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]

[. . .

He totally has his icon for an expression, doesn't he? It's the "My grandma is so smart. These fruit are funny. My head hurts." smile, isn't it?

...actually, don't answer that.]

Alright. Sure, why not, every guy needs his own pair of sweet shades. [By the way, a thought has occurred to him.]

I thought the icon was appropriate.

[hoperaider]

[That is...better left unsaid.]

Naturally! [Oh God what thought.]

Yeah, it kind of is, actually.

[splinterself]

[And, unless he's being stopped by Jake he's going to (reluctantly) get up and ask,]

You coming? Might as well get looking for materials over with.

[hoperaider]

[Nope, he's not getting stopped. Jake will get up and follow him like a puppy!]

Sure. [Psh, they can always find another quiet perch.] What is it that you need?

[splinterself]

I don't know yet. Normally I'd look for plastic, but where the hell would you find plastic here? [It's like...hey look, they're in Steampunktopia. Gears and shit everywhere.]

[hoperaider]

I'd suggest something like fiber glass, but that might not be well suited for something like this. What about black fabric?

[splinterself]

That'll work. [Replacing Jake's glasses with prescription shades while Jake's sleeping (and hiding the actual glasses somewhere) can wait until later, anyway. He's going to start heading in the direction of where he got the rest of the fabric.]

[hoperaider]

[What.

Jake follows along not unlike that of a dog.]

Sorry I interrupted your rest, by the way.

[splinterself]

[What?

Cool. They're walking together.]

What the hell are you talking about, English?

[hoperaider]

[Really, Dirk. You'd take a guy's glasses like that.]

When you were lying down earlier, you looked rather comfortable. Then I went and ran my mouth about the whole sunglasses thing.

[splinterself]

[And replace them with a pair of sweet shades.]

Yeah. And?

[hoperaider]

[This does not help a guy who is nearsighted and isn't sensitive to light. He does not need shades, he is cool enough with his regular specs!]

I apologize for interrupting it.

[splinterself]

[They can be prescription shades. And he should be more open to new experiences.]

You dork. It's fine.

[hoperaider]

[He will keep them, and the only time he'll wear them is if Dirk decides to take them on another Fire element dungeon like he did with Rose.]

Are you sure?

[splinterself]

[And now he's going to stop and give Jake a Look. Capital L intended.]

Alright. No, I'm not sure. What are you going to do now? [He's still okay with it, FYI.]

[hoperaider]

[He laughs.]

How about we snoop about for a place that sells ice cream after we get the fabric? My treat!

[splinterself]

Cool. You got yourself a deal, English. [And resuming the search for cloth.]

[hoperaider]

[Taking a friend out for ice cream as an apology is totally a friendly, nice thing to do, right?]

What sort of cloth do you need? Cotton?

[splinterself]

Yeah. Or maybe felt. I don't know. Whatever looks good for shades that's cheap. [And he can scout out stuff for OPERATION: Upgrade Jake's Eyewear.]

[hoperaider]

Alright. I'll take a look over here, then! [And off he goes to look through the assorted fabrics.]

[splinterself]

[And he's actually going to...chill. If he had an orange soda this was the moment he'd pick to crack one open and drink it.

No rush. He's kind of half-assedly checking out fabric, idly wondering about blanketing Mac Anu in smuppets.]

[hoperaider]

[It's actually pretty hard finding black fabric. The only thing he's found close in cotton is midnight blue and with the felt that'd be a dark brown.]

Hey, Dirk? Would midnight blue or dark brown work as a substitute for black if we can't find it?

[splinterself]

Go with the blue.

[Stil-

...

How distracted is Jake right now?]

[hoperaider]

Got it!

[Very distracted. He's still looking for black cotton/felt, but he'll probably have to fall back on the midnight blue.]

[splinterself]

[Mac Anu is a battlefield for Sbrurb players. A place where Princes of Heart, Pages of Hope, Seers of Light, and Knights of Time engage in a never ending struggle. This is a place where only the strong survive.

Watch as the wild Prince of Heart creeps towards his prey. Utilizing the natural camouflage surrounding him, he stalks slowly towards the browsing Page of Hope. Gradually he creeps closer. He freezes for a moment when it seems that the Page of Hope might spot him before continuing on his stalk.

He draws closer and closer until-

Drapes from behind: quick, friendly, affectionate-with-no-ulterior-motivations-really-stop-looking-at-him-like-that.]

That'll work. [Unless Jake does anything in the next few seconds he'll grab it and head over to pay for it. Quick, think fast!...ish!]