…I don’t know why you’d want to know this, @kitterahsdollhouse, but it would be one half-size me. No need to test it.
“Carry it? IF there was a reason to… I’d likely tie it to myself if not just carry it in my hands.” Ace shrugged, not quite seeing what his strange visitor was getting at. “I’m not a toon though, so I wouldn’t be able to use this ‘inventory’ either right?” The repairman being the only toon Ace had ever met, it seemes logical that he’d think all toons look like the repairman.
“Uh…”
The Repairman remembered that many Toons don’t identify as such.
“…actually, you kind of are…”
Oh gosh. This was gonna be tricky. The Repairman stood up, ready to kick open his toolbox just in case.
“…You could use an inventory, I think.”
Songbird shook her head, it HAD to be real! She could FEEL the strong warmth of the sun. The humongous, tall, vibrant green trees, she saw swaying in the distance. She heard the distant call of her people in those trees. Sunflowers bent toward the sun let off a unique fragrance. The wide open blue sky looked to inviting. Free and home. “W-w-wan-nt to g-g-go…” She said, not taking her eyes off the scene before her. She chirped a few times and started walking further into the illusion.
Meanwhile, the Repairman only saw this bird-woman in a cage, her having the expression of a character who’s checked out. By the looks of her and the cage around her, he couldn’t exactly blame her.
Still, he was around; he should try something so she can get out.
“Look, whatever you’re seeing… it still isn’t real. Now, I could try to get you out, but I need you to snap out of it…”
Galanthus didn’t know the repairman’s inky nature would leave his flower mostly unharmed, he was just defending it as he’d do against anyone who almost stepped on his flower. “Thank you. I work hard to keep it that way. Now if you’d like to step on some flowers, go step on that patch of asters over there.” He pointed to some purple flowers a little bit away that were enjoying some sunlight.
The Repairman turned to look at the other flowers.
“Uh, I didn’t come here to trample through flowers,” he said, turning back to the fairy. “I…needed to get to a spot around here…”
He pointed uncertainly to a point about a foot from the flower. He was still taking this in, and wasn’t sure if this was going to be an issue or not.
“Look, just don’t step on my flower-” He pointed to the patch of snowdrops again, “and you can do whatever you want. I don’t care about the others.”
“All… right then.”
The Repairman wondered if the other flowers belonged to anyone else. He would rather not risk it…
Schlorp.
Around two-thirds of the ink his lower half were shifted to his upper half, giving him the general look of a whimsical balloon designed by H.P. Lovecraft. As he found out, this also made him rather top-heavy. He teetered this way and that, slowly making his way towards the crack in the Wall while trying to keep his balance.
When he finally got to it, he pulled out a hammer and nail. He readied the nail, pulled back the hammer…
…And fell onto the ground. Thankfully, not onto the flowerbed, but still, he splattered.
After a moment’s silence, the inkblot pulled himself together and got back up, none the worse for it, though somewhat embarrassed.
Galanthus didn’t know the repairman’s inky nature would leave his flower mostly unharmed, he was just defending it as he’d do against anyone who almost stepped on his flower. “Thank you. I work hard to keep it that way. Now if you’d like to step on some flowers, go step on that patch of asters over there.” He pointed to some purple flowers a little bit away that were enjoying some sunlight.
The Repairman turned to look at the other flowers.
“Uh, I didn’t come here to trample through flowers,” he said, turning back to the fairy. “I…needed to get to a spot around here…”
He pointed uncertainly to a point about a foot from the flower. He was still taking this in, and wasn’t sure if this was going to be an issue or not.
(( @kitterahsdollhouse I’m sorry, I’m on mobile and accidentally deleted your ask about sculpting the Repairman as Kitterah or an anon. Also sorry for the lateness.
Anyway, I imagine Kit!Repairman behaving much like a small child, despite his commitment to the Wall remaining. He would likely be even more distracted and cause problems for his own job more often. He would also feel more loose, socially, and would be more likely to seek others to shoot the breeze with. He would still try to be helpful, of course.
As for any old anon, the Repairman would change personalities constantly, from abhorrently cruel to kind to facetious, with no rhyme or reason. His speech would also range from correct English to any number of English styles, as well as the occasional foreign language. One trait that would remain across each personality would be the bravado that comes with anonymity.
In either case, sadly, he would not gain magic powers.))
The Repairman flinched, leaning back a little. Dang, he…she…this character was pretty quick to get into his personal space.
“Oh, uh…” was all he could say for a moment or two. Still, it probably wasn’t a good idea to question this elfin person right now.
“…Okay then.”
He took a look behind him, and tried to mentally measure “steps” for someone like him. A couple of seconds later, he found an answer he liked and shambled back about a foot and a half.
“Why?” he asked, evenly. He couldn’t see any issue from where he was…
Galanthus had to get into personal space, most people wouldn’t see him otherwise.
In answer to the repairman’s question, Galanthus pointed down at the ground where a cluster of snowdrops were blooming. “You almost stepped on my flower. Can’t have that.”
“Your… flower..?”
He looked down, and saw that, yes, there was a flower. Huh. He never worried about it before. Most flowers he trod over seemed fine, albeit covered in ink. Was that a problem…?
“Oh, um, sorry,” he apologized to the little androgynous fairy. “…It’s a nice flower…um…”
He wasn’t sure what to say, really. He never really paid too much attention to inanimate flora before.
The Repairman flinched, leaning back a little. Dang, he…she…this character was pretty quick to get into his personal space.
“Oh, uh…” was all he could say for a moment or two. Still, it probably wasn’t a good idea to question this elfin person right now.
“…Okay then.”
He took a look behind him, and tried to mentally measure “steps” for someone like him. A couple of seconds later, he found an answer he liked and shambled back about a foot and a half.
“Why?” he asked, evenly. He couldn’t see any issue from where he was…
Ace squinted, the blob didn’t have a mouth but he could SWEAR he was
smiling. “What space?” Ace was starting to feel a little stupid
honestly. He sighed wistfully, “THAT sounds useful. If I could do that I
probably could travel without anything!” A horse whinnied from not far
off. Ace chuckled and raised his voice, “Of course I’d take you to with
me!” His horses snorted in reply. Spoiled equines, the both of
them. “Sounds useful, but I’m guessing only toons can use it?”
The Repairman chortled at the horse’s whining.
“Hammerspace has its moments,” he replied, “but yeah, only Toons can use it, really.”
He looked at Ace, and wondered briefly if he could explain some ways Ace might use hammerspace. He was a Toon, too, after all…
Well, at least under the Repairman’s definition.
“…Some Toons don’t have hammerspaces though,” he said, carefully. “Some have a version often called ‘inventories.’ More limits, but still very useful from what I’ve seen. You could still hold more than it would seem with one of those…”
After a moment of thought, he pulled a yardstick out from behind his back.
“For instance, how would you carry this?”
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