#running2re-duck-tion

[thelostexperiment]

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Bradford : So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Susan : ...I did. I broke it.

Bradford : No. No you didn't. Buford?

Buford : Don't look at me. Look at Bentley.

Bentley : What?! I didn't break it.

Buford : Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Bentley : Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Buford : Suspicious.

Bentley : No, it's not!

Brycen : If it matters, probably not, but Collin was the last one to use it.

Collin : Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Brycen : Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Collin : I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Brycen!

Susan : Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Bradford.

Bradford : No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Brycen : Bradford ... Buford 's been awfully quiet.

Buford : rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Bradford , being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Bradford : I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Bradford :

Bradford : Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[running2redemption]

I think maybe it's time to make a pinned post: I'm accumulating side-blogs and haven't been here for a while!

Hello! My name is Shace! I'm 35 years old! My pronouns are she/him! This is my multimuse RP blog - though usually only a few muses are actually active at a given time!

Here's a link to my rules!

Here's a link to the High Activity Muses!

Right now my main muses are: Philip Wittebane (TOH), The Collector (TOH), The Archivists (TOH) and Sage of Truth (CRK, @running2revelation)

I have some sideblogs that are associated with specific characters and fandoms!

@running2reanimation - My Alan Becker animations fanblog - also accepting RP requests and in character asks!

@running2revelation - A multimuse RP blog for Cookie Run: Kingdom! Accepts asks and RP requests!

@king-orange - In character tumblr blog for King Orange from Animation VS Minecraft, accepts asks and RP requests!

@bang-bang-ballista - In character tumblr blog for Ballista from Animator VS Animation, accepts asks and RP requests!

@shadystriker - In character tumblr blog for Striker/Agent from Animator VS Animation, accepts asks and RP requests!

@running2re-duck-tion - My Ducktales 2017 multimuse blog - not very active currently but sometimes the muses strike!

@shace-t-ace - My personal blog! Beware - there are lots of untagged posts and general lack of organization, also not super active.

[slootsforshace]

“I swear, if one more of you pesky little Greyfaces asks Poe about that failure of a figment, so help me--”

“Ahem - dearest brother, might I suggest you ignore those things, and turn that curiosity towards something more... productive? Like finding us a new village to rule! That would be fun, wouldn’t it? Much more so than listening to the likes of them.”

[lucy-buzzard]

@running2re-duck-tion continue from (x)

“Like I’m going to trust the woman who kidnapped me,” The little buzzard rolled his eyes, putting as much distance as he could between them. Given that he was more useful to her alive, and was clearly being used as bait to lure his grandma out here he doubted it would be a deadly poison, but he wasn’t too keen on possibly being drugged into complacency. He also knew that chances were he’d have to cave eventually, but he’d hold out as long as he could. Why couldn’t he actually get to sit out on an adventure, just this once? Even when he tried, stuff like this happened. Maybe he should just stop trying...

Lavinia looks down at the cowered boy in the cage with dull, empty eyes. "Eat or starve, I do not care," Lavinia said as she set the plate and cup in front of the boy.

Although, when the woman looked at the boy on eye level, she noticed odd about his behavior. Most chaotic children (specifically the adventuring type) would not further themselves away from her. They would try and attack her instead.

The labrador shakes her head and stands back up. She looks out the window and notice the sky was going dark. "If Finch is this great of an adventurer I've heard so much about, then she'll come here with in three days." Lavinia looks back down at the cage child. "You better be on your best behavior if you don't anything happen to you."

[big-chicken-man]

“I'm begging you not to make this weird... you just... You looked like you needed one," Brycen mumbled, face pressed into the rooster's side, the vulture's arms wrapped around him.

{Hugs}

Shock defeated Steelbeak's instinct to pry himself free. Well, this was new. Usually, the little guy steered clear of striking distance (who could blame him?). Yet, there Brycen was, trusting he would leave the interaction without a memory of flying to call his own. Thank goodness everyone else left the boardroom.

