Tag: rp

[[@goddess-of-power​, continued from here]]

“Um, I prefer ‘nimrod’, or maybe ‘goof’,” Marie piped up, having overheard. ‘Cretin’ sounded like they were gonna face an unholy wrath of some kind. At least the two she offered were more petty insults.

The Repairman turned to look at her in disbelief and (silent) approval. That was such a weird thing to say, but it was a decent quip! Quickly, she hid the trowel behind her back, whistling innocuously. She knew how the inkblot felt about having an assistant, but darn it, she was going to assist!

“…To be fair,” the Repairman admitted, “I doubt I could read it either…”

He had a strong suspicion that the book was not written in English. Marie, however, was not yet savvy enough to think of that, and simply shrugged. She was sure she could read it!

“…Wait a minute!” the Repairman exclaimed, looking back at the demon. “Your wall? No, no, I’m only touching the Fourth Wall. My job to fix that.”

“Yeah,” Marie chimed in, “We’re–er, he’s not gonna hurt your wall any. No need to worry!”

Rustbolt stood up, now TRULY awake. He
brushed himself off and looked at the repairman. “Uh, sorry about that,
little uh… Tar blob.” Furrowing the skin where a brow should be, he
looked over at Marie.

“What’re you doing? Actually, what’re BOTH of you doing?” Rustbolt cautiously altered his footing and pulled out a spatula.

“…Ink,” the Repairman mumbled. “Not tar.”

Both ink and paint sprang back a little as a spatula popped out. They both adjusted to either defend themselves or flee when they saw the zombie’s pose.

“…L-look,” the Repairman finally said, “I’m trying to fix something here! We don’t want any issue…”

Marie cautiously moved forward and held up one of the piles of parts. Maybe that could help out some. Neither of them meant any harm, and this was easy proof.

“…I, uh, couldn’t help but see you dropped these. I hope the way they’re sorted is okay.”

“Well, I’ve never taken care of a child before…” Quartz stated. “But
maybe Bowyetta and I can learn together, and maybe Beep can teach us!”

“And Bonkakira can teach her to protect herself,” Bonk added.

Barrette
looked at Cat Slime, twanging her string at him with a sharp-tooth
smile. She gently placed a hand on his head. “Squish!” she suddenly
exclaimed. “Squish squish!”

“Please to being careful with Cat Slime, Barrette,” Bowyetta cautioned her gently.

Barrette
nodded, before looking back at Mr. Sir. She reached into her hair,
pulling out some sort of doll that resembled Bowyetta’s Heishi dolls,
and gave it to him. “Can play?” she asked.

Cat Slime giggled as Barrette went “squish!” Her hand tickled a little, and that added “squish” was just more than he could take.

He seemed a little disappointed as Barrette drew her hand away, but hey, it was fun while it lasted. He watched, curious as to what would happen next.

The Repairman took the doll, and after a moment’s thought, smiled.

“Sure. Let’s see how this goes!”

***

In the Corrugated City, nobody knew where the giant feline monster came from. All the people knew was they had to get out of its way, now! Countless plastic civilians ran from the beast, who thankfully seemed more interested in tearing their buildings than their bodies.

The mighty creature let out a mighty…

“SQUEEEEEE!”

The Repairman held the doll a small distance from the roaring Cat Slime.

“Oh no,” he exclaimed, in a bad falsetto, “What can we do to stop this terrible monster?”

hokeysmoke:

askthefwrp
started following you

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“Hi, there! Welcome to-”

Rocky was about to greet the Repairman, before actually realizing who it was.

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“Oh wait, It’s you again. What did Bullwinkle do this time?”

“…Honestly, I never know,” the Repairman said, shaking his head. “For all I know it could be those Iron Curtain guys again…”

He shuddered, as he remembered that whole fiasco. At least Roger’s Toontown had Toons and humans living in the same world…

“Anyway,” he abruptly changed tone, trying to avoid that subject, “what’s been going on? Haven’t heard much about you guys since…”

He scratched his head, trying to think of a way to continue dodging that…

“…Er, for over ten years!”

rcadrunner:

      He is waiting… Waiting for the opportune moment…
      It’s almost time… Almost…
      And… now–

      “Beep beep!”

“Augh!”

Marie leaped at the Repairman, knocking them both off of the road and sending the vacuum cleaner flying the other way.

They both tumbled and landed several yards away.

“What the heck, Marie?” the Repairman asked, taking off his headphones.

“There was a car incoming,” Marie explained, brushing the sand off of her bow. “I didn’t want either of us to get hit…”

The Repairman turned to look at the road, but all he saw was a large bird.

Wait.

Large bird, car incoming, desert road…?

The Repairman shot up, brushing himself off. He hoped he wasn’t interrupting a Toon celebrity.

“Sorry, didn’t know you were there,” he said, hastily. “Were we in your way?”

Marie turned to look as well, and gasped.

“Omigosh, is that the Roadrunner?” she asked, moving forward to take a closer look.

Beep, meanwhile, bent down and patiently scooped up Medical. “Now
just calm down, you two,” she said. “She’s not hurt, are you?” Medical
shook her head and gave a squeaky “no”, and Beep nodded. “See, the fall
just startled her, that’s all.” She handled Medical back to Marie.
“These little guys are kinda slippery, you just have to make sure they
don’t get away from you.”

“…Then don’t compete,” was Susumu’s simple answer. “Cooperate.
Show them that you can still do your job just as well as before. Teach
Marie what your job really means, and how important it is. Just please, please play along, okay? If you don’t do anything, then you’ll never get anywhere.”

