Dragged by the power of dreams...

So > 3 had 1 heck of a night's sleep last night.
+ myself = > 4.
It's zetta improbable that it's coincidental, knowing this place, but is that the best it's got 4 the time being? Crunching up our beauty sleep? Heh. But in b4 it's much > tolerable than a 2nd wildfire, obviously.

Nice try, Sphere. That wasn't even me. Unless you can prove it was, it'll be data scrapped as irrelevant and/or something I ate, thanks.

Hey, Sis Jules. Recognize this writing?

((OOC: He had Vladimir's dream. Good choice of one to give him, too. Naturally, Tybalt, being Tybalt, is going to keep a poker face and not admit it did hit a nerve considering what he knows about himself thus far. X_X))

Attention, Medical Staff of Edensphere:

Thought I may as well give you some kind of notice I'm checking myself out of this set. It would be an underestimation to say my body's in passable shape if you drop that it looks like I'm gonna have some scars 2 show 4 it. Not like there's any better method of finding out than getting myself out of here.

Besides, there's not enough room in here 4 me + my new hanger-on here.

((OOC: Tybalt ended up with Konishi as a taboo-looking (black and gray) lioness. Madness destruction hilarity something ensues?))

[There's not much writing here - just a scratchy x-y axis grid with "SCAVENGER'S YARD" drawn above it, each axis lined with tick-marks, with a heavy black dot at (11, 20) from the origin.

The strikes are sloppy and furious, heat-of-the-moment - what's been crossed out is still discernible.]

I can't factoring move

Hey, Juliet! What

Stings just to write

[The writing is untouched at first, spelling out with a kind of flourish across the paper. Tybalt's... probably in a pretty good mood.]

Attention, fishbowl-dwelling fractals!

Last night = 1 zetta cool ride; if that's a variable left unfilled 2 you, good, don't bother asking for me to explain it 4 you, 'cuz you probably don't need 2 know.

Back off that tangent, my creative impulse is going haywire, so by 12:00 AM there should be a what the factoring

[A splash of like ohmigod that looks like blood - hastily subjected to an attempt to rub it away, leaving a dark red streak rapidly turning brown over the page.]

What did I just

for the love of

Just fucking factor it, that project may have to be postponed > 1 more day.

[The writing is then scribbled out in frustration - but still recognizable and readable.]

So it looks like pain-in-the-axis photographers have been derived already. I do not envy you poor pathetic polynomials who they stuck on the pages of the journals 0.0000000001 bit. XD

Doesn't mean I'm sympathetic, on the absolute, so I'll still be lying low, but my postulate is that it's at least safe 2 put this out there.

Time 4 a pop quiz, Sphere:

Game Master = x
Player = y
Erasure = z
"The x excels in tactics, intel, willpower, decisiveness, performance, his y z rate... He surpasses our expectations on every count."
x = ________
y = ________
z = ________

Check 4 extraneous solutions via the sentence. I =/= some of the stupid 000s here who can't tell the difference between an idiotic joke and a serious solution.

Whatever prank that tree's playing this time:

I factoring like it.

Zetta shucks, Sphere, I feel like you're literally flattering me. Cape snags from time 2 time, though.

((OOC: You know that third picture the mun posted in the "Sexy-Off"? ...That's how he's dressed, conveniently enough.))

"My ability to reject failed, this slightly pisses me off. But I'm not going to go against him again until I figure out how to win. I'm not keen to die again, lad."

[An inkblot, after which he keeps writing as if he hadn't stopped to react at all.]

Damn, I liked it better when all we got was irrational static. Even then I preferred hearing garbage about flowers singing 2 this set.

Not 2 mention that factoring song playing x∞.

Doesn't make a bad segway in2 the question I have 4 you radians, though.

I wanna know if any data 2 knowledge speaks of any1 remembering having been killed in their previous life, be4 arriving in this sphere.

So every1 else's been hearing the voices?

Let me take it upon myself 2 tell all of you that they can still be heard from the Scavenger's Yard + the reception =/= any better.

Everything I've been getting these days = garbled garbage that had better equate -> something with explanation or I want it derived be4 my patience is fully subtracted.

Think I might know what my dream was about now. Really just a case of I might know, on 2nd thought. Where was the power?

Attention, whatever faceless fractal that was I crashed into in the marketplace:

Thanks 4 that Memory Crystal you seem 2 have slipped me, I guess. It's a load of garbage that the thing didn't even let me see what was happening, gave me only sounds + sensations, and didn't really teach me anything about my life except that I had some zetta serious enemies.

But I've got 1 mind 2 subtract that thanks right away if you don't give that back. Giving me a memory = appreciated =/= substituting 1/2 my cash 4 chalk.

As 4 the remainder of the Sphere, yes, I realize there's probably just 000 regaining of 1's old life 4 free. I ain't entirely sure whoever the factor slammed into me was real, either.

If you so choose, consider this entry rhetorical.

( Run - from the noise of the street and the loaded gun/Too late for solutions, dissolve in the setting sun )

((This (go to 6:00) is what he's remembering. The memory crystal received offered hearing and feeling. And a certain level of confusion. Kind of an unnerving first thing to remember about yerself.))

Ball night = pretty factoring cool.

'Cause while all you radians were there, I was in the Scavenger's Yard and found myself:

- 1 Zetta sexy hat.

((Off in his own li'l world, he starts doodling the hat...

...Thus making his icons that much more accurate. Mm-hm.))

Attention!

Introducing 1 of Edensphere's latest inhabitants: ME.

Name's Tybalt. ;P

I was just - you know - "born" not 2 long ago at all (along with my "sister" Juliet, who I swear you'll know if you've seen) and trying this out.

So, anyone seeing this? Can you seriously see someone's writing as soon as they put ink to paper? Seems kind of invasive. But handy. Guess I could always find myself a notebook or something in that plane that isn't magically hooked up to everyone else's.

I've gotta find some excuse 2 get out of this temporary housing place, anyway. It's so zetta DULL here. Our room's dull (thank ∞ it's a temporary place), the building's dull, everyone here is dull. Seriously, nobody's so much as wanted to talk at this point. Not so much as a "Welcome~!" from anyone but that guide. But hey, fine by me. Think I'll be happy getting adjusted on my own~

Except 4 the whole "bored out of my factoring vector" thing.

But hey, now that I'm on that quadrant and everyone's looking, what does everyone else recommend? How did everyone else here entertain themselves when they hardly had a yoctogram of anything 2 work with?

+, anyone know a place a guy can get some > clothes? (YES, I REALIZE I'M WEARING MY SHIRT INVERSE.)

((OOC: This set of handwriting is neat, but a bit angular and stylized. Almost like the font in which you'd see something written next to a scribble on a public wall. In places it's been darkened and underlined with a "LOOK. AT. MY. WRITING. NOW!" vengeance and wherever easily possible, words have been abbreviated into numbers.))

( Stick it up, take it up/Step aside and see the world/Effect has defect/Take a bow to the moon... )

Yus. I sucked it up and remembered to put this up.

Sho Minamimoto is the kind of character who has to be done justice and yet doesn't make doing that confidently as easy as breathing for any mun. Hence, here's an HMD post. Have a comment to make on Tybalt, what I'm doing well, what I need to work on, so on? Feedback will be much welcomed, flames will be crunched~

This post can also be used for plotting, if you like. He's a useful one for t3h shenaniganz.

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