Insecure

Sileas took her sweet time with approaching the unknown beast; A giggle bubbling out from petite painted lips.

If
she must guess- by its distressed noises alone- then the puppet wouldve
said that the creature was a blubbering coward. Not that anything was
wrong with that. She adores the faint of heart! In all her time hunting,
she found them to be the most unpredictable of the harvest pool; And
therefore the most delectable.

Recognizing the language to be (nearly) the same as her previous victim, she clears her throat,

“My dear, must you hide?”

She tries to coo, but her voice cracks, bouncing off the walls of the
makeshift hideaway. It was nearly impossible to interpret the puppet at
times with her mangled vocal chords.

A human hand rises from its
postion on a jutted hip to sheild her eyes. The light was starting to
wear her patience thin…What kind of stunt was the creature trying to
pull?

“Come now, Cast away your light. You only
…make this difficult!”

With her three fingered claw failing to
fit in the opening, she fishes one talon in after the Repairman. It took
a few minutes but her claw finally connects with (what she assumed was)
its body. Sileas hooked around it, yanking it out into the sunlight….

“Ugh.”

A look of disgust flashes across her patchy face as she tried to flick some black…something off her beautiful purple nail.

The Repairman heard something else entirely. He stopped shaking and looked at this thing in confusion.

“Mush will try?” he asked. “What does that mean?”

He was quick to shrink back, however, when he remembered what he was talking to.

“U-um,” he stammered, trying to cover his siren light, “I-i can’t t-turn it off unt-til…”

He trailed off, glimpsing at the crack in the Wall. An idea was starting to form….

“Waugh!”

He looked around desperately for an escape as the thing clawed for him, but there was none. He yelped as the claw went right into him and scooped a small part of him out.

As the…person?…was occupied with flicking the ink off her finger, he cleared his throat.

“…Y-you wanted to know about that, uh, ‘magic gate’?” he asked, hoping that would buy him some time.

“EEEK!” Bowyetta screeched as soon as she felt something land on her
head. It wasn’t long before she realized what it was. “Get off!” She
tried to shake the Repairman off her head. “You are trying to be
drowning Bowyetta!”

The blob creature wasn’t happy with Bowyetta’s squirming. “Stop it, both of you!” It said, swinging its arm to slam them both into the ground.

The
impact caused Bowyetta’s head to get quite stuck in the Repairman’s
body, but she continued trying to shake him off blindly. “B-Bowyetta
cannot seeing of anything! Be getting off of her right now!”

She didn’t see that the shadow was rearing up for another attack.

“Oh, sorry– what? No, I’m trying to–”

WHAM!

The Repairman saw stars for a few seconds, and when he shook them off, he saw that he was quite stuck on Bowyetta’s head. From the way she was hollering, he was apparently over her eyes.

“Oh, sorry,” he grunted, trying to pull himself off. No dice; he needed something to pry himself off with.

As he pulled out a tongue depressor, he saw that the monster was about to attack again. His eyes widened.

“Move back move back!” he shouted, frantically shifting his weight in hopes Bowyetta would move away in time.

Black, White, and Purple

“I knew you’d understand so  once you are done fixing this mountain  
you and I can  do something fun.” Shalbie said  to the repairman before
looking to the sides to see if they had company. Once the shadow noticed
they where alone he returned his attention to his shadowy companion
with a smile .

“ ˥lǝʍ

puǝᴉɹɟ

ǝɔuᴉs

noʎ

ǝɹǝʍ

ʎluᴉɐʇɹǝɔ

ʇsnɾ

ʇɥƃnoɹq

oʇ ǝlnɹʎH,
noʎ

ʎlqɐqoɹd

ǝʌɐɥ

ou

ɐǝpᴉ ʇɐɥʍ ǝʍ sʍopɐɥs uɐɔ op ɹoɟ
ɹɐq unɟ. ┴nq  ʇsnɾ ʞɔᴉʇs oʇ ʎɯ ǝpᴉs  puɐ  ll’noʎ  ʎlʞɔᴉnb.  ɹoɟ  sɹǝʇɹɐʇs ǝʍ plnoɔ oƃ oʇ ǝɥʇ ʞlᴉɯ

ɹɐq

.” Shadow commented on Shadow speak as he realized that maybe all
this confusion started because Shalbie had been addressing the Shadow
Blacksmith in light form Hylian.

