Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20181209003756/@comment-26892768-20181217004136

Meanwhile...

Ryotaro, the Taros, and the Sieg are just quietly standing around.

"So...what now?" Ryotaro asks.

None of the Imagin have an answer.

After a moment, the dragon-like Imagin groans.

 "This place is boring!" He complains.

 "Oh, quit your whining, brat - it's not that boring." Momotaros remarks.

 "There's nothing to do here! There's only a floor...a wall...a ceiling...nothing to play games on, or play music on, or draw on...and it's all white! Boring, boring white..." The dragon-like being retorts, crossing his arms as he does so.

 "But white is a princely color!" Sieg chimes in.

 "You're only saying that because you're white. Besides, you've got gold and blue on you too - it makes you look interesting. This place is just white!" The dragon-like being points out.

 "Well, boring is better then getting shot by...where the hell are you going?" Momotaros asks as the dragon-like being heads off.

 "I'm going to go see if there's anything to do around here. See ya!" And then he runs off, laughing.

 "Oi! Get back here, you..." Momotaros groans.  "He better not do anything stupid."

 "He might not - look, he stopped." The turtle-like being points out, noting that the dragon-like being seems to have stopped some distance away.

font face="Times New Roman"> "Why would he do that? This place is boring." Momotaros muses to himself, ignoring the looks he's getting.

While they can't tell from a distance, the reason the dragon-like being - better known as Ryutaros - stopped is because he accidentally bumped into someone.

 "Ah! Sorry about that! Need any help? Ryutaros asks, kneeling down.

The Inkling - who was heading over to Ryotaro and the Imagin before Ryutaros bumped into her - shakes her head and gets up. When she does, she stares at Ryutaros for a moment, with Ryutaros staring back.

 "...so...should I just keep going, or..." Ryutaros moves to resume his path, but the Inkling quickly grabs him, shaking her head as she says something in her language.

 "You don't want me to go?" Ryutaros asks.

The Inkling nods, saying some more things in her language with some accompanying hand gestures, ending her sentence with a thumbs up and a grin.

 "...are you saying that you think I'm cool?" Ryutaros is only guessing here, as he can't understand a word the Inkling is saying - seems like she does the hand gestures for a reason.

The Inkling nods.

 "Oh! Okay; I can stay if you want me to." Ryutaros sits down on the floor - criss-cross apple sauce style - and looks at the Inkling.  "So...was there anything over there to do?"

The Inkling shakes her head, looking rather disappointed as she says some more things before pantomiming being asleep.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "So it's boring over there too, huh..." Ryutaros groans, with the Inkling giving a dejected nod. Then Ryutaros sits up straight, having suddenly come up with an idea. <font face="Times New Roman"> "Hey, what if we liven this place up a bit? I think it'd be cool! I could make some music, and you could...you could..."

The Inkling pulls out her Splattershot and fires a few shots off to the side, splattering the tiles and making them considerably more orange.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Oh! Paint! Or...ink?" Ryutaros corrects himself once he notes the smell. <font face="Times New Roman"> "Still works. You can do that to bring some color in here! It'll be less boring than just white..."

The Inkling nods enthusiastically in agreement.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Then let's go do it!" Ryutaros gets up, ready to go...but then sits down. <font face="Times New Roman"> "We should probably introduce ourselves first though. I'm Ryutaros. What's your name?"

The Inkling starts to respond with something, but then stops herself when she remembers who her audience is. She thinks for a moment, and then she gets an idea. She pulls out her Brush and uses that to write out her name in English...admittedly badly, but it's at least something.

Ryutaros looks at what she wrote. <font face="Times New Roman"> "'Inkling'? Is that your name?"

The Inkling shakes her head.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "So it's like a nickname then..." Ryutaros nods in understanding...before shaking his head. <font face="Times New Roman"> "I don't think that'll work for me though. How about...Inky? Are you okay with that?"

The Inkling gives Ryutaros a thumbs up.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Cool! Come on, Inky, let's make this place interesting!" Ryutaros gets up and runs off, with the Inkling following close behind.

Ryutaros, the other Taros, and Sieg stare at where they were talking.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Well, it seems Ryuta's made a friend..." The turtle-like being remarks.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "There's two of them now." Momotaros groans.

"You don't know that-"

<font face="Times New Roman"> "There's two of them now." Momotaros repeats, groaning even louder. <font face="Times New Roman"> "...I swear, if the brat gets her interested in that shooter game with the dancing he's gotten obsessed with, I will make him rue the day that-"

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Make him rue?" For the first time since they've gotten portalled into this mess, the yellow muscular being wakes up.

Momotaros immediately regrets his word choice. <font face="Times New Roman"> "Oh god."

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Make him rue...nakeru..." The figure gets up.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "No one said anything about crying, bear! Go back to slee-"

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Nakeru! Nakeru ze!" And then the figure turns into a ball of light and goes inside Ryotaro, giving him a yellow hair streak and yellow irises.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "...goddammit." Momotaros facepalms.

"My strength will make you cry!" The now-possessed Ryotaro runs off, leaving the three remaining Imagin to themselves.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "...alright, who's helping me get the bear back?" Momotaros looks at his fellow Imagin.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "I'm not particularly inclined to help clean up your mess." The turtle-like being remarks.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "To retrieve a stray servant is below a prince such as myself." Sieg replies.

<font face="Times New Roman"> "Well, one of you has to help, or I will-"

And now they're fighting.