past the castle gates

[garmr]

Who: Guts and Friends
When: April!
Where: Multiple
What: Catch-all for April, including influence threads
Warnings: None yet!

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[garmr]

[Now, Guts is usually inclined to just get the job done and move on. He had enough of a sense of practicality for that. But for this? He's going to make a special exception. Be it with flaming ghost brats or real living brats, you gotta make your stand.

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.]

[illequipped]

[Oh okay, that gets him to pause.]

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!!]

[garmr]

[Hrm. Well, Emil is making a valiant effort, at least. Can't blame him for trying to back up his whining.

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?]

[illequipped]

[bruh.........

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!!

[garmr]

[Well, his original plan was to knock Emil off once, watch him get disheartened, and then tell him to shut up. But, uh, that’s not happening. He’s climbing on even harder???

What a stubborn brat!!]

You aren’t gonna give up, are you?

[illequipped]

No! I know how to do my job, and you're just- big!

[Yes, a fine argument. He's a one of a kind box barnacle.]

[garmr]

...

[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.]