Sheerow didn’t seem to mind oddly bobbing on the repairman’s head, letting out a few happy beeps.

Ravio
watched as the customer took one of the hammers and came up to the
counter. The stupid happy smile that was on his face from making a sale
was wiped clean when what he was given was a pile of pieces of paper…or
no it was sort of papery fabric? Whatever it was, it was flimsy and
definitely not rupees. Whatever it was, Ravio had never seen it before.
It wasn’t anything like the currencies in the neighboring countries
either.

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“Uh…” he started awkwardly, “You can’t pay with this…?”

“Huh…?”

The Repairman, confused, looked at the cash for a moment. Then it clicked.

“Oh,” he chuckled, sheepishly, “sorry. I go to so many places, y’know…?”

He reached into his hammerspace (which the shopkeep would see him digging into a pocket on his form in this case), and started pulling out currencies from a variety of worlds. A wide variety of coins (most of which were golden), other kinds of bills, candies, diamonds, and a few physical numbers came out. He even pulled out several pieces of scrap metal and what looked like glowing orbs.

He gave an embarrassed smile to Ravio.

“Sorry, could you excuse me a moment?”

He then began sorting through what he had, occasionally looking around as if he was trying to gauge a time period and genre. After about half a minute, he finally held out a couple of large blue diamonds and a bag of the most generic gold coins he could find.

“…Will these work?”

Insecure

It would appear that luck favored the
Repairman today. The damaged wall just so happened to be located in a
forsaken town. There was a plethora of nooks to hide in, courtesy of the
crumbling stone buildings. So by the time the puppet had spun on her
heels, he was gone.
Fortunate for him, but not so much for his
scapegoat. The third creature in that ghost town was the only human
there. A young man on the brink of death, writhing at the base of the
wall.
Sileas had chased him here, only to find deep self-inflicted
wounds on his body. It was a desperate attempt to evade harvest and it
worked; But it only angered the puppet more. They discovered the wall
when he was launched at it. Blood still streaked it.
“Enough tricks; How do I open the magic gate?”
“P-please…”
The man wheezed,
“Im…not a w-wizard…I d-don…Please-!”
“USELESS!”
Sileas
wouldnt listen to his excuses or his begging. Her spirit hand slipped
out from her vessel and squashes him like a bug. His life effectively
snuffed out…

Now luck decided to turn its back on the little ink blot.

Sileas caught a glimpse of his siren light.

The Repairman’s eyes widened as he heard the thing address someone else. He winced. How did he not notice this person? Could he have…?

He gulped as he heard the sickening crunch, and wondered just how much he could have really helped.

As he heard the thing come closer, the heart the Repairman didn’t even know he had started thumping louder than a drum. Why did he feel so much terror about this…? He survived monsters before…

As he was pondering this, Sileas got closer, only to see the inkblot huddled and muttering to himself about how he’d be fine no matter how this turned out…

snaremaker:

hey, if i ever accidentally break your rules, it was just that: an accident. i read EVERYONE’S rules before i follow them, but i also follow a lot of people! it can get hard to keep everything straight. i never mind a quick message saying “hey, this is a rule of mine and you broke it, ok?” in fact, i’d rather someone point out my mistakes so we can continue writing together!

Black, White, and Purple

@ashadowbetweenworlds

The Repairman sighed, thankful it was the middle of the night and there were no villagers around to raise a fuss about him, or Links around to accidentally injure. He could actually get to work this time around, maybe appreciate the place a little more.

The small inkblot came over to the nearest part of the Wall and pulled out several sheets of newspaper and a bowl of water. He began putting wet shreds of the paper over the crack in the Wall, when…something…felt off.

He looked around, but saw no one. Despite his better judgement, he shrugged and turned back around. At this rate, he might be able to paint this patch of the Wall if he really wanted to.