Elena Ichinomiya

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Bread. It never fail to surprise me when i had proper breakfast that isn't instant food

Narcistic buster. But hey, if their eyes can pop up like what happen on new Pokemon, i'll give it a try...not to laugh. Anyway, last thing i see before login today? Yesterday spicy wings. Its gone now

Fire Emblem Engage protagonist...is that a wig or something? Are you into character drawing as of today? Do yourself a favor, never put red and blue in separate color palette like that, even if its dark color. You either end up with mismatched shoe fiasco, or clown looking character. Never, ever do this.

Scrambled egg and sausage. Breakfast.

Shu

Why did you turn into skeleton!? I love it!

touch man

A simulation website.

Food. Idk what you call it in English. So here you go.

While you're at it, if there's really a chance for ED Discord making a comeback, do make some rearrangement what channel should remain/cut/changed. Seriously, that's way too much for a server who only handled by small number of moderator...not to mention some channel are only there to gather some dust and questionable at best why it was added. There's many things i want to suggest but hey, you know more about that stuff than i do so i leave you to it. Well then, good luck with your venture.

Breakdance?

A power bank

Some iceberg video. Is it weird if i already know most of the thing that down below except the deep web stuff? Thank my childhood.

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Ticking Away Rudolph Astera Is sitting quietly inside the train. The loud engine sounds can be heard even from where the car he’s staying at. His eyes scanning every single words on the book he had on his hand, while his other “hand” is holding an envelope. The said envelope has black and gold ribbon attached on it, meaning that he was summoned by not just anyone but someone important than any nobility he know. As if to emphasize his anxiety, his “hand” whirling and ticking whenever he tapped the envelop. Putting his book aside, he decides to read the letter again. “Dear Rudolph. Hope you are in healthy condition when reading this” “Things wasn’t pretty here. And not just the air. Things seems run amok in the streets. People say vampire or even the ripper! But anyway, I’m not sending you this letter to make you worry. But rather about the project we talked about last Summer. Remember Project Magnolia? That very same one where you want me to build the shell design. Its already finished. But for the finishing touch, we need your “hand” to do that. I try to make that large contraption works but it’s no use. The only part that make it tick is inside your “hand”, I can’t do a thing when it comes down to that. I’m an inventor, not alchemist” “The sooner you come here the better. But I guess I’m stating the obvious since I know you probably come running right now. Be safe my friend, many train accident as of late” “Kind Regards, Macias Neuer” Rudolph sighed and put the letter back inside the envelope. The project he envisions is about to reach its final state. He should be happy as an inventor, but for some reason, it didn’t excite him at all. Project Magnolia. Perhaps the first project where the world introduced to the first living doll in human shape. It might be nothing but a tin can assistant most people use to ease their workload. This one doesn’t made from metal but porcelain doll. And certainly, it doesn’t always spill an oil or overheat when it works far too long. But the best of all is…it can talk. In fact, that’s where his concern is. He knows the project would run smoothly, he knows his friend Macias won’t let him down. But he put gamble on that because voice is not something that can be made through machinery. It could end up with whirling sounds of gear, or worst, grinding gears. Who knows making just one human function that always used every single day would be difficult? His train of thought stopped when the door slid open. A similar whirl and clanking metal can be heard as a mechanized arms push the door open wide. It’s a woman. Probably same age as Rudolph. She has long blonde hair, almost golden even, a matching dress colour along with her little top hat, and her shiny gold mechanized arms. But unlike Rudolph, she had one each that goes from her hand up to her elbow. It seems she’s a passenger from the previous station where the train make its brief stop. Rudolph tip his hat as the girl show curtsy as they greet each other. He didn’t mind her presence as he focusses back on his book again. The rumbling train and the ticking and whirl of their arms fill the air. It might be just prosthetic arm for people outside Audia. But for the native of this region, it was a symbol to determine who they are. The fact that Rudolph had steel type while the girl has gold type, it shows that Rudolph is a working class commoner while the girl hail from nobility. His ears also pick up the sounds of mechanized arms. It was well tuned and not as loud as his own. Each shape of the fingers is nicely decorated unlike Rudolph who had sharp pointy tip for his fingers. “I’m sorry, does my arms distract your focus?” she speaks up. Rudolph shake his head and tell her how quiet her arm mechanism is. He later reveals that he works in the workshop where he fix any type of mechanized arms like they had, which is why it make him curious why she had her model run quietly while Rudolph ticking arms sounds like an old grandfather clock. “Perhaps its related to our mood? My relatives said our arms tend to fail to hide our emotion which can be troubling if you work as trader” she told him. Emotion? Is that it? He never considers human emotion would affect mechanism. This is new to him. But that can’t be true also since the girl said it’s the words from her relatives. So he asks if her relatives were inventor like him, which she said no. “It’s still fascinating though. If it were true…then maybe you need to relax good sir” she told him. Relax? Well, he does feel anxious. His project possible failure keeping his mind occupied that he forgot to calm down. He keeps thinking about the failure but not the plan B. For inventor like him, failure is part of the job, its normal. What make inventor truly shine is how they scrap their failed project and find out what make it tick and don’t. That’s the real pride of every