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European Badger Don’t Care || Open

#european badger don't care #reese burns

firetrucksandflowers‌:

After nearly dropping the box, but able to catch the bottom on his knee and getting a better grip, Reese took another moment in silence to try to rethink this whole situation because there was something very off about it.

First thing, it seemed as though this man thought the boxes were actually alive instead of whatever was inside of the boxes. He had dealt with a wide variety of people as he was someone who served the public. Didn’t matter who you were, what you were like, if they had called the department for help they were going to be there to answer.

This, though, was way over his own head. It had him feeling uncomfortable in a more drastic way than his usual perpetual state of being. In the kind that made his skin crawl and worry pick up.

“Uh,” he said, short and clipped as he looked at the other deciding whether or not he should continue with this conversation. It didn’t seem like he meant any harm, it just seemed like he was genuinely like…that.

“It’s um,” he swallowed as he set the box back on the cart, keeping his focus on checking on the opening to not have to make eye contact, “badgers. Not-. Not the boxes themselves…”

“Badgers!” Clark yelled, jumping back and bringing his hands closer to his chest in a gesture of protection. He had been touching those boxes! One of those little devils could have escaped and killed him! What kind of person was this? Carting around evils of this Earth in boxes just letting anyone pick them up willy-nilly? And-! He wanted to release them!

“You’re mad!” he said, pointing at the man with wide eyes. “You can’t release those things here, they’ll kill us all! The whole town will come crashing to the ground. Don’t you know how dangerous those things are?”

He scoffed, hands on his hips, suddenly forgetting his proximity in order to recount his suddenly remembered memories, “I had to detach one from a fellow’s tricep once. And then again from his calf! They’re heathens! You’ve got to-, I’ve got to get rid of them!”

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

kida-oftheworld‌:

Okay so–not just time travel. But teleportation.

Of course, it hadn’t just been time travel last time, either. They hadn’t been standing at the exact spot where the filming for Jurassic Park took place, which meant they had to get there first–or then again maybe it was all simultaneous. Couldn’t move through time without moving through space but you could move through space and not time. But then the first time they met, why hadn’t Clark just moved them through space and not time?

Maybe he couldn’t really control his powers.

Now there was a thought, though not one long-lasting since he was moving again, and this time Kida intended to do more than just follow.

She fell into step next to him.

“What did you give her? Like an object? Can you tie your abilities to things?”

“Tie my abilities to things,” he scoffed, looking at her with a pinched expression like that sentence absolutly zero sense, how did she ever come to that conclusion. “No, that’d be silly! People’ve just got to have something that makes them stick otherwise they-.”

His eyes widen suddenly as he thought further on how he was going to finish that sentence. Clark winced, scratching at his forehead so his knuckles tipped his hat up a little. Well...that wasn’t good....

Ah, pft, he could go back before anything happened. That scientist probably wouldn’t even remember being lost anyways so it was stupid to worry about it when, if he ever got round to it, it would all cease to exist.

Right. He smiled again, the guilt that swept through him having passed as quickly as it had come.

“Anyways, people can’t really go too far back or too far forwards from their time lines, otherwise they’ll go back to where they belong. Or, er, somewhere on their time line anyways,” he shrugged, then eyed her oddly. “Why?”

European Badger Don’t Care || Open

#european badger don't care #reese burns #he's a menace but #thank you lol

firetrucksandflowers‌:

Reese had tried to comply to the man’s wishes, holding up his hands to show that he wasn’t going to pull a fast one or anything like that. It was all just some kind of misunderstanding, and for some reason Reese had been the one left out of it when it was him who had the box in the first place.

He watched, horrified, as the man picked up the Box. Despite the previous warnings he had to move, the flip inside of him having been switched and any recognition of himself passing on to someone more capable in the face of an emergency.

The box tipped and Reese was there to catch it, his chest pressing into the opposite side the man was holding, his hands on either side of the box.

