Hare’s bounced into Alixon’s greenhouse now and then. Not that it happen often. Like bird’s, getting stuck inside with the inability finding the exit out. That was a returning occurrence. But hare’s…. Maybe three time’s a week they made the greenhouse into a safe space from foxes and hawks. Near unfaced when a humanoid blue being walked past, and kept feasting on whatever they found.
This burrow… though… Al grazed her lower lip evaluating. She had found three counting this one and probably there be more. Cocky hares this year. Alixon though, grinned satisfied, stood, turned, going to finally fetch on of her gun’s. Time for the freezer to be full again! and remind these bun buns there harsh bill staying to long~
Later the next week her family members, Pandora, Wendalyn, Maria, and Huugin
was gifted with a hare foot. Even Xhuuya, Puck and Harrison got one (in the mail), attached with a piece of raven feather from Alixon’s late ear. (Destroyed into piece’s during her and Xhuuya’s ‘friendly fight’,recycled.)
The squeamish INFP looked around nervously, twiddling with
the loose hem of baby-puke-yellow-sweater. Call him unusual, but he’d really
rather be in his cozy bed than standing in this very, very cold nuclear dump in
the dead of night.
“Come on Ollie, live a
little!” Percival (ENFP) flashed his signature maniacal grin. “When’s the last
time you did something exciting?!”
“This isn’t exciting, this
is suicide!” the other whispered harshly. “Why are you even dragging me along in the first place?! Can’t you
get some other INFP to help you break the
law?!??!! And all for some ridiculous INTJ girl who doesn’t even know you
exist…” He wrapped his arms around
himself in an attempt to self-sooth. The ENFP had thrown an arm around
him, but for some strange reason, it was doing little to help.
“Eh, tomato, tomato; potato, potato.”
“You said that the exact same w—”
Percival (ENFP) slapped a hand over the INFP’s face,
annoyed. “No one likes a know-it-all, Oliver. Sheesh, no wonder I’m your only
Oliver (INFP) slapped the other hand away, indignant. “You
are not my only—ahh!” The slap had sent him off balance so that he fell backwards
and into the huge pit of…for lack of better term, waste. Thankfully, the INFP
was a light-weight, so the sheer mass of garbage stopped Oliver (INFP) from
sliding more than a few feel. However, it was far enough to land next to—
“Oh my god, there’s a dead body!”
The ENFP’s eyebrows creased together in a frown. “Oliver,
stop messing around! I’m seriously about this, and I’m not letting you screw it
up for me!” The only response he received was a timid squeak of panic. Percival
skillfully trotted down to where his friend lied, being careful not to step in any
suspicious-looking shadows or puddles. He squinted his eyes at the “dead body’.
“Dude, that’s just a robot.”
Reaching out his hand, he grabbed the other male by the
front of his sweater and hauled him back to his feet. “Stop flipping out over
nothing,” Percival (ENFP) rolled his eyes.
The other sniffed. “My sweater…it’s ruined…My nana knit this for me on the day she died!”
Percival patted the other’s shoulders in comfort. Well, at
least he knew why the introvert wore something so ugly so often. “That’s rough,
buddy.” He started to feel guilty once tears pricked the corner of Oliver’s
“It’s alright,” Oliver (INFP) sighed, “At least my little
sister will stop making fun of me now…” Yeah… for some strange reason, Percival
didn’t think that was going to happen anytime soon.
The sound of an engine resonated behind them. The extrovert
put a figure to his mouth to silence the other and crouched down low as to not
be seen. Oliver (INFP) got the message and was more than happy to try to stay
out of sight.
Once the dump truck was close enough, Percival (ENFP) sprang
into action. Grabbing the INFP, he maneuvered themselves to be under the fall
of trash being dumped. (Most of it was just failed experiments). That way, when
the robots checked to make sure all the waste was securely in the pit, they
wouldn’t spot the two trespassing idealists.
Putting his black gloves on (for camouflage purposes), he
grabbed onto the rim of the truck. (At this point in time, he was engulfed in a
sea of broken computer parts and neutralized chemicals; the un-neutralized chemicals went to the
toxic waste dump instead). The drones/robots came out to make sure everything
was good-to-go, then went back inside the truck.
