Marie sighed, as the two of them came back to Inkwell Isle. Still, her brother was content enough here, and this place wasn’t the worst offender for Fourth Wall breaks. She just preferred worlds that made a little more sense.
The Repairman, for his part, was about to ask Marie for the bucket of liquid cement when he saw the large bird just….sitting there, gawking at the crack the blobs were set to fix.
“Um..you okay there…?”
Aggie told Cat Slime all about how Kit had “melted” in the blob and how it had taken her a while to get herself together enough for her to even get here. He was clearly upset, but managed to calm down somewhat by the end between talking to Cat Slime and seeing Kitterah managing.
“I hope you can Marie, that’s why I came to the experts!” She laughed a little which made her whole body jiggle and roll like jello.
“What are you looking for?” Kit asked. Once recovered enough from her laugh to stand still again, she then slowly shuffled over to peek into the tool box.
Cat Slime kept close to Aggie, smiling as he seemed to calm down a little.
The Repairman frantically moved to try and keep Kitterah stable as she laughed.
“Careful now…”
Meanwhile, Marie had pulled a ducky tube, an old laptop, and three different hand mirrors out of the toolbox until…
“AH! Here we are!”
She pulled out a box of plastic wrap, a lawn chair designed to have a bowl for a seat, a decently-sized blanket, a tarp, and a walker.
She handed the walker and one blanket to Kit, while placing the tarp on the ground.
“Now, as for the wrap…”
The Repariman, with alarming speed, dashed over and whispered to his sister, explaining how uncomfortable that was. Her cheerful face fell a little, but she gently placed the box back.
“Well, this should be plenty anyway.”
The Repairman looked around. Other than her suggestion of plastic wrap, Marie had set up a decent place to get used to things.
Susumu nodded. “Something with more of a simple pattern then?” she
asked. “I don’t think any of them really have any flat colors…”
After a few minutes of thinking and flipping through pages, Susumu
spoke up once more. “Well, let’s see… I don’t know about bow shapes,
but… The Wooly Bow is the most simple design, but I think she’d look
good in the Debutante Bow too. Is green her favorite color? They both
come in green…”
Konade, meanwhile, had prepared to pick up the phone. “We can order
it for you when you decide,” she said. “We’ve got the money to cover it,
so don’t worry about it.”
“…Yeah, I think you’re right,” the Repairman said, nodding. “Those two should work…”
He blinked as Susumu asked about Marie’s favorite color.
“…Um…I think so. She usually goes for orange and green…”
He looked at the catalog again.
“Oh, but what if she wants more colors to branch out? What then…?”
He looked up suddenly, and turned to Konade.
“Thank you,” he said, “but…”
He pulled a large sack of coins from assorted worlds from his hammerspace.
The Repairman looked and saw…a Mii, of all people. He wondered why whatever transport she was using brought her here of all places.
“Um,” he started, “you’re in the Soft Marketable Baby district of Toontown.”
He gestured vaguely around at the softly-colored suburban neighborhood. Various tricycles, strollers, balloons, and blocks could be seen scattered everywhere.
“I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman, and I’m a Toon!” he replied. He lifted up a baby Marie, who reached out to the Mii.
“The paint spatter is Marie, my sister and assistant. She’s not always a baby, mind you, but you know how magic works, right…?”
He shook his head as Marie gurgled cheerfully.
“…Anyway, who might you be? Where do you need to go?”
they don’t exist just for shipping, if you think that’s why then you’re GROSS.
they are just as complicated as male characters are, and deserve an equal chance.
a female character can be sexual, or not, that doesn’t make them a mary sue.
pushing them aside is kinda nasty, and not inclusive in the rpc.
THEY DESERVE THE SAME AMOUNT OF LOVE AS MEN DO.
“Course I do! Here, I got just the thing!” Shinko replied, reaching behind into her hammerspace.
Belial and Falcon managed to calm down and give the two some space when Shinko pulled out a Toon hole.
“Aha! Here we go!” She slammed it into the floor, effectively making it usable.
“Jump right in! First light in the ceiling you see, climb up and you’ll be in Duckburg!” Shinko told Marie with a grin, placing her hands on her hips in a proud manner. Really, she was just happy she could help a friend.
Marie looked on with interest as Shinko pulled out a portable hole. It was her first time seeing such a thing happen; the Repairman usually just walked to other worlds.
“Um…well,” she gulped, peering into the hole. “…All right. Here goes…”
She gently clambered in, breathing a sigh of relief when she realized the “ground” wasn’t that far below.
“Thank you so, so much for this!” she said, waving back out of the hole before she moved out of sight.
A few moments later, Shinko could hear echoes of the Repairman’s older-audio-quality voice. He sounded nearly out of breath.
“THERE you are! What happened to you?! I was worried sick!”
The three ghosts tracked the sagging ink blot with their eyes, following the slow descent. The baby paint blot blinked huge eyes up at them. The three ghosts blinked back.
“Hmmm… you know, I’m pretty sure Vio’s got a good glamour spell. He could just… make our shades look like our regular selves. Then we wouldn’t freak Marie out or freeze her on accident.”
“Now that’s usin’ yer noggin!” Twilight praised. He then lifted his hat, where Buttercup had been hiding. “Hey Buttercup, think ya could get Vio fer us?”
The little luma saluted “Aye aye, captain!” and zipped off to places unknown.
Approximately ten minutes later, three magicked-into-not-freaky-looking-forms shades had scooped Inky onto a cot taken from the ink blot’s toolbox, and were either quietly patching the cracks in the general vicinity (they’d catch hell from Inky later, for sure, but the poor blot needed his rest and someone needed to do it) or were gently bouncing the baby paint spatter around while she giggled.
Snap.
Cat Slime got a good picture of Marie on a sleeping Repairman
Snap.
Of the Link ghosts hovering over her, keeping eye contact with her.
Snap.
Of Marie giggling as she was bounced by the glamoured ghosts.
He soon looked up from his photography, however, to squeak and ask if Marie was okay. She seemed like it, but it was good to make sure.
“Mi mi?”
“Meh! Meh mah!” Marie imitated Cat Slime, cheerfully.
And so Cat Slime gestured towards the ghosts, asking to come up to meet her.
Karaoke Bomberdog’s visible eye lit up. “Oh! I’m glad you asked!” she
declared. “Of course, I don’t know why I never showed you to begin
with!”
She put her paw on the side of her head. “You’ve probably already
guessed this, but we all have different abilities,” she began, “You’re
wondering why they call me Karaoke Bomberdog, aren’t you? I’d be happy
to give you a demonstration right now!”
With that, the dog took a deep breath and began singing as loud as she could. “Theeeere’s JUUUUUST one MEEEE…”
Of course, she didn’t have any music to accompany her, but did she really need it? Her voice was glamorous enough as it was.
“Oh, wow! You all have special codena–”
And then Karaoke Bomberdog started to sing. Well, belt out a song. Well, screeching.
Even screeching was sounding a little generous at this point. Marie was stretching her bow, trying not to curl up into a ball or wail in agony.
The Repairman twitched, looking at his siren light uneasily. The bulb had a tendency to shatter under such sounds, even at the distance he was right now.
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