“Please, sir,” he said, more sternly, “they don’t belong to anyone. I can’t let you take them, they should be allowed to go free.”

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so!” Clark said, scoffing at the other man with a very dramatic roll of his eyes. He grinned at the other man, pushing forwards, the man backwards, against the box until he was standing next to the little handle that had been in the man’s hand.

“This will be much easier than walking to...,” Clark stopped, looking around them for a moment of utter confusion until, oh! That right, they were still in Swynlake. He let go of the box completely, not even warning the other that all the weight would be left up to him to carry but, hey, the bloke had broad shoulders and nice looking arms, he’d be fiiine. In fact Clark took hold of one of those nice looking arms.

“Where to?” he asked, straightening up with confidence. “I’m..not really sure where boxes should be allowed to run free. I’ve only ever seen them in storage facilities.”

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

kida-oftheworld‌:

Kida figured she was right, but she didn’t want to say as much without having an actual answer to that problem–Clark, of course, didn’t even let her get that far.

He was trotting forwards and forwards and he was gone. Horse included.

Part of her thought, well, this was a lovely walk to the stables for nothing, shame he left so quickly. But the other part of her knew that she should’ve seen it coming. Nothing she had seen from Clark should’ve lead her to believe that he would do anything but disappear on a whim.

She was about to turn around, leaning to the side only once to peer into the darker stables, when she saw him.

Oh.

Well look at that.

He came up to her–horseless–as if nothing had happened, and Kida’s head was back to buzzing with questions.

“Did you just teleport that horse in there directly? Or did you go somewhere else in time first?”

Clark sighed dreamily again as the montage of the horse living out her life in the stables played through his head. Getting her hooves cleaned, taking baths, surely someone would want to braid her hair as she had a lovely mane that could become a work of art, taking long rides through the forest. It’d be a wonderful life for her.

And then the record of the soundtrack to the montage scratched as Kida’s voice cut in. He made a face, then looked over at her.

“Directly,” he said, reaching up to adjust the hat on his head. Now that all the ice and snow had melted and the long sleeves and layers of the outfit he had on were really taking in the heat the sun was giving off he felt his temperature pushing towards uncomfortable.

“Although, this could be a tricky one,” he continued. “As long as they keep what I gave her on her, she should be able to stay in this time. Though...if it were to ever leave her she would go back to her original line.”

He looked at the stables for a moment, worry creasing his brow. Then he shrugged, turning off down the path that she had lead him up. “I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

European Badger Don’t Care || Open

#european badger don't care #reese burns

firetrucksandflowers‌:

He watched on as the man not only did not follow his precautions but talked to the boxes. The badgers, really, but when he addressed Reese again he had said boxes not badgers, which either meant he actually thought it was the boxes that were making all those noises or he still didn’t know what was in the boxes so he just called it by what he saw. But he also wasn’t asking what was in the box.

“I…?” Reese shook his head a little bit. The question stumped him thoroughly Usually he knew what he wanted to say on the inside, it was getting it to come out of his mouth correctly that was the problem. Here it was all blank. How was he even supposed to answer that?

“It’s…I haven’t,” he said. “I was-. I don’t-…I was going to let them go? At by the forest?”

Clark harrumphed at that answer. It sounded unsure, it took too long to be said, and this man was far too quiet. How could anyone take him seriously? The only thing he really had going for him was his physicality. But Clark could out run that! He could out run anyone, actually.

“I think the box would beg to differ!” he said, as if it were very obvious. Because it was, was it not? The boxes did not want to be in this man’s custody. They wanted to be free, not taken off to the woods. How awful.

“Don’t come any closer or I will be forced to take matters into my own hands,” he said, giving the man a wide eyed look. He then moved to pick up one of the boxes and the hissing started up, the weight of the box making him fumble.

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

kida-oftheworld‌:

“Well–” See that was an interesting question, because Kida wasn’t really sure. She felt like these last few months she had been reacting more than she had been acting. To live in Swynlake you had to play the game, but that didn’t mean she had to stop making her own rules outright.

