Karaoke Bomberdog’s visible eye widened at the question. Well, that was certainly unexpected. She never expected even one of these things to take any sort of interest in her OR her fashion choices. The eyepatch was mostly just for looks…
But who said she couldn’t play up the story a bit?
“That’s… A surprising question,” she finally answered. “But, it’s really a personal thing. My sisters, coming back from the dead, the Bomberdog Bros., that sort of thing.” She tried to look as disinterested as she could, hoping to perpetuate their curiosity.
Marie’s eyes widened. Something involving sisters, brothers, and coming back from the dead? This didn’t seem to be that kind of world…
“…What…what happened…?”
The Repairman, meanwhile, started to move towards the side, so he could hopefully go around Karaoke Bomberdog unnoticed. He smiled and winked at Marie, who didn’t understand the gesture. At this point, any idea of deception had gone out of her head, as she genuinely wanted to hear the dog’s story.
“…You simply have to tell me what those things have to do with the mask!” she continued, starry-eyed.
Beep gave her head a slight shake. “Oh no, I could never do Mr. Sir’s job for him,” she said. “Although, I am pretty good at fixing things. And hey, you’re always welcome to stop by our place if you need advice or just want to talk.”
“Hey, that sounds like fun, though,” Quartz spoke up. “Not only are you two brother and sister, but you’re co-workers now too!” she leaned back in her seat. “Kinda wish I had a sister too…”
The girls sat eating in silence for a minute, until Bowyetta noticed something: Barrette was starting to look tired, and was drooping her tiny metal head over the table. Bowyetta picked up her daughter. “Um… Bowyetta is sorry to be interrupting, but… She is thinking Barrette is needing of a nap.”
“Hey, thanks!” Marie smiled. “But, um, where do you come from…?”
“Don’t worry,” the Repairman assured her, “I’ll show you sometime.”
They said nothing as Quartz expressed fascination at their new working conditions, though the Repairman let out a small sigh. She wouldn’t want someone made to take her job, would she?
Marie, meanwhile, simply ate, taking in the Repairman’s friends. She enjoyed their food, and they were happy to see her, it seems. Maybe she could ask for some culinary advice sometime.
“Oh, all right,” the Repairman said cheerfully, looking at his siren light. “I should get going too…”
Marie coughed.
“…We should get going too,” the Repairman corrected himself. “Thanks for coming!”
“…Aww, hello there! I’m Marie!” she smiled, turning to see the source of the squeaky voice. Her eyes widened, however, when she saw the source was a tiny floating dog.
“…H-how are you floating like that…?”
“Marie, this is another world of magic,” the Repairman shook his head, before turning to Martcha. “Sorry about that, she’s kind of new to these kinds of places. Anyway, I’m the Repairman, and this is Cat Slime!“
He held his pet up, who began squeaking curiously.
“Anyway, who are you? I hope we weren’t intruding or anything…”
Martcha smiled at the two. “Oh no, you’re not intruding at all!” she answered. “What c- C-Cute!” Martcha’s eyes suddenly widened at the sight of Cat Slime. “Oh, so cute! I’ve never seen Jellies that already had faces before, let alone ones that can talk!”
And then she realized she hadn’t introduced herself yet. “Um, yes. My name is Martcha,” she finally explained. “I’m a bit surprised you don’t know me, though. I AM a god after all? But, um, what brings you to my corner of Miitopia? Jellies don’t usually come to Neksdor…”
“Oh, we’re not jellies,” the Repairman chuckled. “Ink, paint, and a little slime, that’s all! Anyway, we’re just here to–”
“A god?!” Marie flinched back, wide-eyed. “Oh, forgive me, I had no idea! Let me just…”
She then began to root around her hammerspace, trying to find something, anything, that would serve as…aha!
“…Please accept this offering, and do not smite us, o Mighty One,” Marie intoned, thinking off the top of her head. She kneeled down, extending her arms to reveal a plate with coins and assorted fruit on it.
The Repairman and Cat Slime could only watch in shock as the paint spatter made a fool of herself.
Anita had to stifle a giggle at the stern, yet confused expression that appeared on the Demon Lord’s lips at the little creature’s retorts. Ghirahim was not used to his derision’s to be responded with such nonchalance.
He leaned back in the chair, watching them continue their work as Anita relayed the story from memory for a second time. Though he found the entire situation to be utterly perplexing, Anita was deriving quite a bit of enjoyment from the strangeness… he supposed (so long as these little ‘nimrods’ did not get in his way) he could deal with the situation for the time being. If for her sake alone.
“Will this ‘fourth wall’ take much longer to fix?” Patience was a virtue, the Demon Lord knew, however it was one in which he was severely lacking.
“Shouldn’t take too much longer,” the Repairman replied, immediately. Very few with a presence like this man’s had much patience. “Just a few dabs of cement, and it should–”
“Actually,” Marie piped up, “You forgot about the nails and the drywall and the–”
“…What are you talking about?” Repairman asked, genuinely confused. His eyes darted to the man, and back to her.
“All I’m saying is, you don’t even work on any of the details of the work. You just–”
“Get the job done, yeah.” The Repairman’s eyes narrowed, as he slapped another shovel of concrete onto the fracture in the Fourth Wall. He coughed, turning back to the Demon Lord. “Sorry about that, erm, sir. It should be done in the next couple minutes…”
That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.
For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together.
The holidays. Belial wasn’t really quite fond of them. Sure, the other residents of Versille attempted to get her to join in on the fun festivities. But in the end, it just wasn’t for her. She was too used to being a loner.
She sat in a small clearing in the woods, her dark black dress adorned with sleeves as her bat wings curled up as if to shield the rest of her body from the cold.
The passing of the new year gave her time to reflect. So many years had passed. So many opportunities. So many relationships. And all of them were gone. Perhaps she had lost hope that she would ever have anything more meaningful than her desire to destroy things.
“…at least I could instill panic and fear. That would be something…” she murmured to herself.
But as she sat before a small fire she made herself, black from being produced by her dark energy orbs, she couldn’t help but thing of warm, fuzzy moments. Times where she was held, kissed, and was told that she was cared about. Times that, she felt, were far behind her.
Well, Marie was hopelessly lost. The Repairman did say they would have to pass through a few worlds to get to Duckburg, but he had expected Marie to follow and keep up. She had no directions in case she tripped and they were separated, which of course she did. She didn’t even know what universe she was stuck in.
How can I trip without legs?! I’m a liquid, for crying out loud!
Of course, she couldn’t dwell on that; even though she shaped her bow into a nice little beanie, it was still colder outdoors in most worlds, and Marie could definitely feel it here. What was worse, every tree looked the same to her, to the point she felt like she was going in circles. Maybe she just had to learn her way, and to differentiate these trees. Her brother certainly did.
She sighed in relief when she came across a clearing in the woods. Finally, something resembling progress. It looked like there was someone there, too…
“…Aww, hello there! I’m Marie!” she smiled, turning to see the source of the squeaky voice. Her eyes widened, however, when she saw the source was a tiny floating dog.
“…H-how are you floating like that…?”
“Marie, this is another world of magic,” the Repairman shook his head, before turning to Martcha. “Sorry about that, she’s kind of new to these kinds of places. Anyway, I’m the Repairman, and this is Cat Slime!“
He held his pet up, who began squeaking curiously.
“Anyway, who are you? I hope we weren’t intruding or anything…”
[[May your 2018 go well, and your resolutions resolved!]]
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