Q:"So... I know the battles will begin soon, and I just wanted to wish you really good luck, Carter!" Cocoa handed Carter an especially big cupcake, with the words 'You are a Winner!' written on it with frosting. She beamed at him. "I will be crossing my fingers for you, but I'm sure you don't need that because my cupcakes always speak the truth!" And with a giggle, she would turn around to leave him to his preparations for now.
Carter looked down at the gorgeous red velvet cupcake in awe and appreciation.
Thankful for the great food and the kind words, he reached down and nearly tackled the strong, adorable witch.
"Thank you so much!" Carter said, a tear in his eye. He felt even more confident about his next match.
((This was posted before Carter’s last match, but I’m sure this could apply to the next one. I took a while to reply so I could draw something nice for it :). Thanks a lot to the charming Cocoa, and her amazing artist :D!))
Carter moved his head away from his laptop and closed it shut after what felt like hours of research and general slacking off. He saw his improvised Phantom of the Opera mask and black lab coat on a nearby chair gathering dust, having left them there from a few nights ago. He recalled that night, the fantastic food he ate, and the interesting and unusual people here.
Not fancying himself as much of a dancer he relegated himself to the food table and the punch bowl that may or may not have been spiked (he woke up the next day without a headache but he still wasn’t certain). He had hoped to ask everyone some questions about who they were and what they wanted to do if they made it to the real world. Unfortunately, before he could ask everyone was off dancing. It didn’t help that he still had no clue what “McNuggies” were, as they seemed to be of some importance to everyone there. Also, on his way out he forgot to check out the “Free Rooms”, which he still believed to contain free stuff; an opportunity he was miffed about passing up.
Feeling tired, he carried himself off to his bed. He would make the time later to ask anyone he came across who cared to answer him. He was still uncertain what would lie ahead for him, but he still felt happy to be a part of this decidedly unusual community…
He sat back up and jotted down a quick message on his notepad before finally dozing off: “Note to self: Ask Fedd what McNuggies are.”
Q:Cocoa giggled happily at his words and caught a red velvet one out of the air to offer it to Carter. "As I said: Everyone loves cupcakes! They are the best!" She quickly tried to catch and collect as many of them as possible, ending up with a huge tray of cupcakes of all sorts, and beamed at Carter again. "I'm going to bring some to the others real quick, but I might come back later to talk again. Have the nicest day!" And off she went.
His eyes aglow with childlike joy, Carter happily accepted the kindly Cocoa’s offer. As he stuffed it into his mouth, he managed a mumble that sounded just like, “They REALLY are!”.
Within moments, she had her tray and went about her way. With a mouth still full of red velvet cupcake, Carter’s parting words sounded somewhat like, “Thanks again! See you soon!”
As she merrily walked away, Carter felt glad that he had made such a nice friend. He worried to himself that he might have to fight against her someday….that is, if he could make his way past Apoidea…
Q:Dear rumblr, in honor for attending the Tumblr-Rumblr competition, we hereby invite you to the official T-Rumblr Masquerade Ball tonight at 9:00! Join us, if you will, to this special event, /or else/. This event will hosted and sponsored none other than by Mr.Z, the head of the Z company, along with the guardians of the reality gate, and the Announcer! We hope you will attend. (Hosted in Tinychat/T-rumlr chatroom)
"Ah, Mr. Z will be there? I better bring my best lab coat!"
After sifting through his things, Carter found a lab coat that was EXACTLY the same as his usual one, only black. He figured his usual dress shirt would be best. Carter found an old , white mask he once wore, cut it in half diagonally with some scissors, and put it on.
"Close enough!" he said, and frantically made his way over to the ball, knowing he’d be late.
Q:"A... a celebrity?" Cocoa gasped, seemingly unable to fully grasp the concept of her being well known or even popular. "B-but how? What for?" She blushes and suddenly seems somewhere between flustered and excited. "Wow... that's... I've never been really popular before, oh oh oh..." She seems to ponder her responsibility as a celebrity. "I guess I should thank everybody then? I know, I will make cupcakes, most people like them!" A swish of her wand and some outlandish words and it rains cupcakes
"Maybe it’s because you’re a nice person, or you fight well! It’s nice of you to thank everyone" Carter replied with a smile.
