Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby FluffyBirdie » Wed Mar 29, 2017 9:43 pm

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    Fearful. Jumpy. Easily scared. And yet caring, and would protect someone if he could, if only those nightmares would leave. Those words represented the personality assigned to him, and they ran through Sinto's head as he looked up sadly at his newest victim, his eyes begging for help yet fearful of the viscet before him. His fur was knotted and dirty, with patches obviously sliced and torn off. His nails were dull, blunted uneven, and he was cowering under a rag, to complete the picture. The viscet, like all others before her who relented to their kind nature, crouched down, looking at him worryingly. "Who did this to you?" She said, echoing the voices of Sinto's past victims. She was too kind, to open to strangers! If only he could warn her of what was going to happen, tell her that the strings wrapped around him were not the results of another's actions, but a warning for her not to get too close. He wouldn't dare going against the agency though, and so kept his thoughts silent as he repeated the act done for many others.
    "P...please don't dig into this, I don't want you to get hurt. Please, just leave..." He let his voice drift into silence, and dropped his head, his eyes tightly shut. He knew what she was going to say, and inwardly he suddenly fumed at her kindness. Why were viscets so open to others? Are they begging to be controlled, like a puppet on a string? The agency, for the past few months, targeted the week and kind, sending agents like himself to control them and bring them to the agency's side bases. The public didn't seem too concerned with disappearing viscets, since it wasn't something that impacted their lives. But it did! The agency is planning something, but he had no idea what, and he was in no position to ask. He excelled at controlling others, sure, but in the end, the agency was the puppeteer, and he had no choice but to obey their will.
    "I'll be OK, so we should report this, find whoever put you in such a mess and patch you up." She reached out a paw to rest on his shoulder, but he shied away, lowering his head and body even further, like he wanted to sink into the ground.
    "Please go, I'm all right, you're just jumping to conclusions." He wasn't looking, but he could almost sense her pity and her concerned expression. "Leave me..." He whispered, but she inched closer, cautiously patting his paw.
    "Everything's going to be OK, I'll show you..." She replied, and he sighed quietly, knowing she was wrong and was doomed to an unknown fate. I'm sorry I have to put you through this. He thought as he allowed himself to be led away.

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    "Ah, good job Sinto! I've always known your acting and controlling skills were reliable. Well, that should be the last subject we need, but no worries, we have another job for you to do." They always told him what to do through recording, never in person. Secrecy and whatnot for the agency. Sinto nodded to himself, lost in his thoughts. If only he wasn't so good at acting. If only he never fell in with the agency in the first place. Maye he would be like any other viscet, happily living out life, unconcerned and uncaring about dark plots made by others. He glanced at the pictures on the wall of his room, reminiscing about the past. What was his reason for joining the agency? It was so long ago, he forgot the burning passion he had back then, a strong reason for joining, a reason beyond the sinfulness of controlling others. He had never wanted to be a puppeteer of others, nor be a puppet to a dark organization, but something had compelled him to become who he is today. What was it? Maybe it was so insignificant, a small matter, and that's why he couldn't remember. Maybe, like in all those action series Sinto loves so dearly, it was fate that brought him here. Puppets of fate. Wow I'm rambling to myself. He shook his head and got up, deciding to leave his reasoning behind.

    After all, he had a job to do.

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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby tenlittlesoldierboys » Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:32 am

    Mmmm yess noice.
    All of my Cets are open cx I don't think I have any puppets for a puppeteer (well I have Raffi but hedoesn't count cx ...)
    But
    I have some evil dudes who'd love to be the puppeteer, if you puppet needs one cx
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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby angeldog513 » Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:55 am

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Love. Doodle fell in love. Her name was Kasydeya, to Doodle she was the most beautiful Viscet he'd ever seen. He'd do anything to gain her affections, and that's exactly what he did. Doodle has been doing anything Kasdeya has asked of him for a while, completely unaware he's being toyed with. He thinks she truly loves him, which is far from the truth. It will probably be a very long time before poor Doodle realizes he's been used, if he ever does find out that is.


