"Kiddo, quit tellin' me to fight ya."

Indie RP blog of @punsandfuturekingsmen's Uncle Lance. Selective and Grumpy. 

[oldmankingsmen]

in-nightmares​:

The general verdict? Reverb was starting to get the idea that he doesn’t like this guy very much. What was his name again? He can’t look in Arthur’s memories at this current moment but it was L… something. Logan? No, Lawrence? That wasn’t quite right either. It brings on a bit of frustration as he furrows his brows slightly. Oh if this were any other situation he’d be having so much fun with this.

Reverb’s lip raises in a snarl at Lance’s quip, hand raising to weakly flick him off. He feels pathetic like this, but somehow his usual anger feels so… dulled, and distant. His rage is only a fraction of what it could often rise to. “Maybe you’ll earn getting to know it when you’re not being a prick.” He sounds like he’s trying to be mean, and have a good come back, but with how wavering his voice is it just kinda sounds awkward. The tiny satisfied smile he offers after displays that he thought it landed pretty well, though.

Nose scrunches with distaste and discomfort as Lance grabs him by the shoulders, eyes staring up at him with a specific confusion that practically screamed ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ And then, oh boy. Eyes fly wide open as Lance shouts and starts to shake him. Needless to say it wasn’t a good combination with the medicine. Eyes turning to green swirls to display the dizziness provided by the situation, he was at least aware of a sharp stab in his chest— oh good, he’d actually managed to wake Arthur up! Barely leaving his host any time to fully realize what’s happening Reverb withdraws with a quickness, leaving Arthur reeling in his wake. The green recedes fast, finishing with the eyes, leaving Arthur looking all normal again. And he looks distressed, to say the very least. He mumbles for a few moments, eyes sliding in and out of focus as he tries to find Lance’s hands for some form of stability. “Hnn… Lancce..? Where am I, what’s happening..?” Much like the demon possessing him but even more so, Arthur’s voice is sluggish and slurring all over the place, weighed down in tone from the medically induced high he’s found himself in.

Lance offers a bullish snort to the middle finger he’s given. He focuses on shaking the kid instead, going until He sees the green recede. He slows to a stop, watching as those weird swirling eyes return to white with amber irises, as the kid hangs limp and touches his arms with one warm hand, and one cold.

Lance pulls him into a wordless hug for a moment, clutching his boy close. He pulls back and pats at Arthur’s head. “Glad t’see you alive and kickin’, kiddo. You’re in the hospital. Mean and green just had a visit, but he’s out of it as you. We’re gettin’ you outta here though, before he’s back and they think y’got a weird form a’ some juandice shit or somethin’.” He patted his cheek now. “Y’mind if I get you outta here? I’ll stick you in one of them chairs they got until we get near the exit. I know yer outta it. But you’ve been cleared and sooner than later outta here’s better.”

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icyremembrance​:

Vivi can’t help but to burst out laughing at poor Lance’s misfortune. Ohh, she knew it would be a wonderful time to come and bother him.

“Sorry Lancey! Didn’t mean to give you an outright heart attack there!”

Lance lands on his ass, and the glower she gets at her almost sing-song voice and the stifled laugh is enough to sear the outside of a steak in seconds.

 “Why the fuck’re you doing magic teleportin’ thingamajig shit here’ve all places? Ain’t you got nothin’ better to do than give an old man an early grave?” He groused, using a hand on the door to find his feet beneath him. “What the hell’re you doing poppin’ up behind people like yer some kinda slasher movie villiain or some shit anyways, christ on a howitzer--.”

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in-nightmares​:

A flush rises to the demon’s cheeks at the insult, hand snapping out to try and save his cigarette— but all too late as he watches it disappear into the other’s vest. God damn it, what was with everyone always taking his cigarettes?! “Don’t see what’s so bad about it…” He grumbles, head flopping back into the pillow as he rubs his eyes. It was just another stupid human building. He knows what this place is technically, but at the same time he hardly cares. He just wants his smoke. “You kidding? This fuck’s once again got us into shit and I’m…” The anger trails off momentarily as the demon zones out, he clearly wasn’t very used to being on these human medicines.

“I’ve got a name, you know.” Reverb growls once he finally returns to himself from wherever he’d gone off too. But… he doesn’t actually supply the name. Maybe he thought he did, but just didn’t make it there. He’s still grappling with his own mind, making the hard effort to sit up in the bed. “I can do it! ….normally. Whatever this shit is’ got me feeling weird…” he raises his hand again to look at the IV. He turns it slowly to try and spark his flames again and it flickers for just a split second before dying once again. He gives a long sigh. “I guess you’ll just need Arthur if you want me to look normal. Why don’t you be useful and wake him up somehow?”

Oh yeah, this kid was high as balls. Honestly he might’ve been amused, if a green man he didn’t know wasn’t talkin’ out his boy’s mouth, talking shit and smokin’ and trying to be a general little shit. He seemed about as harmful as a sand gnat, but that didn’t mean shit when he was on the good stuff like he was right now.

“I’ll care to know what the hell yer called when yer not being a brat.” Lance shot back without much edge to his tone. The kid didn’t offer and he didn’t ask, instead clicking his tongue when he said he’d need Arthur. Arthur was inside wasn’t he? So he just had to wake him up somehow.

