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Tweak says, "inconceivable!"

Bagel Check: [Pass] (bad_schematics) wrote in wildhuntthreads,
@ 2020-09-20 19:03:00

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!post: thread, lazuli lapre, scottwick faneuil

Who: Lazuli Lapre, Scottwick Faneuil
What: Kiddo Attack
When: Early Sunday morning
Where: Maple 202
Status: Closed, Finished
Warnings: TBA, possible minor violence, kid shenanigans, language, F for Laz, Scottwick ain't having it, implied past neglect

Scottwick dreamt of clouds. Soft, fluffy clouds that enveloped him in their entirety, nesting and cradling. He sighed in contentment, burrowing deeper into them. They were made of a really nice fabric.

Huh? He squished it between his fingers. That wasn't right.

The tiefling sat straight up, looking around the room and immediately noting a distinct lack of creepy windchimes. This wasn't the supply closet of the junior barracks, or the sleeping quarters at the city orphanage. It wasn't even Junco's stupid loft. The bed was bouncy and, yes, full of expensive softness. Wherever this place was, it was completely unfamiliar and the owner was rich. He pinched himself to see if he was still dreaming. Nope.

In a split second, he went from groggy confusion to full alertness. Had he been kidnapped? Sleptwalked? Had Junco finally given him away? The room wasn't filled with her trademark decor, but it still looked like it belonged to another mad artificer and was chock-full of alien-looking objects. He felt a surge of victory at the thought that he must have finally gotten Junco to get rid of him, and a sharp spitefulness at whoever thought they were going to keep him away from Lilabelle this time.

Whoever it was, he didn't plan to stick around to meet them. He got out of bed as quietly as he could and laid eyes on a nearby satchel. It was already filled with strange white disks and tools he didn't recognize. No gold, but that was okay--he could find some later. He almost made a break for the door then and there, but spotted the golden brown heel of a loaf of bread peeking out from a counter in one of the nearby rooms. His stomach growled at the sight. When was the last time he had eaten?

Knowing full well the risk he was taking, but also recognizing the value of packing food if he was going to hide out on the streets, he tiptoed towards it, seized the whole loaf, and crammed it into the satchel. Behind the loaf was a glass jar of jam. He paused, and upon hearing no sign of his rich new "guardian", opened the container and shoveled a handful of sweet berry jam into his mouth.

It was delicious. But too heavy to take with him. He pushed the jar aside, lid still off and greedily climbed onto the counter, reaching for the cupboards to see what else his mysterious new captor had. In his haste, his foot nudged the glass jar off the edge off the counter. It shattered loudly on the floor, just moments before the contents of the overstuffed cupboard came down in an avalanche of cans and boxes. Scottwick froze, still standing on the counter holding his satchel and surrounded by the mess. If the home's other occupants hadn't been awake before...they sure were now.

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blue_beetle_boy
2020-09-21 04:07 am UTC (link)

Lazuli awoke with a start to the sound of shattering glass. It wasn't accompanied by any noises by Scottwick, which worried him. He made his way out of the closet, with Draco in tow.

"Scottwick, are you alright?" He rubbed his eyes, looking through Draco's for a minute as he did so. The kitchen was a mess, cans and boxes having fallen out of one of the cupboards. Scottwick did a number on it. But it wa nothing that couldn't be fixed easily enough. "You didn't get hit by anything, did you? I could grab the ring to fix you up if you need it."

Something about Scottwick seemed different, but Laz couldn't quite place it. He was never much of a morning person. Why, why was he on the counter? "What, what are you doing on the counter? We have a stool." Granted, said stool was usually used as a small table, but still.

As Laz finished wiping his eyes, starting to look through his own again, he realized Scottwick seemed, smaller? Maybe it was just a bad morning. He would seem fine after some coffee. It was probably somewhere in the mess that spilled out of the cabinet. "Can you help me find the coffee?"

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bad_schematics
2020-09-21 06:05 am UTC (link)

Scottwick froze, staring at the fairy that was blearily wiping his eyes. The first thought that came to his mind was blue. The second was beetle. The third was tiny. So this was the mysterious rich guardian/kidnapper? The fairy didn't dress like anyone Scottwick had seen before. Nothing about this weird new room was like anything he'd seen before. Though he had to admit that the fairy dragon hovering nearby was a little bit interesting--he hadn't ever seen one before or expected to. Too bad he wouldn't be sticking around to get to pet it.

He shifted his gaze from the dragon back to the bigger concern: the fairy man. Scottwick felt a surge of anger at the way the newcomer regarded him so personally. So he thought they would just be friends then? Just like that? Did he think that he could offer Scottwick soft blankets and food and pretend sympathy, and his new apprentice would just roll over and be a little doll?

No. This fairy was going to rue this day just like that stupid Junco had. He had a sister to find.

Scottwick bristled, quivering on the counter, every muscle poised to run or fight. He wasn't going to be coddled into whatever new trick or lie this was. This guy wanted him to use a stool and not get his feet on the counter? Too bad. He wanted coffee? Scottwick spotted a metal can that had fallen onto the counter. The word "Coffee" was written on the front in bold, blocky letters. He picked it up slowly.

"You need coffee?" he asked, tightening his grip on the can with venom in his voice. "FETCH!" He hurled the coffee at the fairy and didn't even wait to see if it hit before picking up more cans and launching them in a volley at the duo. "Bon voyage, twist-up scatwad!"

With that declaration, Scottwick dove for the door, clutching the satchel tightly and making a break for whatever lay waiting outside.

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