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genessia2018-04-05 09:36 pm
quick_clean_pure) wrote in genessia2018-04-05 09:36 pm
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You're a Real Doll, Doll
WHO: Graverobber & Robert the Doll
WHAT: Graverobber really did try to avoid the eggs. Really. But then one falls on his head and he & Robert wind up in a hell of a weird situation.
WHEN: April 5th - Afternoon
WHERE: Genessia City
So if there had been one specific thing that had really gotten drilled into him when he arrived in Genessia, it was: do not touch the eggs. No, really. Seriously. Don't touch the fucking eggs.
And Graverobber was smart enough to heed that, especially since it seemed like there was a very real shot that it might wind up with him as a five-year old version of himself, and he was so not interested in that shit. Imagine if he tried to buy a beer or something.
So walking through Genessia City, he walked like he was sweeping the desert for landmines, stepping carefully until he got back to his temporary residence and settled in for a nice afternoon of Whatever the Fuck He Felt Like Doing.
Unfortunately for him, that meant he was looking at the ground as he walked, and not up above. If he'd been looking up, he might have noticed the tree next to his footpath was rustling, a small squirrel darting through the branches and disturbing anything it held, including one egg that had been hidden in the leaves and that was suddenly tumbling through the air right onto Graverobber's head.
As the egg hit, he only had enough time to shout "Motherfu-" before changing form.
WHAT: Graverobber really did try to avoid the eggs. Really. But then one falls on his head and he & Robert wind up in a hell of a weird situation.
WHEN: April 5th - Afternoon
WHERE: Genessia City
So if there had been one specific thing that had really gotten drilled into him when he arrived in Genessia, it was: do not touch the eggs. No, really. Seriously. Don't touch the fucking eggs.
And Graverobber was smart enough to heed that, especially since it seemed like there was a very real shot that it might wind up with him as a five-year old version of himself, and he was so not interested in that shit. Imagine if he tried to buy a beer or something.
So walking through Genessia City, he walked like he was sweeping the desert for landmines, stepping carefully until he got back to his temporary residence and settled in for a nice afternoon of Whatever the Fuck He Felt Like Doing.
Unfortunately for him, that meant he was looking at the ground as he walked, and not up above. If he'd been looking up, he might have noticed the tree next to his footpath was rustling, a small squirrel darting through the branches and disturbing anything it held, including one egg that had been hidden in the leaves and that was suddenly tumbling through the air right onto Graverobber's head.
As the egg hit, he only had enough time to shout "Motherfu-" before changing form.