A strange RP

[Untadaike]

Frigo looks up suddenly from a mouth of dirt and looks in Aoshi's direction.
"çашто виxе∆, Ó¥ зајеб се се cе игратеавати", he yells back.

[Lotus Wolf]

"Опростите?" Aoshi said.

[Untadaike]

"ƒeçaœ, µø!", Frigo responded, shocked.

[Lotus Wolf]

"I don't quite understand your dialect, I apologize." Aoshi said.

[Untadaike]

"All languages change over time", Frigo shrugs. "I must be outdated. What I speak was spoken three hundred cycles past". Frigo shakes his head. "I be the being to apologize."

[Glabbit]

Yamada lifted his head. "Da!" He said, and his head fell back down, digging into the ground with a CLUNK.

[Untadaike]

"Yamada? Hello...?" Frigo taps the metallic head-

(bump)

[invertin]

The Time Manager has absolutely no idea what is going on.

His hat starts floating above his head for some reason.

[Lotus Wolf]

Aoshi seems puzzled.

[Untadaike]

Frigo gives up on Yamada. He sits cross-legged in front of a boulder and waits. He hears a scuffling sound. A small rodent crawls from a hole and Frigo scoops it up. After observing the mammal struggling with fear for a seconds, he calmly breaks it neck with a snap and shoves it whole down his throat. A deep gurgling and roaring comes from his throat. He laughs maniacally and scoops up a sharp rock, shoving it into Aoshi's hands. Frigo then kneels at the boulder, placing his head on the flat side, one ear upwards.

"Kill me"

[Glabbit]

Before Aoshi had time to react, Yamada had jumped up and grabbed the rock out of his hands, throwing it aside as he kneels by Frigo.
"No, friend." His metallic voice groaned. "Yet time, It is not"

Suddenly a circle of rock underneath Yamada morphs into a clock face, and flips over, making the ringing sound an alarm-clock might give, whilst sending Yamada down into unseen depths of an underground passageway. In the last second before Yamada's face disappears under the flipping clock-face, he glares in the direction of the Time Manager.
"Articulatiooooooo—"
His voice was cut off as the clock-face thudded shut again, and returned to being solid rock.

[invertin]

The time manager said nothing. Though his face said something along the lines of "What the fark is this I don't even-"

The hat started spinning while floating slightly higher off of his head.

[Glabbit]

There was a muffled, but incredibly strong rumble to be heard— to be felt coming from far below in the rock, presumably the area where Yamada had now found himself.

[McJoggin]

Boat Coach sat motionless in his full-body cast, thinking: "Boy, I sure do wish SOMEBODY would take me out of these casts so I could be a part of this again.

[Glabbit]

Suddenly some of the above-floating clouds swirled around at surprising speed, flowing through the air in circular motions as if predicting a hurricane.
Suddenly, they stopped, their extremely unusual formation not at all hard to recognise as a clock face.
Yamada fell out of them, screaming.
"PEKING PLATYPUS DUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

Falling out of sight behind a hill in the plains, a muffled thump could be heard.
The ground did not shake on impact.

A few moments later, Yamada was to be seen, climbing over the hill, covered in feathers, while a few strips of patterned cloth hung over his right shoulder and left arm. He was grinning as far as his metallic face would allow without it splitting in half.
His Playdough-hands had formed into a bowl, and in it lay a small chess piece.
"Found something" he said, offering it to the imprisoned Boat Coach.