Then, in a meteorological event that couldn’t be explained by science, it started raining cupcakes! It rained every flavor imaginable - tons of Chocolate, Vanilla, Banana, Blueberry, and even Red Velvet (which caught Carter’s eye instantly)!
"Cupcakes!? I LOVE CUPCAKES!!!" The young man squealed with childlike glee at the delicious barrage of treats from above.
Q:So, fancy yourself a hacker, then? For starters, announcing who you are over the network is a no-no. Kind of ameturish. You're putting a target on your head. Well, luckily the judges are pretty lax. Just... be a little sneakier next time. - Kale
And like that, his minor feat of hacking didn’t feel like much of a feat anymore.
“TARGET!? Oh, uh….sorry? I just wanted to get in touch with everyone; I didn’t look through the classified fighter fil-“
Carter cut his sentence short, aware that revealing he even knew about their existence tipped them off to how far in he had gotten. He really didn’t read them, but he figured it was best that they didn’t know he had even heard of them.
“Anyway, you got me. I am an amateur when it comes to hacking. I only know the basics and bits/pieces here and there. I’m actually more of a hardware guy myself.
I’ll try to keep your advice in mind next time. Thanks, Kale!”
Carter slumped back in his seat and breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the true hacker had only come to warn him.
Q:*If so, then apparently not now , as Cocoas eyes lit up with an excitedness that didn't appear demonic at all* You heard about me already? Oh, oh wow, but how, why? Uhm... *she seems to ponder his offer a bit* Well, I've been wondering where you come from, and also how you're so smart and educated and knowledgeable about science even though you look so young! I mean, no offense, I just always thought that you have to go through yeeeaaars of education for that. :3
"I’ve heard about you in discussions between the other fighters from time to time. You’re getting quite a name for yourself - I think you’re practically a celebrity now!"
Carter had never before spoken to a celebrity, but he figured Cocoa was more down-to-earth than a typical one. Tapping the side of his head with his index finger, he took a brief moment to recall his past.
"I come from a city faraway called Effulgence. I went to the Unconventional Academy of Science, where I graduated early. I finished their 10-year program in only five. It was hard, but I graduated at the top of my class…well, the class I left with, anyway.
I’m not that young, really! I’m over 18, at least. Not by much, though…”
Carter was reluctant to give out his age, lest he be considered “old” compared to the rest of the Tumblr Rumblr roster.
Q:So you are Carter? Hi Carter! I'm Cocoa, number 8, so we have super close numbers! :3 It's great to meet you!
Carter’s eyes lit up as he saw the name of his first inquisitor!
"Greetings, Cocoa! I’ve heard much about you and your mystical, unusual candy-based brand of magic. It’s great to meet you, too!
It’s pretty cool that our numbers happened to be so close to each other. I’ve grown attached to the number 10, but there’s something about the even roundness of the number 8 that I like, too.
Please feel free to run any questions by me!”
The young man pondered to himself if he would ever come across Cocoa’s “other half”, the demon known as Coffee…
The Man with the Exploding Balloons
The young man sat at his computer, ready to establish the communications link. A few clicks and tons of typing were all he needed to start his plan. The fans whirred, the disk drive spun, and the monitor glowed with a subtle brightness.
With a bit of hacker-esque meddling, he made his way to the network of his fellow rumblrs to introduce himself. The time is now, he thought. Always eager to make an impression, the young man tried to fix up his blue-ish white jacket, straightened his loose bow-tie, and put his trusty metallic glove to the side for now. With a hearty smile, he sent a message to all rumblrs, judges, and anyone else willing to listen in.
"Salutations, everyone! I’m Carter, and I’m participant #10. I am now taking questions, so feel free to ask me anything or just to say hello. Until my…what do I call it….Image Transference Device is complete, I’ll only be able to respond with my voice." ((Replace Image Transference Device with reaction drawings and voice with text))
"I’ll try my best to answer as honestly as I can. I’m willing to take pretty much any question asked of me!"
Realizing what he just promised, Carter added a quick addendum to his message:
"But not how to defeat me. Sorry."