inventor. Sir Eugen Douwes Stegen also had a lot of ridicule for his invention making the tin man that keep failing on him on every convention he attends. Yet his invention now are used worldwide and acknowledged as one step of human evolution, a defining creation of this era. And yet knowing that…his mind still on the cloud. What would the plan B going to be? Scrapping the project? Burn even more money to get the resource? He can’t tell. “Sir, your arm just sparks some fire” the girl warns him. He apologizes for the unsightly manner he shows and try to keep it quiet. But it’s not easy as he thought will be. Normally a mere tap and tweak would do the job. But it didn’t work this time. The embarrassment begins to build up knowing the blonde lady probably see him as amateur inventor who brag his skill seconds ago turn out to be all talk. Before he swore any language however, he felt another pair of hand holding his metallic arms. “Calm down sir, you might break it” she told her with assuring smile. Rudolph see his hand being hold with both of the girl metallic arms. The whirling noise of her arms still quiet as ever unlike his. The fascination turns into curiosity as he checks every compartment of her arms. It was designed differently and every part was placed in a way that won’t make it unsightly to see. The ticking sounds however, is what catching his interest. It’s as if it was modified to tick with every beating of the girl heart. Compared to his own, it seems his arms mirrored just that. His heart beating fast and so is his mechanism ticking noise. He hates to admit it but perhaps the girl has a point. He takes a deep breath, his eyes still locked to his and her arms that still hold it firm. A minutes passed, and he find his arms ticking calmly. “There you go” the girl smiled as she let go of his hand. But Rudolph grab her hand again out of blue. “Umm…sir?” she seems demand an answer for his sudden outburst. He doesn’t know how to put this, so he just told her… “I want to match the ticking noise to yours…” he told her. The girl went quiet before giving a nod. “Glad to be your assistance, Sir Inventor” “It’s Rudolph. Pardon me for giving you cold shoulder instead of introducing myself earlier. Lots of things occupied my mind right now” he told her. “If you wouldn’t mind me asking, what was that book you just read?” “It’s a journal of sort. Inventor tend to forgot things include their own lunch break” “Oh, do tell…” They end up with a line of conversation that, perhaps only Rudolph, seems to forgot that he still holding the girl arm. So much so that he didn’t notice that his arms no longer acting up. It was then when he about to get the book for the girl, he accidently pulling her also. He quickly apologizes, finally realizing that he had been holding the girl arms for the rest of conversation. “Would you hear that?” Rudolph tilt his head confused. What does she mean? He thought. That’s when he realizes the car only filled with just one noise beside the train. It was subtle, but it’s there. Their arms, ticking together in the same rhythm. It fascinates Rudolph so much that he smiled at the sight. He always thought when someone arms were acting up, its because of faulty built. Perhaps it was more than just a show off title for everyone to see. They sit down and listen to the ticking noises, sometimes distract themselves looking elsewhere since staring people in silence was considered rude. Yet they had smile on their face. But unfortunately, every moment, be it good or bad, will always come to an end. Once the train reach another station, that’s where Rudolph destination is. He tip his hat again to the lady as he make his leave. Once he come out from the train, he was greeted with a tin man inspector. It was there to see if he wasn’t a straggler who hitched on the train in the middle of the road. It leaves Rudolph alone afterward with heavy step and loud clank. He takes a deep breath. Somehow he felt…hollow? Sad? No, that wasn’t it. If it is, he could tell why. And then he realizes the ticking noise of his arms is…slower. Why? He already checks it before he departs, it should be on its top shape even after long travel. He shrugs and decide to think about it later. Until he passes the car where he was staying previously. The blonde lady seems to be going for the next station. She gives a slight nod and smile when their eyes meet again, In which Rudolph reply with a tipping his hat and bow. At the same time, the loud train whistle followed with the shouting of the train conductor to every passenger who board the train to hurry as the train will depart soon. …That’s when he realizes…he doesn’t know her name. The steam train begin to move away from the station. However, Rudolph eyes still fixated on the lady who seems confused why he looking at her as if he forgot something. Out of blue, the young inventor drops his heavy suitcases and run to the car window where the blonde girl is. He follows along the slowly moving train, his mechanized arm placed on the mirror. The girl follows the gesture by placing one of her hand exactly where he put his own at the mirror. Even with the noise of the surrounding, Rudolph can still hear their synchronized ticking noises of their arms. His step become faster, almost running as the train start to pick up the pace…until he can’t chase it anymore and see it goes to the distance toward next station. He looks at his arm; its ticking noise mirror his disappointment as it ticks slower than before. He went back to where he drops his suitcases, checking if something is missing and head to the exit. While hoping deep down, that they will meet again when he aboard the train back home after his business here is done so he can thank her properly for her assistance. And to know her name, which probably become his biggest curiosity over his own project.

News about Yuji Naka and Doom OST fiasco. Just another life lesson to learn that you can be as successful as much as you want, but without dignity, you're not exactly in position that anyone would envy of or bother to takeover. Ever.

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Unseen Valley

Building lover

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Expired food. Was doing dishes before login

Limp power

My earphone. Was planning to reply an RP with music on.

2 orange cat sleeping under the chair. Its raining outside