Lance shrugs, raises one brow at the kid’s moxy to talk with an attitude like that. Then he grabs Arthur’s shoulders, both of them.

Well, the kid ain’t physically injured enough for this to be a bad idea.

“Wake the fuck up, Arthur!” He barked, and his hands moved to shake the little green bastard. Maybe a few good jolts would get the kid up and attem too. “Rise and shine, kiddo. Get on out here, front an’ center!”

[oldmankingsmen]

Laaaance~ how are you feeling today, handsome? Anything interesting happen around the shop recently? Tell me about your week! -❤️

"Uh." Lance's face was remarkably blank. "I fixed some cars, I reckon. Like ya do in a shop fer cars and th' like. I'm fine I suppose too. Though a bit confused by all y'all hangin' around in my shop. Don't mess with th' cars."

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<3<3 <3 <3

"How the fuck're you sayin' that with your mouth?"

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Rosemary bounds over to Lance, just as happy as can be! She’s got a big ole smile on her face, and a big cupcake box in her hands. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” She announces, spirits bright and voice sing-songy. “Thought I’d bring my favorite boss something sweet to celebrate with. You like red velvet, right? With cream cheese frosting?” She offers the box out eagerly.

“Oh! I also found this sitting out by one of the front windows?” She raises one of her eyebrows before producing a pink envelope, sealed with a red heart sticker. Very obviously a love letter. “Figured I wouldn’t open it or anything. I mean, I guess if it’s here then it must be for you!”

"Heh?" Lance stared at the love letter. Was this from one of them there grey things that'd been puttering around the shop a few weeks ago. Lord, he hoped otherwise. He'd stock up on ammunition, just in case though.

"Thanks for the treat though, girlie." He accepts the cupcake, fingers a dollop off the edge and sticking it in his mouth. Tasted homemade. The cream-cheese frosting from stores always had that weird artificial aftertaste to them. "Y'do good work. Happy to have ya here. Happier with shit like this in my hand, too." He shifted the plate, humming in appreciation.

He didn't have anything for her, but with the way her damn car sounded about ready to give up the ghost, maybe he could return the favor by taking a peek under the hood when she was working. He took the letter, too. He might as well read it.

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in-nightmares​:

A rough hand places flat and firm against his chest, shoving him back into the bed. Reverb blinks at this a few times, looking bewildered, before snarling at the older Kingsmen and baring his teeth as if threatening to bite. Unfortunately for him it wavered fast, the morphine drip stifling his emotions and thought process. He felt so… subdued.

Made sense with what the other was trying to tell him, but it’s hard for him when all he can focus on is that he doesn’t know why he’s here, what’s happened to him, and the hand that’s still pressing down on his chest. His hand raises to place on Lance’s wrist, trying to shove him off. Unfortunate he was currently so weak. “Don’t touch me… ugh… fuck. I’m gonna fuckin…. murder this little shit the second he fuckin’ wakes up.” Hands roam around his ‘own’ body seemingly without direction, he’s looking for his cigarettes. Lungs full of smoke always helped to clear his mind. He finally manages to find a single cigarette tucked away somewhere, a sigh of relief leaving him.

“Don’t call me kid.” The demon slurs, trying to figure out how to light his flame to get his cigarette going. “I’m at least… I ‘unno, twenty times older than you.”

“Y’sure? Because you’re acting like the biggest brat.” Lance growls, snatching the cigarette from Reverb. He stows it in his vest for now. “Y’ain’t smokin’ in a fucking hospital. And you’re not murderin’ nobody.” That said, he glowered at the green thing that’d taken over, before his eyes turned away. His hand left Reverb’s chest, hovering now and poised to come back down if necessary.

He now he glared a the door. “Fuckin’ hell. Now I get it. Kid had some magic somethin’ or other rattlin’ around in his skull.” One that stained his skin green. And that kinda shit would get noticed. And that could get attention neither of them needed, if he was honest. He needed to get the kid outta here quick. “So can ya make yerself look not like some kinda weird clown thing? Fer just a few minutes. Or is whinin’ the only thing yer good at?”

[oldmankingsmen]

in-nightmares​:

Reverb tries to sit up in the bed but it’s… wouf. It’s rough. The demon’s never been on anything like this before, and god he just wants to go back to sleep. But he doesn’t know where he’s at, or what’s going on. It doesn’t help that whatever he was on was making it near impossible for him to search through Arthur’s memories. Speaking of Arthur… “Ffffuckin’… when’d you get so short and fat?” He tries to squint harder at the person near him, but the voice is off. It doesn’t sound like Arthur. That… tracks. Right. He was in Arthur still, right? He looks down at his hands to check, but it surprised to see a tube taped to the back of his actual flesh one. Weird.

He busies himself with trying to pick at the tape to take it off but he’s never been good with technology, and his grip on this damned metal arm was even worse since he was feeling so strange. All he really manages to do for now is fumble with it uselessly. Eventually giving up he flops back into the pillow with another groan, putting his hands on his face. Why did he feel so weird? It probably had something to do with that tube. What an idea! He turns his hand away from his face, looking at the area. He could just bite it and take it out, maybe. “Where am I?” Seems he’s chosen to ignore Lance’s question. “Why do I feel like fuckin… like… idunno.”