Immediately when she was told to calm down, Marie’s bawling became mere sniffs.

“…Oh!” she exclaimed, happily taking Medical back. “…All right, I’ll be more careful. Sorry ‘bout that, Meddy!”

She adjusted her grip on both slimes, making sure both were okay.

“…Now, you were competing for my affection, you two adorable things?”

Cat Slime took a moment to react to this; he didn’t expect her to know. Finally, he sighed, and let one ear droop down. He pouted in just the right way to make himself picturesque.

* * *

“…”

The Repairman simply continued to lie face-down for a moment or two. Just long enough for one to wonder if he had even heard her.

Finally, however, he got up, arms crossed.

“…Never had to work with a replacement before…” he muttered, shifting into what can only be described as a standing position. Already, he was trying to think of ways to keep her out of his actual job. “Keeping watch” seemed a reasonable enough excuse…

“…All right, I think I know what to do,” he finally said.

“Um, excuse me, are you lost?” It was only after he asked that he realized a large blob of ink and a slightly smaller blob of paint might be a little jarring, but since the two of them were in the neighborhood…

little-forgotten-rose-red:

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“Me and Molly had a map, but the wind took it.” Rose explains to the other

She had just been wandering around with Molly, the plushie rabbit currently safely tucked away in her hoodie,  when a gust of wind took her map out of her hands. It wasn’t a map for the area but she was still trying to follow it before losing it to the wind. Rose was a bit confused and curious about the other and why he was a blob of ink with a smaller blob, but this honestly wasn’t the strangest thing the kid has seen. 

The Repairman looked up at the little girl, thinking about what he could do. Not like he knew the area much better, after all…

Marie, meanwhile, toyed a little with her now maroon bow, also thinking about this. This little girl definitely needed help, but how…?

The two asked questions simultaneously.

“Where are you trying to get to? Have you been here before?” asked the Repairman.

“Well, where’d you lose the map? And who’s Molly, anyway?” asked Marie, tilting her head with that last question.

They seemed comedically unaware that they were speaking over each other, and simply waited for answers. If some gaps were filled, perhaps they could actually help out…

alone-with-company:

A…MANICURE?

The puzzlement of the Frenchman had now overtaken whatever he had been feeling before as he stared very VERY hard at the two…

Things? In front of him.

This was it. This is how it was going to be from now on? He was crazy, he had to be because this made no sense whatsoever as he hesitantly holstered the gun back to his side.

“What the hell do you mean? What is a ‘toon’?”

Something that his mind made up without him being able to comprehend? That made no sense – but then again, did it have to if he was now crazy?

“That’s it, easy now…”

The Repairman slowly approached, pulling a nail file out of his hammerspace.

“What are you doing?!”  Marie hissed frantically.

“…Gotta keep going with this,” he whispered back. “I don’t want him drawing that gun back on us…”

He turned back to the…human?… and gave a false smile.

“Well, Toons…are…well, it’s short for carTOON characters. Yeah…”

The Wall seemed fine, thankfully…

“Look, just stick your hand out and we can get started…”

Hopefully, they could just file his nails a little bit, put them in water, and sneak away.

“W-what you are-”

Bowyetta was horrified when she realized what
he was talking about. “M-Mr. Sir!” She screeched! “That is not much
being necessary! No… Bowyetta is knowing what must being done.” She
reached into her hair, producing some sort of spray bottle and a cloth,
and walked over to the shadow.

The shadow, however, didn’t notice Bowyetta, until she started spraying her and rubbing her with the cloth. “What you are-”

“You
are not needing to be saying of anything,” Bowyetta said rather softly.
“Bowyetta… Is understanding how you are feeling. We are not truly
wanting to be back with Smithy, are we? We are just want to be accepted
by someone. But we are not needing to be doing something so
extreme.” She then looked over at Mr. Sir, her eyes signaling that she
wanted his help.

“Aww.”

The Repairman looked disappointed, but he pocketed the drill anyway.

He watched, and one could almost see his nonexistent jaw hit the floor as Bowyetta began to…clean that cannibalistic thing?

“…What the…?” he managed, before he got the message.

Rooting through his stuff, he found a firehose. It was tempting to blast that monster into next week, but Bowyetta apparently wasn’t having that. Oh, well.

He dug a shower head out and stuck it on the end of the hose with a satisfying thunk! That would turn the forceful water into a more refreshing experience, to be sure.

He held the shower head up to the shadow, and turned the water on. Hopefully, this would help get the gunk off faster.

Black, White, and Purple

“Ink?  Friend someone is trying playing a prank on you, there doesn’t
exist such thing as talking ink here on Hyrule.” Shalbie  said before
he  took a second sip form his glass of milk.  “ Well I’ve never met
any  and  look I might not be a  black sentient  blob now  but in the
past i  actually was a sentient dark purple blob…” He commented as the
urge to study the repairman closely appeared.

“ Wait a minute your
eyes aren’t glowing  and you are  pitch black,  I’ve never been  
completely black and my eyes have always been  this bright glowing
pink…” Shalbie said as  he began to remember his own blob-like stage and
how his and the repairman’s didn’t seem to be  alike. “This could only
mean one thing…. Your Light counterpart has got to have had more and
bigger negative emotions when you where created! That’s why you and I
are so different!”  

“No, no, I’m not from–”

Ah, Shalbie was taking a closer look. Now he’d wise up and realize–Nope. Still convinced he’s a shadow.

The inkblot sighed. This was going to be a pain, wasn’t it?

“Okay, fine,” he said, resting his forehead on his hand, “If I’m a shadow, who’s my Light counterpart? I’m ink, I tell you!”