too intently interested. "What sort of dimension? And how did you end up here?"

[beetbuster]

"A really scary one, for about thirteen years now!" I flash him a grin. "You'd be totally scared if you were there, trust me."

Hunh, he's suddenly into me. Must be my good looks!

[noisybird]

A scary dimension? How old does he think I am? "Tch." I'm itching to lay into him, but I have the distinct feeling that it wouldn't do me any good, not if his body's actually here. "Try being sealed away for eight hundred years, then tell me how scary your dimension is."

[beetbuster]

"800 years?!" And yet, I think he's being perfectly honest! "I don't know." I run my hands through my hair. "It's definitely felt like 800 years where I am, I'll tell you that much.

[noisybird]

Unless he's one exceptional breed of human, I highly doubt he's been stuck in his 'scary' dimension for that long. "But it hasn't been." It couldn't possibly have been. "So why don't you tell me how you're here. Or how you got in your 'scary' dimension in the first place."

[beetbuster]

"Okay," I say with another wink. "But! If I do, you gotta tell me more about your arm. And that great hair of yours." Once I'm back, I'm totally stealing that do.

[noisybird]

My eyebrow raises, completely of its own volition. "Deal," I say, totally aware that I don't give a shit about my own word. "So talk."

I take a seat, bringing on knee up and craning my neck to watch him intently. I've come this far, might as well let him know I'm interested.

[beetbuster]

Hmm, he's suddenly really into this. But I like attention and can probably handle him, so yeah.

"I've been there for thirteen years. My boss had the brilliant idea of dealing with a computer virus by transporting lots of people to what's basically an inescapable prison." I get he was wanting to save his kid, but I didn't even get to choose. Neither did anyone else. "I mean, yeah, okay, I did, but it took me a decade to build my base there! And I had no one but my evil egotist photobombing bug robot for company!" Dark days indeed.

[noisybird]

"A computer virus?" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I sneer a bit at showing such a weakness. Before we go further I raise my hand to Shingo's head, sampling a bit of his memories to better understand what it is this...thing...is talking about.

It comes to me in a rush, and I nod. "So you've got this base in another dimension, and you're...what, projecting yourself here? Via...technology?" I spit the word out like it's poisonous, despite my constant usage of current technology.

[beetbuster]

"Bingo! I made myself an avatar. So now I can take a more proactive role in my rescuing." I give him look. "So, do you wanna know more, or do I finally learn to secret to how you keep your hair so perfectly coiffed, hmm?"

[noisybird]

"Hmph." I might not like the guy, but I can't fault him for taking things into his own hands.

"It's natural," I say with a short shake of my head. It's the truth, or at least, close enough. "Tell me more."

[beetbuster]

"Really." I'm sorry, but hair that glorious doesn't come naturally. "Hmm, not really sure what else I can say." Partly because it's hard to explain to people who don't seem to have much experience, but also it sucks and I don't like talking about it too much. "Oh! I know! Vaglass has been making mini versions of it in this, dimension too! So you better watch out, or they might get ya!"

(Shoot, lost this reply somehow. Gomen ne~)

[noisybird]

"Huh?" How does that even make sense? The bit about him being projected here might be true - especially considering what I can observe on my own - but the rest of him might be straight up idiotic.

He doubts my hair. Well, that's his problem, not mine. "I think I can take care of myself."

<3!

[beetbuster]

"Hey, I don't lie! I may... embellish, but never about stuff like this."

"You can take care of yourself? Funny, I thought the same thing until I got stuck there!" Ah, youth. "I know you're young, but it's important to be careful, okay?"

[noisybird]

He's already forgotten what I told him about being sealed away. Stupid humans and their desires...specifically this one's desire to think only of himself.

"Whatever." I snort and turn away. I'm not about to walk off yet - there's still too much about him that doesn't click - but if he wants to leave first I won't stop him. It's not like I have anything to worry about, considering he's just a projection in the first place. Like he can accomplish anything like that.

[beetbuster]

"Aw, sorry, did I say something to offend?" I run up to pat him on the shoulder. "C'mon, let's be buds! Why do you care about subdimensions, anyways?"