Before they could close the back end, Percival (ENFP) heaved
himself up and into the back of the truck, dragging his friend behind him.
The two gasped for relief. They could sit back and relax for
a couple hours before they arrived at the Rational’s Institution.
“You positive they can’t see or hear us back here?” Oliver
(INFP) asked with a worried tone.
“Yup!” The ENFP beamed. “This is the only blind spot. Makes
sense though because who would hide
in garbage anyway?”
January 16 xxxx
Rational Institution Teacher’s Lounge
“That’s plain ridiculous, Mark.” Marty (ENTP) shook his head
at Mark (INTP). “I know you’re paranoid, but this is going too far. We do not
need surveillance cameras in the back of our dump truck.”
Mark’s (INTP) face took on a quiet, disturbed look. “I don’t
know, Marty,” he mumbled, “I have a feeling about this. I think…I fear that
someone in about seven months from now, you know the start of the new school
year, will try to use our trash system as a means to sneak into the Academy.
They robots don’t see everything all the time.”
The ENTJ looked at the INTP incredulously. “Mark, we’ve
talked about this. When you get too paranoid about something, just go to your
“Shut up now.”
August 22, xxxx
Rational Institution, South Dorm Hall, Room 12
“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this…” Oliver (INFP) looked over his reflection in the
mirror. He was wearing the classic deep blue uniform of the Rational Academy (Why have uniforms? Because it’s so much easier than having to pick out your own clothes every day.). He had purposely not attended to his hair to aid his
appearance as an “INTP”. He was even wearing a fake silver wristband of
identification that stated his name was “Quintus
Pickle” and his personality type was an “INTP”.
“Really, Perce?” he drawled. “Quintus Pickle? You couldn’t have thought of anything, oh, I don’t
know more unbelievable?!”
The other rolled his eyes, attempting to make his hair stand
on end to resemble that of an ENTP’s. “Quit your yappin’, Quinty; I don’t want
an ear infection the first day. Besides,” he slapped his uniform to wrinkle it
and make it appear untidy, “there are plenty of people with the name Quintus
The ENFP shot him a mega-watt smile. “Quintus Pickle, that’s
who! Say, Quinty, I think you should practice your monotone. You know, sound
more INTP-esque, m’kay?”
Oliver (INFP) made a sound of frustration, throwing his
hands in the air. “My god, you’re so entirely unbelievable, sometimes that I wonder why anyone can even stand your presence! If we get caught, we’ll get expelled from the Idealist Institution, and you know what
that means? We’ll have to go to a co-ed institution in a Co-Ed District filled
with all the other expelled ne’er-do-wells! And that means we can’t go to college, and my whole future will be
ruined because of you!”
The smile dropped off of Percival’s face as he best friend
stood all riled up in front of him. Oliver seemed to realize how cruel his
words for, for his expression quickly morphed into one of empathy. He opened
his mouth to speak, but Percival beat him to it: “Don’t you think I know that? Look, I know you think I’m being stupid, but I can’t shake this feeling that this girl – this INTJ – is my
future. It’s pretty thoughtless of me just to follow my heart like that, but I was
never that good at thinking anyway. It means the world to me that you came along with me
and are risking you dreams for this. Without you, this wouldn’t even be possible. And don’t worry; I’ll be dead
before I let it come to that.”
The INFP’s shoulders slumped. “That’s what best-buds are
for. I just hope we both know what we’re doing.”
Percival (ENFP) slapped Oliver (INFP) on the back hard
enough to make the second stumbled forward. “I’ve got it all under control! Or rather, my INTP brother has it all under
control! The little hacking-genius altered our files and added us to the
Rational School’s database. There’s so many students here anyway, I doubt
they’ll even suspect a thing!”
August 22, xxxx
Rationals Institution, Science Building, Room 304
“Soooooo, Wendalyn, was it? Can I call you Wen?”
The INTJ looked up to the ENTP who she was unfortunate
enough to be assigned lab partners with. So far she had only known him for less
than five minutes, and already she knew he was an insufferable idiot. Why do you hate me, universe? She
released a sigh through her nose. “No, you may not call me ‘Wen’.” There are so many intelligent people at this
Institution, yet I always get stuck with the fools.