The second he saw him picking at the tape, Lance was at his side and shoving him back in the bed without much fanfare. Whoever this was, this wasn’t his kid. And they seemed like a pain in the ass. Maybe this was who the kid meant, when he said to watch out. He didn’t seem to be much of a threat right now. But that could always be different when he wasn’t hooked to a morphine drip. The comment didn’t bother him much when he was comfy as he was, but it did make his brows furrow.

“Yer in the hospital.” Lance grumbles at him, keeping his hand firm against his chest. “Not fer much longer, I think. I’ll check you out soon. They said y’need a week or two off your feet. And yer high as shit, kid. So stop flound’rin’ around before you hurt yerself.”

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icyremembrance​:

Foolish man, you thought you could escape? Vivi materializes right behind him even though he’s closed the door.

“Had time to make up your mind yet? You scaaaared?”

He had turned around, safe from any bullshit that may have come knocking on his door. But then on turning he just sees her, right behind him by a hairsbreadth.

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST--” He’s clutching at his chest now.

[darkhelllovedie]

When someone is saying shit about your family.

[oldmankingsmen]

Good afternoon Lance! Did you sleep well last night after all that craziness? I brought you some lunch, I made burgers on the grill! ❤️

"......" He blinks, before huffing. "....Thanks. Easier on me."

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icyremembrance​:

Vivi stands still for a few moments, making direct eye contact with her now forcefully adopted uncle. You can’t escape it Lance. She’s not from your world but she loves your boy and that means you’re hers now.

“Scarin’ people’s always fun!” She laughs, finally letting her arms drop. She bounces closer to him, ever the excited ball of energy. “Did I get’cha Lancey? Huh? You scared yet?”

Lance stares at her. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking behind ten pounds of beard and hair. He looks angry, but that could mean he is, or he’s just thinking about tacos and what’s for dinner.

Finally, he speaks. “Let me think about that.” He states flatly, before closing the door.

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in-nightmares​:

It took Arthur quite some time to finish the glass before him, and he’d relied on Lance a lot to help get him through it. He’s barely moving though, besides his shaking and wavering back and forth. Still trying to teter on the precipice between conscious and unconscious. He blinks as Lance grabs his shoulders and stares him dead in the eyes. He tries to say something but fails entirely, and can only manage a weak thumb’s up in response.

He’s out cold by the time he lands in the seat of the truck.

He wouldn’t reawaken until later in the hospital, but something looked… wrong. Large spots of green covered his skin in places and when he groaned it sounded… rough. Deep. Not Arthur. Eyes open but those are wrong too, all black with green glowing irises. “What… the fuck is going on..?” Head rolls to the side and through bleary vision he can only make out familiar oranges and browns. Reverb tries to squint. “Arthur…? I’m gonna… fuckin kick your ass you sonofa bitch..” the demon slurs.

Lance was in the room, resting in one the chairs. It wasn’t comfy, but he refused to leave Arthur’s side. Not until he woke up. He didn’t like the prickle at his neck, or the smell of their cleaner. It reminded him of being in the hospital the last time he was for his boy, and the beeping monitors, the intercom, and everything else just sent him back to that night. The kid’d be alright at least, and this time he wasn’t dying exactly, though he’d need a few weeks to recover from the poison. The doctor had prescribed bed rest. And by fuck that kid was gonna get it. Right now they had him on some horse tranquilizers, and he was out. But when he woke up, He could take him home, and he had every intention to get him settled at Arthur’s place and keep an eye on him until his own kid got back from whatever new adventure he was probably on, looking for friends or whatever.

The change, when he hears that voice, has him standing up and out of his seat like an arachnaphobe spotting a daddy long leg on their knee. His eyes were wide as he looked at the kid, saw green. Green like his boy’s eye.

The request from Arthur filtered back to him. “Who th’fuck are you?” His voice is somewhere between concern and pissed. This.... had to be what Arthur meant, right? What else could he have meant?

[oldmankingsmen]

Just people, of course! I was a bit of a performer for awhile and carrying people around isn't new to me at all! I'd imagine limp bodies are a bit harder, but I'm always willing to give it my best! ❤️

".....Fuck it. Go on then, kid. Ain't gonna say no to help with these little bastards."

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Weird? Me? Well I can try my best. Say, you need any help burying those bodies? I've got a bit of experience toting people around y'know. I can be pretty helpful if you don't ward me out, promise~ ❤️

".....Just people, or fuckin' bodies?"

[oldmankingsmen]

Don't commit aliven't on me, pls, you're so seggsy aha

Would you look at that, Bluebird borrowing that one body ain't gonna set him back any.

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“Is this how you think your night would go, Lance?” Vivzy asks, “and do you mind leaving like - one arm? I’ll try and study them for some anti-whatever the fuck they are- wards for ya.”

He hands her one of the bodies. "If this means the shits won't come around again, fuckin take the whole thing. Cheaper than bullets."