Then again, it’s what everyone else was doing. She was living her best… Normal surface life by going with the flow.

Course, that wasn’t really very interesting…

“I’ve been keeping up with my blog, uh–the last time I sw you was post-reality-bending-demon, but there was that… I’m afraid I haven’t really been–” Before they even rounded the corner, Kida could already smell what could only be described as horse shit. “Oh! I think we’re there. Here. There.”

Whichever.

The sidewalk opened up onto a little dirt path that led right to the stables. Somewhere inside a horse whinnied, and a voice rang out. Kida couldn’t tell what it was saying, but it did bring a question to mind.

“D’you think they’re just gonna let you bring that horse in there? Wouldn’t you need a parking pass of some kind?”

A blog, huh? That was interesting seeing as Clark would never have been able to sit down to read something like that let alone sit down to write one and do all the up keep that it apparently needed. He blinked at reality bending demon because that was all the more interesting, and then she cut herself off as he was hanging on the edge of her words.

He looked up, mouth falling open slightly in silent awe at the stables before them. Thank goodness they were here, he didn’t know how much longer he could take.

“Uhm,” Clark made a face, eyebrows furrowing as he contemplated it. “You’re probably right...but that seems like it would take a while so...”

His legs squeezed at the horses side and she stepped forwards, and they were gone. Or, really, they were stepping into a stall inside the stables. Clark waited a moment for the horse to get use to the fact they were inside, then dismounted, took off the saddle and reins. With a goodbye he turned back around, and stepped up next to Kida, sighing sadly.

“They grow up so fast.”

European Badger Don’t Care || Open

#european badger don't care #reese burns #honestly #white hot #why nOT

firetrucksandflowers‌:

Reese’s eyes widened, focused on the hand that was touching the box. It was like the man had heard Reese and chose to specifically ignore him. Not that he blamed him, most people didn’t respond well to being told what to do in such a way. Not unless they were panicking, in danger, and understood that he was only trying to help.

Which is exactly what the situation was here, except the man wasn’t panicking. Not yet.

“Sir,” he said calmly, voice even. His eyes went back and forth between the man’s hand and his face, “I would highly recommend you, slowly, get your hand off of the box.”

He held up a cautionary hand, ready to move quickly if he needed to. “Please, it’s…it’s for your own safety.”

Clark laughed, a bright sound that had whatever was in the box his hand was settled on hiss again. He stopped, clearing his throat and glared down at the box. Rather rude little thing, wasn’t it? He thought his laugh was rather nice, not to loud, not to annoying, what had the box all in a tizzy, anyways?

“This man bothering you, eh?” he asked the box, ticking his chin towards the broad shoulder almost-but-not-quite-maybe-when-the-sun-hit-his-hair-at-the-right-angle-ginger man who’d come from the fire station. Clark leaned forwards and whispered, but a little too loudly, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you outta here.”

He looked back over at the other with his hands held up and narrowed his eyes. “Why’ve you taken these boxes hostages?”

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

kida-oftheworld‌:

1874.

Kida would’ve been alive–but only just a kid, still some 150 years away from her surface walk. She was lucky, of course, to experience the world in this moment, at the pinnacle of technology and advancement, but at the same time she was jealous of Clark’s opportunity to go whenever he wanted. There were probably few people like him in the whole wide world–fewer even that Kida actually even stood the chance of meeting.

This was an incredibly lucky moment–it had been last time too. She had just been too annoyed to see it.

“Yup, 2018.” She confirmed, looking back at him over her shoulder. The hum from her crystal told her they were heading left, out towards the lake and the park–it wouldn’t be long now.

“Where were you? Or–do you know?”

“Somewhere in America,” he squinted, “I believe it was the Northern one, though some spoke the language of the Southern one. And I believe we were traveling North from the South...or perhaps we were going East to West...”

