(Askthefwrp)

Rosalina warmly smiled at the fourth wall repairer’s remark. There
were no other gratitude, even something big, that she can achieve but a
simple ‘thank you’ that was rather pleasant to her than something
either big or nothing.

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“I
am always happy to help you, kind sir. That is what I am happy to do.”
she softly stated and turned away to bring the cart over.

Once
the cosmic watcher got there, she spotted the cart that was happened to
be positioned where it was somewhat far than where the repairer there
before. Hmm, maybe one of her Lumas must have moved it back so then it
wouldn’t fell off the edge. The lady in blue floated towards the cart
and moved it back to the repairer.

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“Here you are.” she called, bringing the cart over.

“Right,” he said, accepting the cart, “thank you.”

He looked at where the crack was. Huh. Turned out the Observatory made it so he didn’t have to go back into zero-gravity. All he had to do was wheel his tools over to the far end. He was silently grateful for this; space was pretty to look at, but he wouldn’t want to get sick again.

He was about to get moving, but stopped.

“Hey, um,” he said, embarrassed, “I don’t think I got your name…”

kitterahsdollhouse:

Kitterah stood by the lake, gathering up her magic. After all, while fireworks were certainly within her capabilities, she had never made them before and she wanted to make special ones. Instead of snapping her fingers, she clapped her hands; a whole array of fireworks appearing before her. She grinned and snapped her fingers to set off the first volley, sending them up high to make sure they could be seen. 

They popped magnificently, loud and bright, splashing color and sound on the otherwise dark night. Reds, gold, green, purple, silver, pink lit up the sky one after the other. There were even a few special ones mixed in: Ravio’s bunny signature, the master sword, Brown’s shield, and Shalbie’s face (done in pink so it could be seen). 

Now she was getting into it, dancing and snapping to a rhythm until she reached the finale. Snapping both hands at once, the fireworks popped off in quick succession. A grand finale to the fireworks.

@alinkbetweenportraits @ashadowbetweenworlds @askraviostuff @askthegreenguys

The Repairman, meanwhile, was in a New York. It was pretty much overgrown with flowers, but it still seemed to be bustling with urban activity. Of course, the inkblot found that difficult to appreciate, as he was outside Floor 89 of the Empire State Building, clinging onto a vine so he could reach the break right outside the window.

Suddenly, something whooshed right behind him, nearly grazing his back. He reflexively hugged the vine as tightly as he could. As he looked up, he saw it was a firework. And it was exploding into several patterns, some of which were symbols he recognized. Some kind of birthday celebration for all these people…?

As he stared in awe, he failed to notice his grip slipping on the vine. He plummeted for ten floors, leaving a descending whistle sound as he went, before finally grabbing the vine again and being slingshotted onto the very windowsill he was trying to get to. He took a second to sew a patch onto the crack in the Wall, then sat to watch the show.

“Oh, you have bodies now? Well, guess I won’t need this now.” -takes off scarf- “So how goes it?”

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“A lot of fun, actually! You have no idea how many things there are that are really hard or impossible to do without a body. Everyone’s off taking advantage of it!”

“Speaking of which… I’m still really curious what you actually feel like…” Green’s finger hovers a few inches from the Repairman’s arm. He’s trying really hard to be polite and not just go and poke him, but solving the mystery is agonizingly tempting.

“Oh, I bet,” the Repairman nodded. Of course, he couldn’t fully understand, not being a ghost himself, but he could definitely imagine it having its issues…

He looked over to see Green apparently playing the “not touching you” game with him. He sighed, shaking his head and smiling. As odd of a request as that was, the Repairman didn’t know how long this was going to last. Status quo and all that.

“There’s probably a less creepy way to ask,” he joked, “but here.”

He wrapped his hand around Green’s. His ink was almost like lukewarm water, but it felt…thicker, almost more solid. And definitely a little stickier; Green was going to have some stains on his hand.

Black, White, and Purple

“Well maybe your eyes still haven’t adapt
to this worlds light.”  Shalbie as the repairman insisted on repairing
the mountain with paper. “Its still paper my friend and this is solid
rock, it won’t hold… You see there’s things that would make it crumble
again like rain, paper is weak to water. Then there’s also fire.” He
added as he tried to think of a way to help his fellow shadow blob.

