Bowyetta (Companion)
-2 Certainty
+7 Support
-1 Enunciation
“A strange one, that’s for sure, but she really is nice. She gave me Cat Slime, after all, and she did try to save me from those Bowyers. It’s just… hard not to worry about her, y’know…?”
Examine! Ace!
Ace (Companion)
+5 Leisure
+1 Teachable Moment
“Ace is apparently a traveler, too, and he doesn’t seem to mind when I drop by. Nice place to rest a moment. Gotta teach him more Toony (well, in this case, gamey) stuff, though. I think he’ll find it handy.”
Send “Examine!” and an item or person and I’ll write an RPG description of it/them.
(For example, a stormtrooper mask:
“A white mask with a black visor on the front. Putting it on, you realise that the visor isn’t even transparent. How are you expected to do anything competently like this?”)
((Oh, for those who don’t know, I recently started a fic blog for Zelda staring a grandpa Link and a toddler Link. It’s still under construction, but feel free to visit at @linking-the-generation-gap!))
“Bowyetta” flinched slightly. The rust had been there for quite some
time, and her skin had become rather sensitive because of it. She pouted
slightly as she spoke. “Bowyetta is knowing of this already, Mr. Sir~
Smithy is not much liking of her~” Her tone and face were angry, yet…
Was she starting to cry? “Bowyetta is much needing of something for her,
Mr. Sir~ Please to be looking at Bowyetta’s legs~ They are not much
being suited for someone of her stature~ You seeing where Bowyetta is
going with this~?”Meanwhile, Vinny had finally broken open the
lock. “Come on, Bowyetta~ You’re free now~ But be careful not to make
too much noise~”Bowyetta carefully climbed out of the cage, her feet making a soft clink
when they hit the floor. But, instead of escaping right away, her eyes
went over to “Bowyetta” and the Repairman. What was with that look she
was giving? Had she overheard everything?
The Repairman looked at the not-Bowyetta’s legs. Now that he actually looked at them, he couldn’t help but nod. The stubby things really didn’t fit her at all.
“Yeah, these could be worked on,” he conceded. Mind racing, he continued, “But you know what’s all the rage these days? Treads.“
He dug into a nearby pule of junk and pulled some worn-down old conveyor belt. He started to eye where the wheels of it would go.
“All terrain, hard to lose balance, and they look really cool!” he continued, hoping she was buying this stalling tactic.
He took a quick glance at the real Bowyetta, and saw she was free. But that look she was giving made him sweat a little…
“Um…” he continued, turning back to the fake one, “Though, for now, let’s finish getting the rust off you…”
“AUGH! What the-” Swiftly he closed and
locked the drawer. He didn’t know what creature had found it’s way in,
but he intended to keep it there until he could find someone to take
care of it.Songbird, still in her cage, looked hopelessly at
the drawer the repairman was now locked in. Could he get out? Was he
stuck in there? She didn’t know, but she certainly hoped not. She didn’t
want anyone to be stuck like her.The door slammed behind her
captor as he left, grumbling about odd creatures and useless girls. It
seems they have a bit of time before anyone else comes in.
“Oof!”
The Repairman sloshed from side to side as the drawer slammed back into the desk. As he settled, he heard a click and footsteps. Finally, the door closed.
He tried to climb back out, only to find the drawer was stuck. After a couple more tries, he sighed. He was locked in. Ah well, no problem…
“Right then,” he said, emerging from the drawer on the opposite side, “where were we?”
He pulled out the paperclip again, but stopped.
“Should prolly make sure that doesn’t happen again,” he noted aloud, looking at the door. “Hang on a sec.”
He dashed over there and started rapidly hammering away at some two-by-fours until the door was boarded up to his satisfaction, which meant half of it could not be seen under the boards.
-random hug from Shinko! –
“–!” exclaimed the Repairman as he was suddenly pulled into an embrace. His eyes swiveled until he saw a familiar face.
“Oh, hey Shinko!” he said, hugging the girl in return. “How’s the new world treatin’ ya?”
“Mr. Repairman… you would not believe the amount of meta there is, living in a town filled with my Creator’s other creations! It’s so fun just exploring and meeting new people… no drama yet, but I guess that’s good. The cafe there has really yummy food, too! Maybe whenever you’re not working, or if you happen to to need to stop by for work, maybe we could grab a bite to eat sometime!”
“Oh, I can believe it,” he chuckled. Any kind of “hub” for someone’s creations was bound to be at least a little meta. Still, he was surprised that he only visited the one time. Or was he just not paying attention again…?
He snapped out of this line of thought as Shinko told more about the town. It actually sounded pretty nice from what he had heard.
“I have a feeling I’ll be going there sometime pretty soon,” he nodded, “so I’ll have to do that then… But will you know if I’m there? Is it a small enough town that you’d just know?”
“What the…” Ravio mumbled from the counter, hearing the blaring loud
sound of something he couldn’t even explain. That little blob guy was
really freaking strange. That was for sure. The merchant moved from
around the counter, peering out the door. All he could see was some
plant matter going askew this was and that. Was he doing a lot of sword
spinning? Even Link couldn’t go that fast. And if he did, he’d probably
vomit.
After about three minutes, the whirring outside stopped, to be quickly replaced with a couple of clatters. And then the Repairman stumbled into the shop.
He was cradling a huge pile of rupees of all sorts of colors, and it was obvious from the way he moved that he wasn’t exactly prepared to carry so many. He swayed from side to side, occasionally dropping one as he went. Finally, he set the pile on the counter.
Now it could be seen that the Repairman was absolutely covered with grass clippings and stains, and he smelled like a freshly cut lawn and…smoke? Small droplets of ink formed sweat on him, and he had to take a breath before speaking again.
“Sorry…” he panted. “…I hope this is enough. I lost count around six hundred seventy-eight, and I don’t know how much the colors are worth. Is it any different?”
He turned his back to the counter and leaned against it, just to rest for a moment.
“Oh, no thanks,” the Repairman replied. After a moments thought, he asked, “Could I take one for the road, though?”
He was grateful for a better conversation piece, and he relaxed somewhat.
“Can’t say I know it,” he replied, casually. “Why?”
Bowyetta nodded, and handed over the unopened can. “W-well…”
Bowyetta had never actually thought about it before, but Bowyers didn’t HAVE much of a society. From what she could recall, her kind were basically uncontrollable, except by Smithy himself.
“To be certain, Mr. Sir… Bowyer society… Much unpleasant is being. In order to being successful amongst Bowyetta’s kind… You must be willing to be causing harm to others.” She started to look a bit sad. As a Bowyer, she still held a certain fondness for destruction and chaos, and yet… She had no desire to actually hurt people.
“B-But… Bowyetta…” She started tearing up again. “She is not being like them at all… Is she?” She looked at the Repairman. “Is Bowyetta not much being different?”
The Repairman took the can and pocketed it. It would stay cool in his hammerspace, he hoped.
As he listened to Bowyetta, he moved a little closer, and moved to pat the Bowyer’s…erm…back.
“You could have shot me out of the house when I came in,” he replied, not unkindly. “You could have just ditched me after I distracted those guys. In fact, that was the original plan. I’m glad you’re different from the other Bowyers, if that’s what you’re asking.”
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