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agentlelog2019-04-02 11:15 pm
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past the castle gates
Who: Guts and Friends
When: April!
Where: Multiple
What: Catch-all for April, including influence threads
Warnings: None yet!
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When: April!
Where: Multiple
What: Catch-all for April, including influence threads
Warnings: None yet!
[If you'd like a starter, feel free to DM or ping at
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Nonetheless, Guts approaches the unloading area where the rest of the cargo was being gathered, regardless of his whining. Tweedle Dee lost his box privileges when he backed up the boarding ramp.]
Try gettin' a smaller one.
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He slaps the box again for good measure. Guts!!]
But this one is mine! [He's a spoiled only child, is it obvious?? Give him his STUFF back!] I can move it if you just stopped!
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And so, he stops mid-stride, and looks down at him.]
Alright then. Take it from me.
[Prove yourself, Emil. Snatch this huge box right out from under his arm.]
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Um, what?
[He glances around, like, in front of everyone? Sadly, there are just enough bored sailors watching this still that he can't back down now!! Death warrant: signed.
...Not that he has any genius ideas besides just quite literally trying to climb onto the box from here. Give him this!!]
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Of course, attempting to climb up really only jostles the box and Guts' arm for a bit before he just kind of... casually shakes him off. You done embarrassing yourself, buddy?]
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Well, Emil is very small, so it's not hard to shake him off even for someone who isn't the size of a small house. But is he done? Is he?? No, he's not, he's going to try it again, with more gusto!!]
Give me my stupid box! You don't even like helping!!
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What a stubborn brat!!]
You aren’t gonna give up, are you?
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[Yes, a fine argument. He's a one of a kind box barnacle.]
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[Wasn't this clambering barnacle just spending an hour on his break?? No, Guts decides, he does not know how to do his job.
And so, with a great big sigh of resignation, he keeps walking forward with his box, Emil's box, and Emil dangling from somewhere on his body. If a sailor or two sends a question his way about the whole predicament, he blithely ignores them.]