Tails: instant gratification ahoy.

[splinterself]

[Dirk had decided to be productive. Ish. (Productiveish? That ain't even something tha-...and that led to a chain of thought he decided to not climb down for the time being. His responder had better not be letting him down, though.)

In a way he had gotten the idea from Faris. If the pirate use could magic from crystals (he wasn't sure he wanted to know) and the game they were in had no problems, then there was no reason why he couldn't use puppetkind or fncysntakind. It wasn't like he had forgotten how to use either of them. No reason at all.

Well, except for not having any puppets or fancy Santas to weaponize.

He had obtained the materials through a long and arduous process which - frankly speaking - didn't really matter. It was pretty boring, as was him finding a quieter part of Mac Anu and starting work, so we'll skip to the interesting part: Dirk had gotten a little bit sidetracked and was putting the finishing touch on a plush which was disconcertedly well done considering what he had to work with. (It was pretty sad, seriously. It felt like he was trying to build a robot and only had a chisel and a rock to work with.) In his defense, the idea was fucking amusing and he was going to roll with it for now, and as he turned it over in his hands to make sure he didn't miss a spot he had to admit...it ain't his best work, but it ain't the worst he's done either.

Enter someone else. You? Why not. If he knows you, assume that if he sees you he'll give you a nod of recognition, a sort of silent broed sup. If he's related to you or you're somebody from back home, he'd give you a hey, a greeting with your name. There may be a slight amused smirk accompanying the above. Your call.]

Comments

[splinterself]

[And THAT gets his attention.] ...what were you thinking?

[mercuryangel]

It looks like the kind of monster that can use Psy-

[Whoops. Almost just slipped out.]

...magic against you.

[splinterself]

[He considers the Tinkerbull.]

I can see it. I mean, by all rights creatures like this shouldn't exist in the wild without some advantage or another. If not magic, then some other kind of psy...chic power.

But no, all these guys do is apparently fly around and cuddle the shit out of their victims.

[mercuryangel]

Do you think there might be any real ones here somewhere?

[splinterself]

Maybe. I doubt it, but we're here, right? Who knows, maybe they decided to pull in some Tinkerbulls and right now there's a flock chilling at Cuddle Snuggle Glomp waiting for unsuspecting victims to get all of their loving.

those are the best fake area words

[mercuryangel]

Tinkerbulls... So that's what they're called?

[The reference is lost on her. And they don't look like the machinist type.]

I'm glad you approve!

[splinterself]

So I've been told. Apparently there's a ton of them on my friend's Murderdeath Island.

[mercuryangel]

That doesn't sound like a safe place at all...

[Sheesh. It sounds worse than Crossbone Isle.]

[splinterself]

Well, I don't know it's real name, but that's basically where he lives. Everything on the damn island except for the tinkerbulls is trying to kill him.

[mercuryangel]

[. . .]

And what else is there?

[splinterself]

God. Giant centaurs, killer goats, fuck knows what else. Most of this he doesn't talk about a lot, but I downloaded records from Brobot.

[mercuryangel]

How does he live?

[Those first things are enough to take her mind directly away from that second thing, which she doesn't know what is.]

[splinterself]

One day at a time. Just one day at a time. [So dramatic.] That and I sent Brobot back to keep his ass out of trouble and to train him through constant ambushes.

[mercuryangel]

So, this "Brobot" is a friend of yours?

[splinterself]

I guess you could say that. It was a pain in the ass getting him to Jake. It took me a few tries before his head went through.

[mercuryangel]

[!!!]

He was all right in the end, wasn't he?

[splinterself]

Jake? Yeah. He's here. Unless he ran off like a spazzy idiot again he should still be in one piece.

[mercuryangel]

[Phew. Well, one for one...]

That's relieving to hear.

[splinterself]

What the hell kind of friend would I be if I let him kill himself on Murderdeath Island? I had Brobot look after Jake, at least when he wasn't stalking him.

[mercuryangel]

Certainly not a very good one.

It's good that your friends are so understanding... and powerful.

[splinterself]

Yeah. Guess so. [In response to the first part or the second part? You be the judge.]

[mercuryangel]

[She nods.]

I can give you my Member Address, if you like.

[splinterself]

[There is a pause. This is not the unpleasant pause of something horrid being offered, but more something unexpected, in which one takes a mental step and goes huh.]

You're serious? [It should be noted that he's fishing for his Relic.] Any particular reason for the offer?

[mercuryangel]

I just want to help people is all. It's hard to defeat enemies alone.

[splinterself]

[He nods.]

Fair enough. [Relic out, ready to do the formalities.]