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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby magpiemochi. » Thu Mar 30, 2017 4:27 am

man i really love this one... wowie.

If anyone needs a puppeteer, I'd love to provide either Tyramet or Kaecilius
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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby rubixilam » Thu Mar 30, 2017 5:54 am

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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby CO1LD » Thu Mar 30, 2017 9:02 am

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Thimble is a young lad that lives in an old town. A town with cobblestone streets and horse drawn carriages, a town away from the future, stuck in the past. He always dreamed big when he was a boy of becoming a magician, the arts of magic and awning crowds seemed to please him and encourage him. He trained as hard as he could but was boo'ed and hissed at for his fantasy mind. This didn't bring him down, for his mother loved his talent. She beamed every time he brought a bunny home from a hat that he claimed 'was empty' and she marveled at his juggling. Years later there was a terrible accident, when his mother got trampled by a scared horse and was crippled. She had to stay home, while Thimble tried to get enough money to pay the rent. He soon lost hope in the profession and went back to his house after his last day, to tell his mother sorry. But his mother wasn't mad at all. She told him that in life there are people who don't see what you do, but you can't change that by giving them your eyes. "Why don't you try this?" she asked holding out some yarn and sticks. "I love your humor, you could be a puppeteer." Instantly he picked up the hobby and made little yarn creatures, then would go out in the street and play stories of comedy. He became quite popular around the town, and even went on to the theater. He came home day after day with enough money to buy them a new house. One day, as he went to check on his mother, he knew something was wrong. She was dying. He laid his paws on hers and knelt down. "My son, remember, that the way to someones mind, is getting to ones heart. You have done this my boy with a touch of laughter, I am so proud of you." she took from beneath her pillow some blue yarn. "Take this.. my favorite color." Then she closed her eyes and was gone. After that, the town was hushed by a dark force, and laughter rang no more. Thimble became slowly depressed and hated himself for not trying harder in the beginning when he knows he did. He would stay in the house, making dolls, as he called it, making friends. He would shut everyone else out and only make dolls, only talk to dolls. They only knew and understood him, would do what ever he wanted, when ever he wanted. Some say he is completely mad, while others put it as a sad fool only looking for attention. Maybe they both were right. He would have dreams of being laughed at many times then becoming famous with his humor. He had a thought one day that finally made him snap. "Do they have me the puppeteer, or the puppet? Do I make amusement or am I, the amusement?"

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"Hello." Thimble slowly sat up in his bed, looking left and right.
"Who's there." he said.
"Its me." His eyes peered down at his covers and saw a girl doll. It had brown yarn hair and black button eyes with a blue dress. He screamed and flung the covers away, it landing on the floor. He curled up in a ball rocking on his bed and holding his head, his tics (its a disorder) setting in. "Please, don't be afraid." The girl doll had climbed back up on the bed and was now staring at him. He scooted back.
"G-get away from me!"
"Im a friend." she said almost sounding hurt. And she was, she had a tear on her arm and some cotton was dripping out. Thimble instantly honed in on the wound, but was frozen with fear. "We mean you no harm." she said.
"We?" he said, almost loosing his voice. Then on the shelves around him, dolls and puppets began to get out of there hiding. "W-wwhat do you want from me.." he said.
"You believe in us right?" the girl asked, he nodded. "You believed in us so much, that we are able to live. Now we want you to start believing in yourself." Thimble looked at the wound. The reached for his sewing kit and pulled out a needle, then some thread...blue thread. He sewed up the wound without saying a word. When he was done, he tied the knot and put away his stuff, the girl looking at her new thread. "Thank you." she said. He sighed.
"Alright.." he said. "If it takes for my own creation to wake up and tell me this..then, i guess, it wouldn't hurt to try." Though he didn't sound like he would. The girl put a reassuring hand on his leg, smiling through her eyes.
"Hey, we're here for you. We'll help you fight the monsters."(819 words..)


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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby Esther~ » Thu Mar 30, 2017 9:04 am

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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby -Shaded- » Thu Mar 30, 2017 10:16 am

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Puppeteer!