“…yeah…” the Repairman replied, absently, before noticing that he was suddenly being spoken to upside-down. He turned around, dropping the roll as he finished up this patch.

“–ew yhw ,mU” he began. Realizing his issue, he cleared his throat.

“ǝsnɔS, ǝɯ’ ʇud ʎɥʍ ǝɹɐ ǝʍ pnᴉʞlɐʇ ǝʞᴉl sᴉɥʇ¿” he asked, hoping he was speaking correctly (at least, enough to be understandable).

He took a minute to think. Maybe they just got off on a very bad foot… He didn’t have to like the guy, but a milk bar might be nice.

“ʎɐʍʎu∀’ ɥn˙˙˙ǝɹns˙ I˙˙˙ssǝnƃ I uɐɔ oƃ oʇ ɐ ʞlᴉɯ bɐɹ…“

bonkakira-and-friends:

“No, I don’t think so, I was just wondering.”

He looked at the recently repaired arrows.

“You guys going to go see Bowyetta?” he asked. “And how’s the food going?”

“Oh! Is Bowyetta awake?” One of the arrows asks. “Come on, guys, we gotta go see her!” An then it joined the others in clambering up the stairs.

Shortly afterward, Vinny came out of the kitchen, carrying the tray with him. “Oh, Mr. Sir~! Thank you very much for watching Bowyetta~ I think we can handle it from here, though~ But, there was something Bowyetta wanted you to have…”

He produced a small piece of some sort of red fiber and handed it to the Repairman. “It’s something to remember her by, Mr. Sir~ She doesn’t give those out to many people~ In fact, she’s only ever given them to Beepsumu and Bonkakira…“ And with that, he followed the rest of the arrows up the stairs.

“Oh!”

The Repairman quickly pulled out a sandwich bag and put the fiber into it. That just might be going into his safe of especially treasured possessions!

“Thank you! Now, where was I…?”

There were still little cracks in the Wall all over that had to be taken care of. Realizing he was behind schedule, he pulled out several rags and began plugging each hole as fast as possible. Within minutes, the rags and cracks faded.

He took a moment to catch his breath, and waved goodbye as he went out the door to head to some kind of stick figure animation.

Thank you for being an absolute ray of sunshine! I always look forward to interacting and seeing you on my dash, you just brighten my day! The Repairman is so unique and definitely deserves alot more love (especially with all the crud we put him through, poor thing). Youre such a blast to talk to, and so inspiring! I can only dream of reaching your level of talent one day! Please keep up the awesome work, both here and your other blogs as well ^_^

[[Thank ye! And, fun fact, whoever you are (I have a couple of suspects), I betcha already surpassed my level of talent! So thanks, and you too!]]

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A few moments later, the Repairman came strolling down. He seemed unusually cheerful, bobbing his head from side to side and humming “Who Stole the Kishka” to himself.

“Oh hey,” he called out, waving to Beep, Light, and Albie. “How are you guys—”

He stopped, realizing two things. One, Beepsumu was in a tear in the void, and wasn’t part of this world anyhow. Two, the break in the Wall he was coming to fix was amongst all of them.

“…All right,” he sighed, “what happened?”

//shit, who do I reblog this from?

“Um, I don’t know, but maybe we should be going now…”

//and pass up all this nonsensical fun? Ha!

“Um- I don’t think that’s a good idea!”

//Mun chucks a pile of lit firecrackers into the group. Also, there is a copious lack of chicken dancing going on. Light, entertain me!

“No”

//too bad! 

Light starts chicken dancing, as do all the other ghost heroes with aversions to certain bird species. 

It was then that Susumu realized she could do anything that she wanted.

“Hey, Misfits! I feel like making a dance group, and you’re gonna join me!”

“Sorry, Susumu, I’d love to, but I’ve gotta fix this tear…”

“TOO LATE”

It wasn’t long before Susumu and the Misfits were back in their Heishi outfits, dancing about to some sort of J-Pop music.

[[Chickens huh this give me an idea, Shalbie hold this]]

“ Why am I holding a Cucco?”

[[Not just any cucco its an angry cucco, that was woken up thanks to Loafus’s attack on Albie, have fun!]]

“Why did you bring an angry cucco into this?”

“ wait I’m a shadow Cuccos can’t harm shadows!”

[[You sure? because look at this little guy over here…]]

“Huh?…”

“clu..clu… Cluck!”

