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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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hematite
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
Rumor Has It (4 emil)
Needless to say, he’d be interested in doing more than just passing through once he got ear of activity beyond the city walls. He wasn’t usually one to stick around people, but he could make an exception here. Maybe it was just the air of the crowd.
He’d soon be among the crewmembers unloading the various crates and boxes of cargo to land, and has the sense to remove his cloak and pauldrons to free up his shoulders. As he walks down the thin boarding ramp back to the dock, the steel point of his boot finds something - or someone - obstructing his path back to the wooden docks.]
Move.
o boy
It's entirely possible this is a mistake and someone much bigger and more intimidating than he is gave him just enough mean looks to keep him there, or one of the sailors convinced him to push crates around as a joke. No matter; whatever the reason, there is one (1) more prissy pretty boy on this dock than usual, currently leaning his elbow on a crate and not moving it at all. It's break time; he deserves this.
But, ah- being nudged with a boot is so... rude!! He turns and looks up - literally everyone here has at least a head on him, jesus - and then—]
Ah! [POINTS..... this is like, the third time he's done this, but the first time outside of breakfast.] You!!
Re: o boy
The boot comes back around to nudge him off the crate with a little more vigor. Next time he may just kick him aside.]
Out of the way.
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But maybe not for long if he keeps being nudged, what the hell!!]
Stop that! I'm doing my job— go around!
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He takes one look at that cargo box in comparison to this small twig boy, and quickly realizes what the issue is.]
You dragged out somethin' that's too big for you, huh?
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I kicked it all the way over here, actually.
[No one stopped this.]
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[For all Guts was annoyed, he did seem empathetic to Emil’s struggle here. How many times had he done the same thing as a kid? Too many! That’s how he ended up with a sword the size of a table.
[He is going to pull Emil away from the box by his shirt, though. Out of the way, punk. He’s going to carry both of these boxes.]
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my god???]
Wh— [Emil is honestly too shocked for a moment to do anything, then he bristles and swats pointlessly at Guts' arm.] E-Excuse me! Stop that!
[Oh my god!!!] I'm trying, alright? A lot!
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Guts switches his own cargo box to his other arm, holding it in place over his shoulder with the prosthetic hand. He bends over to pick up Emil's box and hold that one under his armpit, fingers gripping the bottom ridges.]
I got it.
[He really does. The doubled weight doesn't seem to bother him at all. Now, don't mind him continuing to walk down the boarding ramp.]
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[Hold! On! That's Emil's box! How is he supposed to, uh, get silently laughed at by all these big, scary sailors if he isn't kicking a box down the dock? It takes him a moment to shuffle forward a bit and then hurry after Guts, slapping his hands onto the side of the box. Hello!!!!]
This one is mine!
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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.]