Steelbeak smirked, patting Brycen's back. "Hey, I'm used to bein' yelled at by everybody like that. Water off my back."

Didn't make the buzzard's gesture any less pleasant. John and Phantom were lucky their frequent affection toward their partners wasn't seen as weakness. Steelbeak's smile dimmed at the thought, but he staved it off in favor of guiding Brycen to the doorway.

"Come on, pal. I’ll buy ya lunch."

[sympathy-for-thedamned]

“You belong to me," Poe reminded the old buzzard, unnatural eyes staring into Bradford's own. His expression wasn't cross, more along the lines of lightly amused. Was this going to be a power struggle or was the vulture going to accept that his place was with him?

Bradford hated that despite knowing how people worked from observation, when confronting situations he froze up. He wanted to speak, but in the moment all he could do was stare.

Those words...

A part of him wanted to be offended, to lash out and say that no one truly owned him.  The thing Bradford hated more than anything in the world - to be so helpless to his own devices, to not be the one in control, to have no control over his situation or anyone around him - it tore him up inside.  It felt like jammed gears in his inner mechanization.

However, thinking more on things, analyzing his own situation, the vulture hybrid had also acknowledged some things about their time together.  Poe had really not done anything other than help him get out of his feral vulture form.

If anything, Poe knew how it felt to be dehumanized and humiliated. Poe was the one person who could understand what Bradford felt.  The one person he had a strong connection to.  For turning him back into his original form, he owed it to Poe to help him find his sister.

It didn't help that his gaze was piercing whatever Bradford had in the confines of his chest that resembled a heart.

His pride suggested that he say he was no slave, but something else within him tried to convince him to give in.  To tell him that his work was done, he had no purpose, and he could finally rest after trying to hard and crashing even harder.

It was written on his face that he was conflicted.

A war raged in his head over what to do, how to logically get himself out of this predicament.  Even with all of his intelligence, Poe had magic on his side.  Bradford wasn't in the mood to cross anyone else.  Who knew who'd all be scorned by him if they ever found out he was living as anything less than a pet.

He closed his eyes and swallowed his pride.  "What choice do I have? I won't deny that being with you will ensure my safety, and at this point I'll need it.  My only request is that you treat me with decency."

Bradford paused and spoke lowly. "I know I don't have the right to ask it of you, but I feel like you'd understand."

[thelostexperiment]

Despite his assumptions she really was interested and had some experience with agriculture. She was about to ask the exact extent of his knowledge and perhaps offer some tips if he wanted, but that would have to wait for a later date when they reached the door.

"Oh, right, sure thing." She muttered before setting her pack down and took her place at the ring on the opposite side of Brycen. "Mr. B, you can get on Mr. Brycen's side."

"You don't need help on your side?" He asked as he put his books and emptied jerky packet and drink can down next to Susan's pack.

"Nah, I'm good." The young duck grabbed her side of the ring readied herself as Mr. Buzzard took his position next to Brycen. "... Ready?"

thelostexperiment​:

@running2re-duck-tion

“Oh,” the forced smile on the young duck’s face disappeared and was replaced with a more genuine one, “that actually sounds really nice.” She seemed to reminisce about something before she went back to the subject,“ What kind of plants you thinkin’ on growing, or is it going to be a vegetable garden?”

“Roses, maybe?” Mr. B guessed with a tilt of his head, he’d been patiently listening. After only seeing pictures of flowers in books the thought of seeing real ones did interest him.

“I have enough space that I should be able to have both a vegetable garden and a flower garden - maybe I’ll grow roses someday, but I think I’ll go with more beginner friendly plants at first. I may have done a lot of reading on the subject already but I imagine it will be more difficult than the books and articles make it out to be. I have succulents in my office but these will be very different,” Brycen explained, staying vague because he assumed their interest was less genuine and more just a matter of being polite and desperate for that topic change.

Fortunately, their awkward conversation was coming to a close, since Brycen stopped before an airtight door; it had one of those rotating rings acting as a handle, “Ah here we are, the Records Room.” 

