open rp post;

[acperience]

FANDOM; (alternatively, anyone from my muselist, though the above are the ones I most actively want to play right now)   OC; (again, alternatively, anyone from my muselist that I have a journal for)   List the character you want in the subject header and give a prompt or idea, unless you really want me to come up with one (though in that case you probably shouldn't expect anything for a while—).

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OH MY GOD!!

[worlds]

Is this 'tumblr' a god of yours or something?

[:D?]

Well, I've gotten my hands dirtier with... dirtier things, I guess! I just hope it's not too deep, because happy ending or not, I don't think I can reach down that far...

THAT IS WORSE THAN BEFORE

[zeitnot]

Stretch hard.

[ yep. ]

/SCREAMS IN SURPRISE???

[worlds]

... As interesting as it would be if my limbs were made of rubber...

:> better

[zeitnot]

That can be arranged!

(yay)

[worlds]

... Sorry, but that sounds just a tad ominous.

(yay)

[zeitnot]

Nope. In fiction, it can be as easy as consuming a rather nasty-looking yellow fruit.

[worlds]

In fiction, we might not have ducks falling down gutters too.

[zeitnot]

In fiction, there might not be any happy endings. So this entire discussion is moot.

[ there's gotta be a branch by the roadside... ah, here's one. ]

[worlds]

[you know it's a good thing he doesn't know about his origins or the truths of the worlds he goes to or else this conversation would reaaaaaaaaaaaaally be hitting close to home.]

Fair enough! In any case, the ducks are waiting.

[zeitnot]

Yeah, waiting for you.

[ peg knife's in his boot. he draws it out, and hacks at the branch until it exhibits a point. then, he wiggles the point under the edge of the iron grating that covers the sewer entrance.

a branch shouldn't be able to lever the covering of a sewer grate, but with a bit of wiggling, the grate cover comes right off. ]

[worlds]

[wow he has a sword you didn't even need to do that

He peers down the grate, letting out a low whistle.]

It's pretty deep.

[zeitnot]

[ yeah but you're slow and he's impatient ]

'swhat she said.

[worlds]

[then go save them yourself!!

okay no he's not actually thinking any of that]

Huh? Who's 'she'?

[zeitnot]

Nooothing, oh pure one. Go down and save the ducks.

[worlds]

... Pure one? You're really not making any sense, but right, right.

[reaaaaaaaaaaching in]

[zeitnot]

[ watching with interest! pop goes his bubblegum. ]

Woah. Not a bad arm-span. Guess that sword's not just for show.

[worlds]

Thank you, I try.

[fumble fumble AHA]

Got one!

[zeitnot]

Nice. Bring her up.

[ he takes off his scarf! ]

[worlds]

Heaaaaave... ho!

[bringing her up!]

[zeitnot]

Put her here. [ ready to receive duck...! ]

[worlds]

[he's not quite sure why you'd put a duck in a scarf but]

All right-y.

[placing duck in scarf...!]

[zeitnot]

[ surprisingly, he doesn't follow-up with a smart-alec remark. even though something like 'oh, she'd make perfect emergency rations' is right on the tip of his tongue.

instead, he quietly tries to wipe a bit of the oily sewage off of the duckling. he does this carefully, like he's used to handling things gently and with great apparent concern.

quack '-' ]

[worlds]

... I knew you cared!

[zeitnot]

Congrats, you've witnessed me giving a fuck.

Did you want a medal or something?

[worlds]

No, the memory of you tending to the duck is good enough of a reward for me.

[it's hard to tell whether he's being sarcastic or sincerely means it.]