((ask/rp blog)) Hi my name's Jasper Batt Jr. and I'm the final boss from the Game: (No More Heroes 2: Desperate Struggle)((Just a quick note: my muse's emotions have nothing to do with how I feel. I RP how I feel my muse will react. and I do not godmod, he does have weaknesses)) Current M!A: noneM! Asks on hold: none
Stop killing my mood or I’ll wipe the floor with your face. *Jasper frowned, still refusing to open his eyes.* I swear, you’re like the bug, male equivalent to a teenage drama queen. When are you gonna learn to take a chill pill?
"I don’t take CHILL PILLS nor do I…
You may kill my mood, but you’re an interesting study. *Jasper yawned* You act aggressive, but won’t act if the opponent has the upper hand. You claim you don’t have “positive” emotions, and yet you take care of kittens.
*Jasper opened his eyes slightly.* I see you as a test subject. I’ve acted both kind and mean to obtain data. However, your bravado is what fascinates me. You bare your teeth and claw the ground, regardless of whether I fear your threats or not. Yet, you know that I could end you if given the proper “trigger”.
Unfortunately, Renate was a little too wrapped up in her own giggly musings to notice anything unusual. She flew right by the suspended rodent without incident.
((Hello! Sorry this reply took so long. I’ve been out of commission until recently. Also, sorry short reply is short. XD ))
"…What’s a pizza?" Although Renate had inherited a fair amount of memory from her parents, she’d never heard of or seen a pizza before. Puzzled, she eyed the maybe-stranger.
"Okay…Jasper….how did you get so big? You’re all huge and muscle-y all of a sudden."——————————————————————————————————-
A pizza is… You know a… Uh… *How does one describe something that isn’t a pastry to someone that has only known pastries their entire life?* Tell you what? I’ll bring you one when I come back next time?
*By then Jasper had placed the marshmallow close to Renate, but a good distance away so as not to light the rest of them.* I’m all “muscley” because I was too small to lift the marshmallow. So I made myself bigger.
*After the wrestler carved a small trench around the plushy treat, his eyes began to glow, and a few mysterious sparks later the marshmallow became a fire.* I just don’t like the way it works.————————————————————————
Renate’e eyes widened as the maybe-stranger worked. What he said could…perhaps make sense? ….Did Jasper ever say he could make himself bigger? Did Jasper have laser-eyes?
…Did Jasper know what a ‘pizza’ was?
"Are you magic?" She asked, noting his glowing eyes. "I’m magic, so I can make myself bigger, if I wanted. Why don’t you like doing that to yourself?"
Maybe it really was Jasper. Renate had forgotten she could change size, too. The new person didn’t seem to be wanting to hurt her, at any rate.
Magic? *Jasper asked as he got up and plucked some chocolate and gram crackers from the ground.* No, in my game it’s called science. In a way it’s magic that can be explained, I guess. *As he returned he also picked up 2 large cinnamon sticks and a few smaller marshmallows.* The way I transform is a gruesome one, but I’ll try and keep it as.. Unscary as possible.
As I am, at the current moment, *The wrestler said as he began to put the soft treats on the cinnamon sticks.* my body appears to be stretch to its limits with the new muscle I’ve acquired. *When he finishes, Jasper hands Renate a stick for her to start toasting her marshmallow.* Thats exactly how it is, although I can’t feel it. It’s like having really scary growth pains in every bit of my body when it starts, but when it ends it’s like nothing happened. *By the time Jasper finished, his marshmallow had formed a light brown coating.*
Well, now that we have disturbing conversation out of the way, I have something to tell you.
*The wrestler sandwiched his marshmallow between two gram crackers and a chocolate piece he grabbed from the pile of ingredients he had gathered.* I met up with your mother a short while ago, when I couldn’t find you. *Jasper smiled sheepishly before taking a bite of his s’more.* Apparently, you weren’t supposed to share any thing about your Mom’s history with me. I hope you didn’t get into trouble.
Renate stuck a marshmallow on her cinamon stick and started to roast it in the fire. But at the mention of her Mother, she forgot it was there. “Huh? I haven’t gotten in any trouble.”
She paused. “Mom’s been mostly quiet and…well, ‘blank’ and cold lately. Well…she was until Dad woke up. Now, she’s more like she was.” Her marshmallow charred, and melted into the fire. Renate didn’t notice. “Mom’s the kind of person who…’holds stuff in’, you know? She won’t admit it, but I think what happened to Dad really got to her. She just wouldn’t act like it around us, because…I think maybe she felt like she needed to protect us.”
*Jasper was about to take another bite of his s’more, but stopped himself as he became more aware that not all had been well for the cybrid.* Wait, what happened while I was away? Is everything going to be alright?
The odds of me dying after some sort physical contact is at 100%. So, no.
… Probably continue running Pizza Batt? I DONT KNOW?!
I haven’t thought past the killing part yet.
Who came up with this?!
Whoever you are, you just made it to the list of people I hate more than Travis.
What is with these bizarre questions???
Do you guys want me to have an emotional break down?!
We don’t even get along! Margaret, if this is you, it better be for hating me!
I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out.