Grabbing the ring, Brycen tried to turn it, but it barely budged, “It must be stuck from a year of disuse. Could the two of you give me a hand?”

[rudechickenboy]

11 Roy

@running2re-duck-tion I think I got one meant for you here

[calisotaocs]

Match Maker!

@running2re-duck-tion​ said:  Match Maker for uh... Brycen or Poe since those are my most active rn?

I’ll go with one or two for each one!

For Brycen, I feel like him meeting Leslie could be super interesting, since Leslie is a former SHUSH agent, prior to departing the agency because she just didn’t have the stomach for the work. She’s a very kind woman, though- I think getting to meet the woman who treated the injured of SHUSH for a long time would make for a pretty neat interaction.

A couple for Poe, and that’s definitely Aurora or Odette. I’ve wondered a lot what someone like Poe would think of a more whimsical but still powerful ancient magic like Gummi Magic, and Odette could be a curiosity to him. A girl who developed magic with NO obvious source, no lineage or magic items, and gained the ability to mend and heal.

[thelostexperiment]

The old buzzard-man's eyes began to flutter open again to a very familiar sight of sandstone walls and floors. He's sitting on the old couch that must have been left here from F.O.W.L. when they still ran this library. 

Oh dear, he must have dozed off again looking through files. The vulture lets out a lazy yawn before hearing, "Sleep well?" As he realized just who he'd been sleeping against... Again...

He straightened himself up rubbing his baggy old man eyes.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, Brycen. This is becoming an awful habit."

The younger buzzard merely gave a polite smile to his older brother. "It's alright, Mr. B, I've started to get used to it."

"But still, it must be terribly inconvenient for you."

"I've mostly been reading up on these files while you were asleep anyway. I hope we can find something about you soon..."

Mr. Buzzard let out a sigh through his nostrils, he was beginning to wonder if there really *is* anything about him here. He decided to change the subject to something less frustrating.

"I had a very interesting dream, that our ages were switched and we were were frantically trying to reverse it somehow." He gave a tired chuckle, "I suppose that could never really happen though."

The younger brother grimaced at the thought, his face hardened a little before he shook the feeling away. "I wouldn't be too sure about that..." Then he gave the old man a curious glance. "Mr. B, would you want to become a younger man? That is if that's what you dream about..."

Mr. B just shrugged, "I'm not sure, I've never been young before as far as I know. Must be nice though, to have all that extra energy."

Brycen scoffed a little, "I don't have that much more, and I'm sure it'll be even less as the years roll on."

"Hmmm..." Mr. B thought it over a little more. "Maybe, I'd just to try it and see what it's like... If I don't like it I can always just wait for age to catch up with me again." He said with a little smirk...

[thelostexperiment]

You know I must hand over Brycen for the incorrect quotes, yeah? Though at least one Poe quote might be fun too…

@running2re-duck-tion

(Collin & Brycen)

Collin, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Brycen.

Brycen, not looking up from their coffee: Good morning, problem child.

(Mr. B & Brycen)

Mr. B, looking at their reflection: Now, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be?

Brycen: Well, that's you.

Mr. B: Me?! Is that what I look like?

Brycen: You don't know?

Mr. B: Busy day.

(Susan & Brycen)

Susan : You know me, Brycen, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters?

Brycen: What?

Susan : I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

(Susan, Mr. B & Brycen)

Mr. B, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!

Susan: Mr. B, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Brycen, would you get Mr. B some water?

Brycen: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

(Collin & Poe)

Collin: What are you up to today?

Poe: I wasn’t finished.

Poe: Nothing.

Collin: But you did that yesterday!

(Susan & Poe)

Poe: Something’s off.

Susan : Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Poe: No, but that’s funny.

[slootsforshace]

In his defense, he’d tried to time it so he’d arrive back at the mansion while Bradford was still at the office. It’d be easier that way, to sneak into his own home like some kind of coward and get things sorted out on his own. If he was really careful, he wouldn’t have to run into anyone else, either.