Clark thought about it for another moment before shrugging. Didn’t much matter now because currently he were here! In Swynlake, in 2018, with Kida, on a horse. Couldn’t get much better than this.

Although, they were taking a rather long time to get to the stables. It made his skin get all itchy, the urge to just press his heels into the horse and take off looming over him. But that would mean leaving his guide behind and that meant not knowing where he was going which would take up even more time and, ugh. He guessed he would just have to hold on, how awful.

“So!” he said brightly, wanting to get his mind off of how boring this all was, “Tell me! What have you been up to?”

European Badger Don’t Care || Open

#european badger don't care #reese burns #lmfao #sorry clark is kinda a nut

firetrucksandflowers‌:

Working on rebuilding the Fire Station was turning out to be an experience. On the bright side it brought the brigade closer than Reese ever thought them before, even though they were practically family, but there was just something about getting a group of badgers out from the main truck together that really had them bonding in a more upbeat kinda way.

Of course Reese had been the one given the task of transporting the badgers back to the forest because the rest of the team had copped out, and also because they knew Reese Burns wouldn’t say no when asked to do something.

So there he was, walking down Main Street on his way over to the lake with a few boxes, all with large hole in the top and around the edges, behind him on a wagon. He’d stopped for a second, waiting for traffic so he could cross the street to pass, and glanced over his shoulder.

“No!” he blurted, forgetting himself, at the person reaching out to the box.

Clark had saw the firefighter walk from the station onto the street with a wagon and boxes when he had come back from a trip down to the sea to get a nice sea shell for...well he couldn’t remember why, but it would come to him. Now! Now, he was curious as to what a firefighter could have in a box.

He followed after him the long way, meaning he used his own two feet, and when the man’s long strides finally stopped at a street Clark was already standing behind the little four wheeled cart. He would be in and out in a jiffy, the firefighter wouldn’t even have to see him!

A hand reached forwards and landed on top of one of the boxes when a hiss came from within. Oh, how interesting, a hissing box! Then he looked up to the man to meet his eyes, processing that he had been caught a tad too late. He laughed sheepishly, feeling intimidated looking at those broad shoulders. He stood up straight, his hand however remained on the hissing box.

“No, what?” he asked, tilting his head. “That’s a rather broad command, don’t you think? You simply must be more specific!”

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

kida-oftheworld‌:

Kida was glad that he hadn’t questioned her little display–of course, not that she had anything to hide. It wasn’t beyond her to explain her crystal to a curious acquaintance. She quite liked it, actually. There was something particularly fulfilling about seeing people’s faces light up in wonder.

At the same time, she liked how in this town, her crystal could just be the status quo. just another part of the scenery. Nothing odd here.

You could only ever have one or the other, and Kida was surprisingly okay with that.

She lead onwards, down Main Street towards the lake and the park and, most importantly, the stables. There was no good excuse for her to have not gone there before, in fact, she’d wager enjoying spending some time with some horses. She hadn’t ridden one in so long. That–besides the point.

“When exactly did you go to get yourself a horse?” Kida questioned, glancing over her shoulder. And that was when, not where. Because when was a far more interesting question.

Clark and the horse were following along painfully slowly behind her, which was not get fault by any means. Not like she was on a horse or should have to run along beside them in order to keep up. He took the opportunity to pull his notebook from its spot when she was turned away, flipping through until he found the page he had dog eared.

Kida! Ah, yes, that did sound familiar, didn’t it? He closed it back up, but kept it in his hand as he took the reins back up.

He smiled at her question, not thinking the wording of it was odd in the least because it made sense to him even if it didn’t anyone else.

“1874,” he told her without having to look at what he had written down. It was still fresh in his mind from when he had asked the nice gentlemen and after a round of them making fun of how uppity he sounded and repeating his accent back to him, they told him the date. “January 17th, 1874 to be exact. Or, well, technically the 20th is where I just came from. I got a bit lost and it was snowing and well, I couldn’t abandon her out there so I brought her with me instead.”

