It's likely that nobody's heard from the canine today. It's simply because he...Focused all of his energy on digging through his old research center. He's found all sorts of old junk from his past life. Books, journals, more schematics, but most importantly...A diary. He needs the damn key.

#DKRP | #DONKEYKONGRP | #MARIORP | #SSBRP | #NINTENDORP | #BSKYRP | #SFWRP | #MVRP

His leg continued to bounce, a clear indication of unnerve as his tail began to flick. She couldn't see, but his eyes were scanning the room. Silently observing the lack of organizing, the lack of care for the sensitive material surrounding the both of them. ". . .I hear ya, miss." +

I only understood the first half-

"You probably ain't gonna believe this, but I get how ya feel. Sorry, I won't push ya anymore. This is about me, alright? I'm tryin', to figure myself out. Find people I was connected to. Think about it from my perspective, yeah? The first emotion I felt when I awoke was dread." +

He cocked his head to the side, his brows raised with a newfound curiosity. "The...Box. I was suggesting that you could keep one of those tinctures as a motivating gesture for assisting me in finding my place. I was going to seal it once you selected one. You know? Kinda like a...A game." +

He let out a sigh, planting his hands onto her shoulders as his eyes met hers. "I can see you have other ways of motivating yourself. Tell you what..." He took a step back, letting go of her with his palms open before he lifted up the case full of vials. He soon displayed it to her in his hold. +

// aaaaaAAAAAA-

// -

// im a strong independent dom and i will not be belittled like this -

// do nOT WANT

// wouldn't you - ?

// his name is not johnson

// .

"Oh, that's a villain if I've ever seen one."

𝐈'𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎, 𝐈'𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍! #MARIORP | #SMBRP | #SMASHRP | #SSBRP | #NINTENDORP | #WARIORP | #SFWRP | #MVRP | #BSKYRP

// hehehe

He managed a chuckle to himself as he watched her step away, his hands soon resting on his hips. "What, you thought I was going to just hand over all of this crazy stuff? No way, this is all far too valuable to just give out. It's the perfect method of payment for any discovery of my history." +

It was hard not to smile when he finally had some sort of hope after all the digging he's been doing. He hasn't been awake very long, but for him this loneliness has been...Troublesome. His smile widened, almost manic with his sharp rows of teeth as he spoke up with excitement. +

"It's possible that my uh..Memory wasn't...Up to date. That moron probably forgot about me at some point early on in my development. It's odd how sentimental I was, enough to keep this ring, but not enough to maintain the upkeep of my own personality." +

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He listened carefully, his eyes fixed on hers as he brows furrowed with a renewed intensity. His ears flattened against the top of his head as he began to realize the complexity of his amnesia-fueled conundrum. "That's...A lot to consider. Still, a ring like this is bound to have a reflection." +

He looked up at the piping on the ceiling, thinking to himself for another moment. ". . .Maybe I hurt her too somehow. You don't leave a ring behind unless you're parting ways...Right? Maybe I should try the other artifacts as well. They seem to have some sort of power, not like this one." +

". . ." His eyes looked as if the soul had just drained from his body. His brows furrowed again as he thought for a moment, his hands tightening into fists in his pockets. He took in a breath, steeling himself before letting out a sigh. "No, that can't be right." +

// completely random but if you main gogeta 4 in sparking zero you should put a toothpick under your toenail and kick a wall. <3

He only gave a slow, solemn nod as he thought to himself. "Maybe it wasn't an official marriage of any sort. From what I've been finding around here, the old me was pretty fixed on having a mostly solo lifestyle. Clearly...He wanted romance of some kind. That moron just couldn't..." He stopped. +

He's discovered an ice box full of meat. ...Holy fucking shit, he's really hoping he was a hunter or something. ...No, he's running to puke. Loud, messy groaning noises are heard in the solitude of the dark lab. He knew he was fucked up, but THIS...This is... ...He checked again. Prosthetics.