Scrooge took the long route up to the manor, circling around the back and using the kitchen door to slip inside. He shut it silently, head turned to better listen for anyone nearby; focusing, he could hear what sounded like Beakley moving around upstairs in her own wing, but beyond that it was quiet.

Now fairly positive that no one was going to burst in on him - and that none of the security system was about to activate - Scrooge heaved a sigh as he moved from the kitchen, through the TV room and up the grand staircase. His head was already pounding, strong enough to occasionally blur his vision, and it was so tempting to just head right to his bedroom and sleep until it stopped. Never the less, he turned toward his office and study instead, determined to get his problem dealt with right away.

[lucy-buzzard]

@running2re-duck-tion ask for a starter with Lavinia Labrador

Lavinia has to admit, she wasn't expecting the kidnapping to be so easy... Although come to think of it, is it that much of a surprise? The famous adventurer, Isabella Finch, left her child sidekick behind in the woods. By the time Finch goes back to that camp, the boy will be long gone.

The labrador made sure the note she left behind was put in an obvious spot. Finch is an adventurer, she'll find the boy. Eventually. For now the boy will be a "guest" in her home till the time is right.

Speaking of the boy, his lunch is ready. Lavinia takes the plate and cup to the boy in the living room. Where his put in a small cage. "Here is your lunch," Lavinia said with a monotone voice. "It is not poisonous. If you wish to keep your energy up then I suggest you eat."

[big-chicken-man]

Continued from: X || @running2re-duck-tion​

Brycen’s voice made Steelbeak pause mid step. Great. After fighting through deranged mobs of gift shoppers in pursuit of a little holiday spirit, that wasn’t enough to escape the claws of interrogation. If coming back meant getting torn a la relentless questioning, returning naked would have been a smart move. At least then, the expensive suit wouldn’t be messed up even more than it already was. 

Swinging back around on one heel, Steelbeak snatched the chair he stumbled over and pulled it toward himself. As one might’ve expected, he sat in it backwards, arms crossed over the top of the backrest. 

“To answer your question, detective, I thought I’d try a little somethin’ new this year. Saw a few things, thought ya might like ‘em, so I bought ‘em.”

“Those holiday shoppers... they’re piranhas, Brycen. Piranhas! Over $20 in savings!”

[big-chicken-man]

👤Brycen

{Hundred Dollars for Your Thoughts?}

“Ah, that coconut drop, eh? Lesse…” Steelbeak’s gaze drifted into space, a hand holding a glass of whiskey to his left.

“Look, I get the guy was a clone of the big cheese, but ah, he’s got his own set of personality traits. Poor chump’s stuck in the whole mindset of being’ used for one purpose, like he’s nothin’ but a machine.” He reached to his drink to take a swig, crossing his arms and leaning back when he’s satisfied. “But let’s get somethin’ straight. I know behind that shy face of his is a brain that’s got a buncha potential. He might be able to sail under everyone else’s radar, but not me. I know he’s got a million thoughts goin’ on in there, and if he really wanted to mess someone up, no one here would ever suspect it’s him.”

He shrugged.

“He’s got a good head on his shoulders, but I ain’t underestimatin’ him, and I'll be keepin' a real good eye on him. If there's anything I've ever learned the hard way, it's always the quiet ones that get ya when you least expect it.”

[big-chicken-man]

From: X

@running2re-duck-tion (To trim thread)

It seemed his little scare worked. Mission accomplished. In truth, Steelbeak had no plans to take his “playful” demeanor with the buzzard any further, though when it came to pranks, tactful was...hardly a consistent way to describe his methods. 

“Hah, now how could I possibly throw a guy like yous when ya haven’t done nothin’ wrong to me, eh? At least, the way I’d throw the other chumps in this dump.” He smirked from the thought, wringing his hands together. 

“’Slong as you don’t get on my bad side, I won’t throw you. As far. You’re safe for today, pal. For today...”