He gave a sigh, thinking about it for a good two seconds before asking her, “What year is it now? Twenty...first? century, yes?”

That’s what he had been aiming for, anyways.

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

#a horse with no name #kidagakash nedakh #/spongebob narrator voice #thirteen days latair

kida-oftheworld‌:

Kida scrunched up her face and shook her head–if this was a competition, Kida and surely won. Clark had been dethroned, but not desaddled, which is what they needed to work on next.

See, she was already getting the hang of this whole rolling with the punches, thing. The real test is whether or not it would last.

“I–I’m pretty sure they’ve been built.” She replied, the furrow in her brow the only marker of her uncertainty. “I just have no idea how to get to them.”

A pause, the crystal around her neck pulsed with light, reminding her.

It was important to use the tools one had to achieve the best outcome. That’s how her father lived. With so many years at the tips of their fingers, it was best to come into things with a full arsenal–or else you were going to be clueless a lot.

“Actually, I take that back if you follow me, I can get you to the stables.”

Clark nodded with a little, “Oh, good!”

Then deflated a little when she admitted to not knowing where they were because, honestly, Clark didn’t either. Things like that tended to slip through the cracks only to be remembered when they wanted to be, not when they were particularly needed.

He slumped forwards to rest his chin his hand, upper lip jutting out as he pouted. Then something interesting happened that had him sitting up slowly, blinking his eyes wide as the gem around her neck lit up for a moment.

And here he was thinking it was just a tasteful accessory of the times.

He looked back up to the woman, whose name he would know as soon as she turned away so he could console the notebook in his trousers, and grinned.

“Splendid!” he said and flourished his hand towards the horses nose and then took up the reins in both hands. “Lead onward!”

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

#a horse with no name #kidagakash nedakh #kida already wins lmfao

kida-oftheworld:

As if Kida could see it coming–Clark answer gave very little away.

At first no, which she had suspected. Something about their first encounter had told her that he wasn’t responsible enough to take care of a horse of his own. Not that he couldn’t… Eventually. Just–it was all besides the point, really.

But then he kept going, and like most of their previous conversations, this one slowly devolved into nothing. It was almost impressive. Maybe beyond the powers she had already seen, disintegrating conversations were one of his many abilities.

She jogged over towards him, slowing only as she approached so as to not spook Not-Clark’s-Horse.

“I don’t think I’ve–how do you steal something by accident?” Kida replied, though if she had to guess, she could probably make a pretty solid one.

You stole a horse by accident in the exact same way you accidentally ended up on the set to Jurassic Park with a person you had never met.

“Never mind, actually. You should probably get out of the middle of the street, though. Before someone calls you out on the horsing around.”

Clark opened his mouth and held up his hand with his pointer finger extended, fully prepared to answer her, but sagged as soon as she cut him off. He was wounded, well and truly wounded, for a total of three seconds before she moved the conversation right along which was right up Clark’s alley. In fact he had already brushed off his pain.

“Yes, that would be very-,” he stopped suddenly, his brain pointing something out to him. His eyes narrowed and a smile spread over his mouth as he looked at her. He pointed again then to tap at his temple, “Aaaah, ha! I see what you did there. Smart and funny, what a rare wonder of this world.”

Still laughing he turned back round in the saddle to grab up the reigns. He was just about to nudge the side of the horse but then didn’t as he realized he had no idea where he was off to. Clark took a moment to make a few faces, look around as if he could somehow find what he was looking for here on Main Street.

“Would you happen to know if the stables have been built yet?” Clark asked, looking down to the woman again with a hopeful expression. “I remember them being here at one point, but I don’t know if they’re here now. If not I can...hmm, hoof it somewhere else?” He looked up and over her, assessing his attempt before grimacing at it and returning back to her.

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

#a horse with no name #kidagakash nedakh #ooo that's exciting #i'll be here when it's ready

kida-oftheworld:

On the premise of trying to get her life together, Kida had taken a long hard look at hey time in Swynlake so far.