"Formally speaking I'm not actually a doctor." ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT | OC (temp pinned)

Hearing her explanation of the identity of this visage of Death, he gave her a nod. "Yeah, him! He was...The first person I met when I woke up. He explained a bit about what happened. He mentioned that I met a keeper after I died. A keeper who wept when she saw me. He didn't give me her name." +

"... That's unfortunate. I met an individual who claimed to be Death himself. According to him, I had plenty in life who loved and cherished me despite my wrongdoings. I'm looking for them. I don't even know their names, but one of them wears green or something. That's all I got." +

"...What kind of things do I have to worry about? Seriously, I think you know more than you're letting on. That makes me nervous." He took a couple hesitant steps forward, soon taking another grasp at the camera before frantically stepping back with it, as if he *needed* it. +

He thought for a moment, eyeing her as he took a step back. His hand explored the chain, checking for the ring that it held on his neck. Once he had a grip of it, he glanced down at it to visually confirm it before tucking it under his shirt. "To tell you the truth...I have no clue." +

He listened carefully to her as she taunted him. He knew well that by now, he was putty in her hands. He felt disgusted with himself all over again. He sneered, gritting his teeth yet keeping himself quiet. If this was to be his punishment, so be it. He had no choice but to heed her words. +

The servant to the Goddess of Power. Dinraal

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ! #MVRP #CAPCOMRP #SFWRP #SMASHRP #MEGAMANRP

"To tell ya the truth...I don't remember all of my sins. I spend every day scouring an old laboratory to piece it all together. It's a lot of work, but...The more I find, the more I destroy all the...Fucked up schematics I drew up...The better I feel. I'm sure I hid prototypes of 'em somewhere too."

He's frantically pacing around his spacious lab, stacking material and collecting more schematics. It looks like he's trying to empty the place out. Just then...The lights went out. "...Shit. Ssshhh...SHIT." He turns on his phone flashlight and starts waddling around looking for a breaker.

Oh-! He discovered bank information. ... What kind of fuckin' bank is this? This... Isn't a real bank. "...No fucking way, was I some kind of comic book villain? I had my own fucking bank???"

How frustrating that he would run into someone like this while trying to dispose of such sensitive material. He scowled, his red eyes glaring into her pink ones as he silently weighed his options. He didn't necessarily have a good selection of choices, but he knew what he wanted to do from here. +

He watched her take her place on his table, his eyes fixed on her. He seemed a bit conflicted, thinking to himself as his tail began to sway, signalling his curiosity. "...It may be there, but it's only a seed that's taken root. I don't have my innocence, but I still have my will to do good." +

"Researchers craving advancement will always try to find an opportunity to get it. Some at the cost of others." He let out a melancholic sigh. "I hate to say it, but...By the looks of my history, I was merciless. Burnin's too good for me. Hangin's too good for me. And yet...-" He stopped. "Uhg."

"...A sumo demon, hm?" He shrugged. "I used to be called the devil scientist. I was some sort of infamous...Evil researcher of some sort. That's about as far as my knowledge goes though. I need to dig through my old lab more and keep reading."

"A pair of dead men, huh? Funny...That seems to be a running consistency in my life from what my records say. I dated a keeper of the afterlife once...And apparently married some...Brash, violent gal. Can't...Remember her name though." He crossed his arms, letting out a sigh. "...Shame."

"...Damn." He crossed his arms, kicking up a bit of dirt as he thought to himself for a moment. "...H-Hey, are you gonna be alright? I still feel kinda..Shitty for hitting your throat like that. Hell, now that I think about it you didn't exactly ask for a coach either. I kinda pushed all of this."

He furrowed his brow, taking a step towards the table as he pulled a matchbox from his coat pocket. He lit a match, and dropped it in the center of the small stack of schematics. Slowly, they began to burn from the center. "If that were still me, I could make them all over again. No problem."

"...I see." He scoffed, crossing his arms. "If you intend to put this out in the world to defame me, don't waste your time. I was originally an infamous devil scientist by the name of Zero some years ago. I took my own life, but set a back-up at some point. Eventually, I came back as...This."

He gave a shrug. "By the looks of my history left behind by my predecessor... I've been around a vicious crew. I think I'll manage. Oye, I dunno how long you've been around, or how long you've known me...Do I look familiar at all?" He opened his arms, taking a step back for the lycan to check him.

"You're right, you know. Tell me, missie. How much did you see? Did you get what you wanted? Blackmail? Revenge? Or maybe you intend to make this sort of machine yourself?" He crossed his arms, dropping the schematics on his tabletop. "You don't have to be shy."

"No, it's fine. My sense of smell...Ain't what it used to be. Though my hearing is top-notch." He managed a cackle, placing his hands on his hips as he eyed the lycan.