“Great!” he smiled and clapped his hands together. “So Wendy
it is!” She would’ve corrected him again, but figured it wasn’t worth the
wasted breath, for she had a feeling that he would persist calling her whatever
he damn-well-pleased. “My names’ Bruce Kent!”
It was going to be a looooong
October 15, xxxx
Rationals Institution, Lunch Grounds
“There she is.” Percival (ENFP) smiled dreamily at Wendalyn
(INTJ) sitting quietly across the grass lawn with two other friends. The feeler
always seemed to have a smile on his face, but lately, that smile looked more
him look more like a love-sick-puppy rather than his default adrenaline-junkie
look. (He was very close to being an S). “Isn’t she so striking???” He sighed and slumped against the pole to his right.
The INFP to his right signed tiredly. “In a ‘don’t talk to
me unless you want to die’ way, then yes, she does.” Unlike Percival (ENFP),
Oliver was fitting into the role of “Quintus Pickle, INTP” quite nicely. All he
had to do was act even more introverted and everyone bought it.
Ignoring his friend’s comment Percival said, “I’m going to
go sit by her!” and bounded off towards the poor girl.
Oliver (INFP) reluctantly followed suit.
After a few weeks of perusing the object of his affections,
Percival (ENFP) still had yet to make any progress with the INTJ. Of course,
Oliver (INFP) knew it was unlikely to make any progress with an INTJ, but he was anxious for her to
start showing some positive response
because, frankly, he wanted to be done with the whole excursion.
shouted, coming to a stop before the irritated looking girl. “Thanks for saving
me a seat!”
“I didn’t,” she deadpanned.
Her other two friends, another INTJ and an ENTJ regarded the
pair with curiosity. While the ENFP (or, as they thought, ENTP) annoyed them, it
was too entertaining to watch him rile their friend up for them to mind his presence.
He ignored her, opting to sit right beside her than to make
a retort. “Hey, have you met my friend, Quintus?”
Oliver (INFP) walked up behind Percival (ENFP), sitting
beside him. He timidly waved hello, but offered no verbal response.
“Quintus, Wendy, Wendy, Quintus,” he said, gesturing in-between
“It’s Wendalyn, not
Wendy.” She rolled her eyes, aggravated.
Percival (ENFP) pouted and slumped, giving her big, puppy
eyes. “But your friends call you
“You are not my friend, just a weird ENTP who likes to
follow me around for reasons beyond my comprehension.” Wendalyn (INTJ) took a
bite of her apple, dismissing the other.
Oliver’s (INFP) eyes narrowed at the girl. Was she… bantering with Percival?! Was she
actually warming up to his presence and did she, perhaps, even begin to like him? Oliver (INFP) refrained from
jumping with joy. That would be exceedingly weird behavior, especially for an “INTP”.
“Is there a reason that you are intently starring at my
Oliver (INFP) blinked and realized that Wendalyn (INTJ) had
caught him staring. He racked his brain, trying to think of what an INTP would
do. Sluggishly, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and blinked once more.
“Aw, don’t worry,” Percival (ENFP), patted her on the shoulder
with a smile. “I’m not the jealous type!”
The smallest of blushes surfaced on her cheeks, yet even
still, her expression gave away nothing. “What do you mean by that?!” She
slapped his hand away.
Unfazed, the ENFP continued grinning and even let loose a
small giggle. “Whatever you want it to mean.”
While they continued to bicker, Oliver (INFP) starred,
stunned by what he was witnessing. If there was anything he was certain about,
it was his ability to tell when someone had a crush. And that INTJ definitely had a crush on his best
Maybe things weren’t so
bleak after all.
October 22, xxxx
Rational’s Institution, Math Building, Room 214
“They’re onto us, Perce! We
have to leave now.” Oliver (INFP) was
upset, but mainly frightened. An hour ago before the school session was out, an
announcement sounded on the intercom which stated that there were two unidentified
students who weren’t rationals had somehow snuck onto school premises and were
attending classes as regular students. It said to alert a teacher
immediately to report suspicious behavior.
