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?”
“…” Ravio watched him as he pulled out various types of currencies. They were definitely a bunch of junk in Ravio’s opinion. He’d see other kingdoms use coins but definitely nothing like these. What even was half this stuff crowding his counter? Regardless, none of it was anything he could really take. The exchange rate with rupees was pretty dismal. After a moment of watching, and feeling kind of bad for the…uh, guy?…as he struggled to find the proper way to pay, Ravio moved to the chest where he kept his till. He pulled out a red rupee, walking back to the counter and holding the elongated hexagonal crystal up for the other to see.
“This is what I take. Rupees. Do you have any of these?”
Upon seeing the rupee, the Repairman facepalmed. He realized how stupid it was to think those were just another weird fruit like those heart things.
“Gah!” he groaned, dragging his hand down. “Give me a minute.”
He gently put the bird on the counter and walked out. Within seconds, a loud roaring kind of noise could be heard just outside. There was the occasional sound of something scraping the side of a rock or building along with it, followed by some loud exclaim by the Repairman.
If this were a more modern world, Ravio would have recognized the noise as that of a weedeater.
He winced and coughed at the large
exhaust of smoke, but sighed in relief afterwards. Apparently, that was a
good thing; she was eating now. Well, scarfing. He silently thanked
AJAX manufacturers and nodded to Vinny.
Looking at Bowyetta, he searched for something to say.
“So, erm, what’s in the can…?”
Bowyetta opened the can and took a drink from it. She then reached into her hair and produced another. “Is being of Bowyetta’s favorite soda, Mr. Sir! Would you also be liking of one?”
As she placed the cans on the desk, she sank back into the bed. Seeing the expression on his face, she decided to be the one to speak up. “Mr. Sir… Can Bowyetta be talking to you of something? Is being about Bowyetta’s life before she had come here. Are you knowing much of Bowyer society?”
“Oh, no thanks,” the Repairman replied. After a moments thought, he asked, “Could I take one for the road, though?”
He was grateful for a better conversation piece, and he relaxed somewhat.
“Can’t say I know it,” he replied, casually. “Why?”
It wasn’t unusual for Shalbie to wander around Hyrule during the
night, after all to him that was when Hyrule was in its most beautiful
state. During this little escapade it was when he found another being
like him or so he thought as he saw a shadow blob, and so he decided to
follow it.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he decided to make
himself known to his fellow Shadow.”You know paper is not the best thing
to use to cover a crack on a mountain… covering a mistake of yours?” He
added as he eyed the repairman curiously.
The Repairman jumped. He hadn’t seen anyone behind him!
Turning around, he saw what looked like a shadowy imitation of this Hyrule’s Link looking at him curiously. This place really was full of surprises, wasn’t it?
“No,” he said, somewhat irritated from the shock and the remarks, “I’m fixing something here–wait, mountain?”
He looked to the side of the Wall, and found that, yes, there was a mountain there.
“…How’d I miss that?” he asked. Yes, the Wall often blocked his view, but a mountain? Wow, he needed to pay more attention.
He cleared his throat.
“Anyway, yeah, it looks weird, but paper mache does turn out harder than normal paper, so…”
Of course, he failed to realize that he only had two of the materials needed, but perhaps Toon physics would do the rest…
The Breaker sounded sick. We were all
kind of hoping he’d throw up, but then again, he’d ruin the back of the
van. It would be all-out “Robot Chicken” claymation mess in there, and I
wasn’t about to clean that up!
Speaking of…
“What will we do with Play-Do over there?”, I asked the Repairman.
-Smartass
“Hang on,” the Repairman replied, after peeling himself off the back door and popping back into shape.
He started to check the boxes for the face. It was a slow task, given the speed, but he managed to search nonetheless. Once he saw the woozy Breaker’s eyes, he pulled out a small tablet and a sick bag. After dropping them into the box, he closed it. After a gulp, the moaning stopped.
“That should hold him over for a while,” he said, before losing his grip on the floor and once again splatting against the back doors.
“Bowyetta” got a rather smug look on her face. “Is not being
necessary, Mr. Sir~ Bowyetta is much perfect being as she is~” She
turned away for a moment. “Unless…” When she turned back, her face was
much darker.
“You are still finding Bowyetta to being-”
Her monologue was interrupted by a familiar Bowyetta yelp. “W-what you be doing?!”
While
this was happening, Vinny made his way back to the cage. “Just a bit
longer, Mr. Sir~” He began to use his “head” to try and break open the
lock.
As the Repairman watched “Bowyetta”‘s reaction, he began to back up.
“Um, you see,-you are perfect, but why b-be that when you can be…um…more…than…perfect…?”
He hoped his desperate stammering could not only keep him out of harm’s way, but also keep Bowyetta from going to the chop shop.
“Um…” he said, holding up a polisher, “…why don’t we more-than-perfect you real quick?”
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.
“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.
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…
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.
Oh,
she saw everything. Angie blinked her wide eyes, making them emit a
cartoon-ish pop noise. “Here, you’ll need this.” She handed him a paper
menu which was a lot easier to read up close.
“Rough work days,
eh?” Angie raised an eyebrow before chuckling. “You’re in luck, buddy.
I’ve got just the drink to fix the problem! I’ve got to ask, though.
What caused you to grow this exhausted in the first place?”
She
noticed the repairman nodding off again. “And there he goes again. Come
on, Earth to RP!” She snapped her fingers in front of his face.
“Thank you,” he mumbled sheepishly, squinting at the menu.
As he read, he heard the coyote ask about his day.
“Oh, n-nothing happened,” he yawned. “I just get like this every so oft…ten…zzzzz”
He dropped the menu and fell back to sleep.
“BUH!”
At the finger snaps, he snapped back awake.
“Y-yeah, I just have to get something every so often, just came in here…”
He looked like he was about to nod off again, but continued:
“Perks of sleeping only once a year, eh…? Heh, heh…”
Of course, he slept more often than that (three or four times a month), but he wasn’t about to admit that. He was committed to his job, darn it!
Bowyetta picked up the pill and frowned at it. “Is going to work?”
She inspected it for a few more second, before seeing the look that
Vinny was giving. She finally tossed the pill into her mouth, her teeth
making a metallic clunk as she swallowed it.
Before long, a
rattling noise came from Bowyetta’s internals. She coughed up a large
plume of smoke. She was now beginning to notice how hungry she actually
was. She took the lid off the tray, revealing that Beep had made soup
and sandwiches for her. Bowyetta took the sandwiches and shoved them
into her mouth as quickly as possible. It wasn’t long before she had
finished off the soup as well.
“Um… Alright then~ Mr. Sir, I think
Bowyetta’s going to need a bit more than that~ Please keep an eye on
her for a moment~” He stuck his head into Bowyetta’s hair and produced
some sort of can, giving it to her before taking the tray back
downstairs.
“I don’t see why not…”
He winced and coughed at the large exhaust of smoke, but sighed in relief afterwards. Apparently, that was a good thing; she was eating now. Well, scarfing. He silently thanked AJAX manufacturers and nodded to Vinny.
Looking at Bowyetta, he searched for something to say.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 