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silph_co2017-12-20 04:06 pm
gobblewonked) wrote in silph_co2017-12-20 04:06 pm
[ACTION, dining hall]
[This old man is...something else. You may have seen him if you looked in on any of the newbie Rocket classes. He might not be the best at pickpocketing, but his escapes are something else: he's got an unnerving, lizardlike ability to climb straight up anything from a person to a two-story building. He's hard to miss in the halls, with his bowlegged walk and long white beard (Is that a bandage on his beard? Does that even make any sense?) and, well -- let's call it what it is. He smells like junkyard. The R on his shirt is barely visible under the filthy overalls he has on, and he never seems to be wearing shoes.
So he's generally given a wide berth in the dining hall. He can be clearly seen eating everything on his tray. And I do mean everything: he has just eaten the paper napkins, and he's examining the empty milk carton with an admiring, hungry eye.]
Well, I'll be! Haven't seen one of these this fine in years!
[He's gonna eat it if no one stops him. Heck, even if somebody tries, he still might.]
So he's generally given a wide berth in the dining hall. He can be clearly seen eating everything on his tray. And I do mean everything: he has just eaten the paper napkins, and he's examining the empty milk carton with an admiring, hungry eye.]
Well, I'll be! Haven't seen one of these this fine in years!
[He's gonna eat it if no one stops him. Heck, even if somebody tries, he still might.]
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[These otherworlders were so fuckin' weird and they never got any less weird. Only more.]
[She lets out a gravelly sigh.]
All right, Grunt, you just do you.
[BUT SHE HAS TO PUT THE TRASH OUT, so she continues over to the dumpster... and just drops the sack in without actually looking. Because McGucket's garbage dance is distracting and she kind of wants to get away from it as soon as possible.]
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McGucket has to save the situation the only way he knows how: by yelling. He opens his mouth, waves his arms, and releases a shrill ululation, long and loud and hopefully enough to cover up any surprised noises his partner in dumpster crime might make.]
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Arceus ALMIGHTY, what on earth is wrong with you, recruit?! You been eatin' Paras shrooms?!
[She's GLARING... but at Fiddleford and not the dumpster! For Wrath's startled yelp was indeed pretty much completely obliterated by the old fellow's truly impressive feat of vocal fortitude.]
[Shaking her head, the lunch lady moves back past him and towards the door, muttering something about talking to the higher-ups about making sure they don't order anything else from the second-rate produce company that keeps giving them stuff with old all over it because clearly it's having a profound effect on the new recruits.]
[THE DAY IS SAVED!!!]
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Bye-bye now!
[He waves at her merrily until the door slams. McGucket gives it a moment to make sure all is quiet, and then he scrambles up the side of the dumpster to look down at Wrath in distress.]
Why didn'tcha run when I sent the message?!
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I was waiting for the bone!
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It's called hamboning! It goes like this!
[He climbs up onto the edge of the dumpster and stands there. Then, he does a rhythmic slapping dance on his arms, chest, and thighs.
The subtitles read: THIS IS A TEST OF THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYSTEM]
You can send all kinds of messages that way!
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[He sure didn't get a single word of those subtitles, but it's clear that he's intrigued.]
OH!
Like... a code?
[He vaguely knows what codes are-- that Sloth and Envy used to use it to send each other covert messages on the phone. And that Envy would usually not bother with it out of laziness.]
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This is how you say SOMEBODY'S COMING!
[Slap slappity slap slap, on the arms and the thigh and once to the cheek.]
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[He's a quick learner-- he's always had to be.]
[After observing McGucket's demonstration, he lets out a soft, determined grunt to himself, then mimics as best as he can.]
[Which is pretty close!]
[But the subtitles read SOMEBODY'S SLUMMING!]