How a higher-up had
discovered the extra count in students, Percival (ENFP) had no idea. His little
brother was a prodigy when it came to technology; he made sure that his hacking
was fool-proof! “I know, I know, but I need just a little more time! Give me… a
week! After a week, I’ll ask her out. I swear.”
“That’s just dandy, but we
don’t have a week,” Oliver (INFP)
persisted. “Co-ed institution, remember?! Now contact your brother and tell him to re-secure us in the Idealist
The two feelers shrieked
like, well, like feelers. Percival (ENFP) jumped back so that he fell on top of
one of the desks while Oliver (INFP) simply clutched his heart and gasped for
“Mr. G-Goodfellow,” Percival
stuttered out, for once not smiling. “What’re you doing here?”
Mr. Goodfellow (INTP) tilted
his head with an odd expression on his face. Looking around the room he said. “This
is my classroom.” He strode over towards the two, casually sliding his hands
into his pockets. “Would you two mind accompanying me to the Headmaster’s
Percival (ENFP) said “Yes,”
the same time Oliver (INFP) said, “No.” Oliver (INFP) glared at his companion,
harshly elbowing him in the stomach. “I mean no,” Percival (ENFP) wheezed, “Of
course we don’t mind going with you to the Headmaster’s office…”
Mr. Goodfellow’s (INTP)
eyebrows drew together. “Why would you go with me to the Headmaster’s office?”
He looked genuinely confused.
Without thinking Oliver
(INFP) blurted, “Because you asked us to.” Percival (ENFP) face palmed in
frustration; the goody-two-shoes INFP had given away their perfect escape-plan opportunity.
Mr. Goodfellow was notorious for his short-term memory issues, so it’s not like
he would have remembered or anything.
He stroked his chin in
thought. “Hm…” the young teacher murmured, “I wonder why I did that…” Shrugging
it off, he motioned for the other two to fallow him, and began leading the way
to the Headmaster’s office.
October 22, xxxx
Rationals Institution, Headmaster’s Office
“Let me get this straight,”
Mr. Alivio (ENTJ), the Headmaster, massaged his temples in frustration. “You
two Idealists managed to sneak in threw our trash
system, hack into our system giving yourselves fake I.D.s, a room, and on our roster, without anyone
“That, uh, sounds about
right,” Percival (ENFP) nervously rubbed the back of his neck while Oliver
(INFP) simply stared at the ground, expression filled with shame.
Mr. Alivio (ENTJ) looked
incredulous. “And you hacked into our
systems? By yourself?”
“No.” The three heads shot
towards Mr. Goodfellow (INTP); it was his first time speaking since he entered
the room. He seemed to find the ceiling very interesting. “They said something
about his younger brother ‘re-securing [them] into the Idealists’ institution database’
before I walked in.”
Apparently, Mr. Goodfellow
(INTP) didn’t forget everything…
The ENFP sighed in defeat. “Yeah…my
little brother goes here. B-but he’s only fourteen, please don’t be too harsh
on him! He was only trying to help his big brother out, you know?”
Mr. Alivio nodded towards
his co-worker. “Thank you, Mark.” Turning back to face the two adolescents he
said, “Look, technically I should report you two to the police. What you two
did broke multiple laws, including fraud and hacking. However,” the two boys were holding
their breaths, “this just begs the question: why
did you two do it?”
Percival (ENFP) opened his
mouth, but the nervous INFP beat him to it and blurted, “Percival wanted to
hook up with an INTJ girl.” He slapped a hand over his own mouth, horrified
that he’d spoken that aloud.
The two rationals shared a
look. “…Did it work?” asked Mr. Goodfellow (INTP). He appeared truly intrigued.
Mr. Alivio (ENTJ) shot his
companion an exasperated look. “Mark, don’t
“What? I was merely curious.”
“Almost…” Percival (ENFP)
sighed and slumped in his seat. “Now it’s all ruined…”
Mr. Alivio (ENTJ) swiftly
stood and strode across the room to open the door. It was clear that his talk
was done with the two feelers. “Pack whatever things you have; you’ll be on the
first train to the Idealist Institution tomorrow morning.”