She had met Elena, discovered her identity within moments and proceeded to make good friends with her. They drank and they cried and they watched terrible movies together and it was great. It was everything American movies had told her having a best friend would be like.

She had reconnected with Jiminy. It was unlikely but there had bee something comforting about finding an old friend in the smallest of places. It had given her hope that though she roamed so much, it wouldn’t be impossible to find the seeds she had sown.

She had found company in Ellie, they still had so much to work on, and so much that Kida wanted to do, but she had a feeling this would amount to something meaningful.

She had stopped a demon from taking over Swynlake, met the bespoke demigod Maui, survived disaster after disaster–travelled through time to a film set she hadn’t even been on the surface for.

Wrapping her head around that one was not an easy task, especially since she had lost Clark the moment of their return. One second he was there, the next he was gone. It wasn’t surprising, but Kida wished she had had the chance to ask some questions.

Course, whether or not he stayed clearly wasn’t up to her–and neither was whether or not he appeared in the middle of the street, bearing horse.

Kida stopped dead in her tracks. She had a tea in one hand, and the other on the door to Hatter’s. Nearly dropping the former, she rushed out onto the street.

“Clark! Hey! What’re you–is that your horse?”

His name was said. No one had ever called his name before. Well they had but never right off the bat. It was usually after he told them and then did something they didn’t like and were yelling at him for whatever it was that he did. Or Anthony. But it sounded nothing like Anthony.

Clark looked down looking at the people who were shaking their head at him, wondering if it was even him that had been addressed, until his eyes landed on someone familiar. Also something else he rarely got to experience. It took him a good long minute to place her face but, oh, how could he forget the woman he met the Sam Neill and The Jeff Goldblum with! The answer was that he couldn’t! He could very well forget her name apparently. He had it written down though. Somewhere in his notebook that was tucked into his pants since his regular clothes had all been confiscated.

“Is this my-?” he looked down, as if he had forgotten the horse. And he had, but only for a moment. Clark turned his wrists inwards and tightened his hold on the reins slightly to move the bit to get the horse to stop so he could focus on the woman. Who did have a name. A wonderful name, probably.

“No, actually. I um,” he winced and glanced over his shoulder as if he would see where he had just come from. Clark removed one of his hands from the reins to flick the brim of his hat up so he could see her better. Some of the snow that hadn’t yet melted was flung onto the pavement to turn into small puddles upon contact. “Well I believe I may stolen her by accident.”

A Horse With No Name|| Kida and Clark

@kida-oftheworld

The first mistake he had made was made was staying up after 0300 to watch John Wayne in The Searchers.

The second was falling asleep half way through only to wake up an hour later feeling like he was sitting in an ice chest He sat up, sighing, and found that the sun wasn’t the only thing looking at him weirdly. A whole group of men, who all looked like they were in need of a bath, were standing there with their arms crossed, assessing him. After a long, terrible, conversation and giving up the coat he had slept in to the guy in charge he was accepted into the group on the agreement that he wouldn’t be paid.

They were taking a heard of cows....somewhere, and Clark was just happy to be there for the most part. The work was horrible, the snow was a terror, and every chance the men got they were mocking his accent. Still, it was interesting. And he got to learn how to ride a horse over the days he was there.

The third mistake was his choice of exit. He hadn’t meant to leave with the horse, but when the men gave him the task of collecting a straggler in the dead of night he had gotten distracted and couldn’t find the lost cow, nor the way back to camp. Clark just went home. And he couldn’t very well leave the horse out in the snow to wonder, she went with him.

He didn’t really think it through, but he never really did much of that ever, so there he was, popping onto Main Street on a horse, smelling worse than he could ever remember, and dressed in clothes that were out of date.

“Yeah, alright, hold your horses!” he yelled to the car beeping at him. Then chuckled to himself as he guided the horse out of the way.

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