“No way…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

both cuccos are now loose

Little did the Repairman know that it wasn’t a nondescript, copyright-free liquor in that bottle, but something from a magic shop from who-knows-where. Were he more willing to inspect the “XXX” label, he would see it was a sticker obscuring the actual name: “Potion of Kiroh Siin”.

After taking a few sips from the brown bottle, the inkblot failed to notice that he wasn’t getting any less sober and a faint bit of mist was emanating from his head.

“Well, here goes.”

And then, somehow, the legless blob thing tripped on his way over to Albie. Upon impact with the ground, he let out an “oof” and a fireball flew from his hand into a nearby wall, adding even MORE fire to the already firecracker-and-bird-infested problem.

Somewhere in the distance, a table giggled to itself.

//Now why didn’t I think of that? Hey boys, the ghosts of cuccos past have a bone to pick with you.

Suddenly, a whole flock of angry ghostly cuccos appear and start chasing after the boys, murder in their beady eyes.

“YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!”

*high pitched squeak*

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

//Hey Susumu, I think you need confetti canons for your dance group. Here!

*confetti canons poof into existence and start launching enough confetti into the air to put NYC on New Year’s to shame*

Hmm…now the Repairman’s new fire powers seemed kind of… quaint. Now I need some ideas…

Hmmm…

Oh! Suddenly, the Repairman has bird seed mixed in his ink, and retroactively, the potion was laced with Susumu-brand Carrot Pox Poison.

As several of the birds began to pursue and peck at the inkblot, all he saw were several tiny cake mixers trying to stir him away.

He threw fireballs everywhere, trying to scream for help, but all that came out was “CARAMEL STOPWATCHES FLOAT NEAR THAILAND AT 3 PM!!!!”

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Reblog this if you know it sucks to have threads dropped and can make people sad, but still understand that sometimes people need to do this.

Reblog this if you’re a decent person who understands that RP and plotting to RP is supposed to be a fun and not stressful.

Reblog this if you care more about your RP partner than your RP.

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A few moments later, the Repairman came strolling down. He seemed unusually cheerful, bobbing his head from side to side and humming “Who Stole the Kishka” to himself.

“Oh hey,” he called out, waving to Beep, Light, and Albie. “How are you guys—”

He stopped, realizing two things. One, Beepsumu was in a tear in the void, and wasn’t part of this world anyhow. Two, the break in the Wall he was coming to fix was amongst all of them.

“…All right,” he sighed, “what happened?”

//shit, who do I reblog this from?

“Um, I don’t know, but maybe we should be going now…”

//and pass up all this nonsensical fun? Ha!

“Um- I don’t think that’s a good idea!”

//Mun chucks a pile of lit firecrackers into the group. Also, there is a copious lack of chicken dancing going on. Light, entertain me!

“No”

//too bad! 

Light starts chicken dancing, as do all the other ghost heroes with aversions to certain bird species. 

It was then that Susumu realized she could do anything that she wanted.

“Hey, Misfits! I feel like making a dance group, and you’re gonna join me!”

“Sorry, Susumu, I’d love to, but I’ve gotta fix this tear…”

“TOO LATE”

It wasn’t long before Susumu and the Misfits were back in their Heishi outfits, dancing about to some sort of J-Pop music.

[[Chickens huh this give me an idea, Shalbie hold this]]

“ Why am I holding a Cucco?”

[[Not just any cucco its an angry cucco, that was woken up thanks to Loafus’s attack on Albie, have fun!]]

“Why did you bring an angry cucco into this?”

“ wait I’m a shadow Cuccos can’t harm shadows!”

[[You sure? because look at this little guy over here…]]

“Huh?…”

“clu..clu… Cluck!”

“No way…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

both cuccos are now loose

Little did the Repairman know that it wasn’t a nondescript, copyright-free liquor in that bottle, but something from a magic shop from who-knows-where. Were he more willing to inspect the “XXX” label, he would see it was a sticker obscuring the actual name: “Potion of Kiroh Siin”.

After taking a few sips from the brown bottle, the inkblot failed to notice that he wasn’t getting any less sober and a faint bit of mist was emanating from his head.

“Well, here goes.”

And then, somehow, the legless blob thing tripped on his way over to Albie. Upon impact with the ground, he let out an “oof” and a fireball flew from his hand into a nearby wall, adding even MORE fire to the already firecracker-and-bird-infested problem.

Somewhere in the distance, a table giggled to itself.