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A.B.A ([personal profile] quirkynote) wrote2024-08-01 12:52 pm

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hunts her down

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-20 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't need to ask where she's at. She has a very distinct scent. But when he finds her, he will at least be proper about it and call out to her, raising one big paw in hello.

Yes, he's in his werewolf form, because she's strong and he wants to be able to give her a proper fight partner. ]


YO ABA!
soundsurfing: (You got your Hell together)

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-20 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Heh, I'm glad you wanted to wrestle! It's super fun an' helps blow off a lot of energy.

[ Says the boy who, when younger, was nothing but a ball of rage. And took it out with skateboards. ]

I hope you don' mind if I'm in this form, I know yer strong an' I think if I was human you'd just snap me in half like a twig. This way I know Ima give you a fair fight.

[ He stretches a little, working his arms back and forth and twisting his waist, stretching his legs out. His tail is wagging slowly back and forth as he does. ]

Anythin' I should know? Like no grabbin' certain places? I ain't gonna bite you, I gotta find Azalia [ Zahliya ] and get uncorrupted before that, but like... how hard you wanna go? I'm aight wid blood an' shit.
soundsurfing: (One thing you never seem to learn)

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-20 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Mercury like... the planet?! That's so fuckin' hardcore, yo! But aight, no lickin' blood off me either. Got it. I don' think? my blood is like fucked up in any way. Other than the corruption shit.

[ His tail wags a little harder and he nods. ]

Same, yo. Always been a physical fighter too.

[ He drops down into a little crouch, arms and hands lifting up in a grappler position, and his muzzle pulls back into a grin. ]

We 'lowed to tap out an' no goin' fer the balls, so watch yer knees, please. Tha's cheatin'.
soundsurfing: (face it face)

[personal profile] soundsurfing 2024-10-20 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.... wait, metal can be liquid?! Widdout it like... bein' melted down??

[ Listen, maybe she was made with PIECES of Mercury!! Give him credit for at least knowing Mecury was a planet.

And man she's just showing off as she stretches like that. If he tried that he'd break himself. Or pull a muscle. He's limber but not that much so. He watches in appreciation and a little jealousy. Wow. ]


Heh, next time we can try wid weapons, I ain't used to fightin' wid physical weapons so that way you'd be at the advantage! Yer hubby may not be here but we gotta keep your skills up!

[ When she launches at him, he'll meet her head on. And unlike PV, he's more than willing to fight dirty, grinning as he immediately moves to get into her space and try and throw her. ]
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[DREAMING]

[personal profile] sticksandbonesmods 2024-12-16 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
What a beautiful day! What a joyous day! A wedding, a wedding! The sky is a clear, brilliant blue and wreaths and garlands of flowers hang off of every tree and building while A.B.A stands in a white dress, holding sea-blue flowers (ocean's drop blossoms, she'll recall). Down the path is her beloved, smiling fondly while a priest waits for her to walk down the aisle.

Percival is at her side, old (so much older) and gentle and radiating pride. He walks her down, lets her unite with Paracelsus. She can't hear the vows (is it love, the wake of time and time again, or something else) but she can see his smile, his golden hair, and everything is right.

They seal the vows with a kiss.

The wine runs blood red, and the sky is dark.




A.B.A wakes up alone.
submittome: (Headed to the guillotine)

back-dated to wobbles hand

[personal profile] submittome 2024-12-22 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As far as heists go, it's probably not the best, but this is what he gets for sending babies to do his work. Pearl specifically, of course, since he's Affogatos favorite.

So on the day they stay with A.B.A., Pearl will do his baby best to steal the doll Affogato made of her and carry it off to Affogato so he can get it enchanted.

It. It's probably. Not very stealthy........ ]
submittome: (So alive)

[personal profile] submittome 2024-12-22 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hm. Pearl CAN explain... or he can run. Running takes up so much energy though.

Baba under the bus it is. ]


"Baba."

[ And out the window the doll goes with one quick toss, Affogato yelping when he's beaned with it, the faint hiss of "PEARL" from below. But he has the doll so he quickly makes off with it towards Ydalir's tents.

Running is not fast in snow. ]
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[personal profile] submittome 2024-12-22 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh Dear Ovens, isn't that a terrifying sight. Now he wishes he had asked for wings as well. Thankfully his own tail is long and sinuous and he can try to swat at her with it if she gets too close. ]

Stop with your dramatics!! It is for a good cause!!

[ Huff puff, good gravies, this is ridiculous! Just tell her why, you idiot! ]

It is a GIFT, YOU MORON. [ Not like that. ] CAN YOU NOT SETTLE AND BE SURPRISED FOR ONCE IN YOUR TOADLETTE LIFE!? Back OFF and let me do this!
submittome: (I'm not looking for love no not today)

[personal profile] submittome 2024-12-22 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh if only he could savor his victory in swatting her down like the annoying fly she is, but he has to get this stupid doll to Ydalir. It doesn't help she's beating up a snow storm with her wings, and he raises his sleeves to cover his face. ]

YOU WILL HAVE IT BACK ANON, ONCE IT HAS BEEN ENCHANTED. I AM TRYING TO DO SOMETHING NICE FOR YOU!

[ His tone is a high shriek of ire, and he swings his tail hard through the snow to send a wave of it towards her. ]
submittome: (Now it's time to get real)

[personal profile] submittome 2024-12-23 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ FINALLY. And as she flees: ]

YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PARENT! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE OUR CHILDREN ALONE! YOU ARE NO LONGER A TOAD, AT LEAST THEY CARE FOR THEIRS!

[ Good, excellent, with her completely derided he quickly makes away with the poppet.

Only to return to her room - just marching into the Cookie house like he owns the damn place - and absolutely throw it at her again, curling his lip. ]


THERE, you moist pile of dough! Your gift is DONE. Now you may explore your stupid ocean for an hour as you see fit.