Oliver (INFP) stiffened,
almost afraid to even hope. “You mean…we’re not going to be put into a Co-Ed
“PLEASE DON’T EXPELL MY BABY
BRO!” Percival (ENFP) looked almost like he was crying.
Sighing, Mr. Alivio (ENTJ)
rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You two will be expelled from this institution, but I have no power on
what the Idealist Institution will do with you, and frankly, I just want to wash
my hands of this mess. Most likely, you’ll be let off with a
warning. Rest assured, Mr. Cornwall, we won’t expel your brother – but he’s not
exactly what you’d call ‘off the hook’, either. I will have a personal talk with him.”
The two nodded and quickly
scurried out of the room, not wanting to tempt their good fortune.
Once Mr. Alivio (ENTJ) shut
the door after the two boys, he turned to find his companion giving him a rare
smug smile. “Don’t you dare,” Mr. Alivio (ENTJ) shot him a glare.
Mr. Goodfellow (INTP) simply
shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” For once, he was lying about
October 22, xxxx
Rationals Instutiton, North Dorm Hall, Room
Percival (ENFP) knocked on
Wendalyn’s (INTJ) door, knowing it would be the last chance to do so. Sure, he
was breaking a major rule, but he’d already broken a few anyhow and he’d be very upset if
he never fulfilled the whole reason he came
to the Rational’s institution in the first place.
As soon as she opened the
door, he became inflicted with diarrhea of the mouth. “It was a couple years
ago,” he started, “When I first saw you. And…I just knew it, right then and there. I would see you every so often on
the train, but for some reason, I never had the chance to talk to you. Every
time would finally work up the nerve,
you’d get off the train, or someone would call you over, or something.” After that, he explained everything
that’d happened the past month.
The whole time she listened,
expression unchanging. When he finally finished she said, “So you are a stalker.”
His eyes widened with panic,
and he waved his hands profusely. “No! No, I’m not a stalker, never have and never will be!”
Wendalyn (INTJ) did
something that was bizarre. She threw her head back and laughed at him. At the
other’s puzzled expression she explained, “Brue—er, Percival, I knew you weren’t an ENTP.”
He frowned. “…You did?”
“Well, you didn’t exactly hide the fact that you’re a feeler very
well, and a strong one at that.”
“Then why didn’t you tell
She looked at him with a
more familiar expression; exasperation. “What evidence would I have given, hm? Plus, I was waiting to see how it would all play out, or if you would tell me.” Was it his
imagination, or did he see a faint blush penetrating her skin?
He spread out his arms
playful with a smile on his face. “Here I am!”
She looked uncomfortable. “Yes…there
you are.” A silence followed, but it wasn’t exactly awkward. “So…Percival?” she
quipped. Smiling deviously, she asked, “Can I call you ‘Perce’?”
It was an attempt to
irritate him by recreating their first conversation. It only made him smile
wider. “Sure! I don’t mind.”
Her eyebrow twitched. “I’ll
call you Percy, then.”
“Huh,” he tapped his lips
thoughtfully, “I haven’t been called that since primary school.”
She slipped something in his
hand “I’ll see you around then, Percy.” Then she shut the door.
Looking down at the small
scrap of paper, he saw a phone number written down. His heart fluttered.
It seems that Wendalyn does not have any other outfit other than her witch outfit, and does not appear in any other games except the PC original and Agents. This was drawn in Staedtler Lumocolor pens and colored in Photoshop.
“This was fun, we should do this again.” Alixon said tickled to Wendalyn and Metroman all ‘sitting’ on the city’s fotball arena out on energy apart from her, tho even them should be after flying around the planet 100 times trying set a new record and funny thing was non had won~ 1 minute apperently impossible with so many rounds.
“Why…” Metroman exhaled were he laid in the grass gasping. “Did I do this again..?”
“Who cares!!-” Wendalyn wheezed irritated. “Save your breath to next round weakling, Im gonna win this shit!!-” she huff and fall to the ground again in Alixon’s enjoyment the one to push on the competition.
After muscleman asked if he should use his sight to check so her babies was allright in the tummy Alixon throught it be a bad day but clearly not, heros was funny now and then, and see, she had meet up with Wendalyn to! Now the sol worry was if she be late for her second lunch at home.