“I
think I know what to do… but first we need to get rid of the paper.”
Shadow said as he took the paper away from the wall. “ You better  stand
back friend, I don’t want to hurt you.” He commented as he took a
couple of steps back before taking out his sand rod and aimed  it the
crack. Seconds later the crack was filled with sand  and Shalbie decided
to proceed with his plan.

Shalbie took out his fire rod as
quickly as possible and aimed for the sand. “You see friend according to
a friend of mine’s boss if you apply heat to sand you get glass which
is a kind of crystal, this would hide the crack you made and it wouldn’t
be obvious that there was something to hide.”  He added not knowing if
his plan worked.

“Well, yeah, but…”

He would have said something about how the Wall doesn’t exactly adhere to normal physical laws, but the shadowy person seemed pretty insistent. The Repairman found himself unable to do anything except try and fail to interject multiple times.

He could only watch in shock as the shadow obliterated his handiwork with some kind of sand spell. He shielded his eyes as flames briefly burst from the crack. When he opened them again, he saw that there was freshly made glass sealing the crack.

He twitched involuntarily. His ink started to redden.

“Oh, I’m just incompetent then, am I? Not needed? Anyone could do it better?!”

He turned alarmingly fast towards the shadow.

“I’ll show you,” he growled, poking his “competitor’s” chest, “I don’t need any magic wands to be the one for the job…”

And with that, he began to silently throw things back into his hammerspace. He was sure the next job was also somewhere in Hyrule, and if he hurried he could get there before this guy and show how it was done.

“Oh,” he said, looking back up for a moment, “and I told you, I’m only fixing it. I didn’t break it.”

Galanthus scratched his head, “You’re not really making any sense here…
but as long as that wall goes away I guess it’s fine… for now.” He took
another glance at the wall, glaring at it as if not convinced then
turned his back. “So why is… it, all the way out here?” He folded his
arms, making sure he was hovering high enough to look at the the
repairman; an air of accusation hung around him.

“Yeah, it’s kinda hard to explain…”

Wait, why was this fairy looking like this was all his fault?

“Don’t give me that look,” he said sternly, crossing his arms. “Someone around here must have broken it…”

He eyed the fairy suspiciously. After all, it was over his flower, and the inkblot didn’t see anyone else around.

We all started to laugh, getting louder,
but then we all must have remembered that it could kill us, so we all
trailed off a awkwardly at the same time.

“Good!”, said Stupid.
“He was beginning to give me a headache! Thanks mr Blob!”, he said,
shoving you through the window to the holding cell back into the
passengers seat.

“That don’t answer my question,” I said. “I
meant whadda we do with him once we get back home? It’s not like
Toontown even knows who he is. Or cares. ”
-Smartass

The Repairman said nothing as the weasels laughed at his predicament. It was kind of funny that he was the only one to get flung like that, but c’mon…

“Oh, sure th–eep!” was all that came out of the inkblot as Stupid crammed him into the front seat.

He turned to Smartass.

“I mean, couldn’t you…” he trailed off, thinking. “I mean, I could sue…no…Hmm…”

After a moment’s thought, he pulled out an AM radio.

“Hey,” he called to the back, pushing the radio through the slot, “could you set this to a public station and put it in the box with his face?”

He turned back to Smartass.

“Wait, is that considered cruel and unusual?”

“More… Than perfect…” “Bowyetta” repeated. Her smile began to grow
once more. It was a slow, sinister, malicious smile. “Yes… Smithy will
be much loving of Bowyetta once she is complete… But…” Her face suddenly
softened. “Is not being trick~? Bowyetta is having of much trust for
you, Mr. Sir~”

Vinny was nearly done breaking open the lock.
“I’ve… Nearly got… Ow~!“ “Bowyetta” turned around at Vinny’s cry, but he
hid himself before she saw him.

“Bowyetta” then held her hand out the the Repairman. Her skin felt eerily cold. “Go on then, Mr. Sir~ Make Bowyetta… More than perfect~” Her malicious smile returned as she said the words. More than perfect. She loved the idea of that.

“Oh, no, no trick,” the Repairman said as he began to lead the thing behind a pile of junk (he would say it was ‘for privacy’ if asked). “I just want to get you looking great for Smithy…”

He cringed at the cold, but said nothing. Instead, he pulled up a polisher and started to work away at the rusty bits.

“Speaking of which,” the Repairman mused, as he worked on removing the rust from her back, “are you sure you want to use that Bowyer’s parts? Smithy doesn’t exactly like her…”