Thread had been "gifted" a power of strings as some people would say. He believes that it is a curse that will forever set him apart from others. He has been known to either save someone's life or to hurt them in some way. Thread tends to isolate himself because of this and he doesn't trust himself around innocent viscets just because of his unstable emotions. He says that his emotions can change on a thread. Sometimes he will get visitors in his little area and they would spread the word and tell tales of him across clans and their children. He will have people search for him but Thread would always divert them when they would get too close.

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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

Postby fugitive » Thu Mar 30, 2017 2:27 pm

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    Woe to him, fifth born to his numerous family. A look of pure sadness filled Five's features, mug in hand, he sat in the way he felt was right for his current slump.

    His lot in life was a hard one, and while on his break, he enjoyed indulging in self pity. He had never been a leader, no, most definitely he had been follower the entirety of his life, and it was to one person. And what of it? This person didn't see him as a follower, no, he was simply puppet, to do with as he saw fit.

    And with a gulp of the cold coffee, Five let out a sigh.

    It was his own brother at that, his own blood! What, he would ask you, brother would do such a thing?

    Pushing away the fact he was never a good brother himself, he took another slip.. a glance at the clock, and he knew he was stretching it.

    Still, sitting a few more minutes, he wondered how far he could take it before he was discovered.. though as thoughts of possible punishment eagerly twinkled in his mind, he grudgingly got up.

    He'd often took frequent breaks, for as long as he wasn't caught taking the obsessive amount nor was missing too long, he was home free.. well, if was he fulfilled his duties in the orphanage.

    Dumping the rest of his cup, he always found the little ones were another annoyance in his empty life. He believed them to always be laughing at him, with their shrill little voices and happy faces.. or perhaps it was with their cries, making him feel the dreaded guilt he tried to flee from everyday of his life.

    As it was, his brother was none other than François Mhoxx, and often he found himself in his dark lab. And in this lab, it was were the those wretched creatures begged, screaming for their freedom. He couldn't stand it, and so he thought of something else as he went back to his duties.

    It was a never ending.. he could never escape his brother's shadow. Even now, he felt the cold that accompanied the man, well, to those who knew of his secrets. Sharply turning, he then saw why. There he was, just down the hall, and he beckoned him to himself. A chill ran down his back, had he noticed?

    After a few words, Five was relieved.

    See, he wasn't always in the building, no, he was sent out, to find individuals who needed help and to recommend his brother's place. He enjoyed this line of work a lot more, for he began to feel more powerful, it was as if he turned into the puppeteer.

    Walking towards the exit, he smiled.

    Often he would use what he learned from his brother, a lot more pleasant then the mopey individual that worked, though took a devious delight in knowing that some wouldn't be leaving the place, though thoughts of why clouded the pleasure.

    Of course, he hated to think of what happened to those some, he knew what it was like to be tested on by his 'mad' brother, he bore scars, not of the physical type. He moaned, no, they were mental and emotional.

    Again, he fought against his morals, this wasn't be his fault.. taking the road, he continued to lie to himself, he had no choice, this was all he knew. How could he save a life when he couldn't even set himself free? No, it was impossible.

    Once out of sight of the building, he let his shoulders relax. It was a beautiful day, partly cloudy with a nice breeze.. he let himself let go of his current life, right now, he was on an adventure. He was the hero of this story, as he often was, looking for those in need.

    Ignoring the guilt in the back of his mind, he completely took on the role. After all, he was the puppeteer puppet.
    [667/800]

    Why does he wear string? - The string simply relieves stress. Five often is found toying with it, and entangling it on him. At first, he didn't really realize that he often had some on him. After learning of this habit, he was going to rid himself of it, but found it relieving, and so he kept it on.

    After going through different types of string, and many different colours, he decided to get a more permanent one.

    The one he now wears is heavy duty, he had to pay .50 cents more for the colour, but was happy that he found one so close to his eye colour.
    [103/200]

    A huge thank you Razors for letting me use François and allowing me to put this fellow in their family! <3
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Re: Viscet #1340 - Puppet or Puppeteer?

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