#askstrangelyvic

[professional-australian-assassin]

Mick and Vic in a forest - RP between Professional-australian-assassin and Ask-strangelyvic

@ask-strangelyvic

Sniper groaned as he came to, only to repeat the sound, louder, when his return to reality brought pain shooting through his arm. His feet weren’t touching the ground, and as he opened his eyes, he saw that he was hanging in a parachute harness. The parachute itself was tangled up in a tree, leaving him dangling about five feet above the forest floor. 

Immediately, his memories of what happened came rushing back. The engine troubles on the plane, having to bail out, panicking as he realized that he had no idea how to use a parachute properly, and finally crashing into the blanket of trees below him. His parachute had gotten tangled instantly, causing him to bounce off several branches before going unconscious. 

He glanced down at his arm, and felt a little sick when he realized that it was definitely broken. Ugh. That was certainly going to make things interesting, but he would have to worry about that after he got down from the tree. 

He was about to pull out his knife to cut the ropes on his parachute, when he noticed someone on the edge of the clearing. 

“Hey!” He called out. “Up here, mate!”   

[robbiewithhisrottenplan]

"Do you need help with that hammock?" A woman called down to Robbie from the tree above him. (mun/muse rp)

@ask-strangelyvic

Robbie startled violently at the unexpected voice, the movement causing him to trip and fall on top of his hammock, which was still waiting to be put up. To his credit, though, he was on his feet again in a second so that he could glower up at the woman in the tree. 

“No, I don’t need any help!” He snarled in annoyance. “I’m the laziest person in Lazytown, I know to put up a stupid hammock.” 

[intoxicated-medicine]

@ask-strangelyvic Ferde was in the rec room, doodling aimlessly on a piece of paper. He appeared to be making a lot of little hearts with a red glitter pen, lost in some daydream.

[thebluekangaroo]

‘Don’t you dare touch them!’

@ask-strangelyvic

Sportacus was busy being sick in a corner, so he wasn’t exactly paying attention to the rescue happening nearby. Perhaps he needed to take a page out of Robbie’s book and pay more attention to what was in the food people gave him. Whatever had been hidden inside that sandwich was highly processed, probably so-called “cheese”, and it had caused his stomach to roil as soon as he swallowed.  

As soon as Sportacus had become sick, the men who had given it to him had dropped their illusion of benevolence; showing that they were nowhere near as friendly as Robbie Rotten. If the strange man in the gray tie hadn’t shown up, things might have gone very badly. 

“Thank you.” He croaked to his unexpected savior. He wouldn’t feel better until he got some natural food inside him, but at least now he could be sick in peace. “I don’t want to think how that would have gone if you hadn’t been here.” 

[jigowatt]

@ask-strangelyvic

This result should have been obvious, in hindsight, thought Emmett as his shadow paced in front of the DeLorean’s headlights.

Should have been, but yet hadn’t been. Truth be told, this’d never actually happened before... So maybe he was justified. Still...

Pace, pace... The shadow vanished for a moment as it’s ownder crouched down, checking over again the man lying sprawled unconscious on the pavement. All things considered, he seemed alright... The car had had enough time to decelerate to a slightly less dangerous speed.

Tick tock. He couldn’t just leave him here... This was the past, and whoever this was could be important. But he didn’t know who this person was, or where he was supposed to be otherwise. Emmett, on the other hand, did know where he had to be, and preferably quickly. It wasn’t a dilemma he could stand here and consider for much longer...

A minute or so later, the car had been parked safely behind a billboard, and the unfortunate stranger moved safely on the other side... If all went well, he’d be back soon, then back sooner to pick him up in a few seconds anyway.

The scientist ran off. It wasn’t like the fellow would just wake up in the few moments he’d be gone, after all...

[zhat-medic]

“Don’t blame me! It was your idea to go in here!”

“I’m placing sole blame on you,” Medic replied dryly. Sure, it had been his idea to explore the asylum, but he could’ve been talked out of it!

Things were… wrong here. It was genuinely spooky. 

“You could have tried to convince me not to come.”

[rapidrecovery-a]

@ask-strangelyvic | [Cont.]

“Think of the bright side; At least you get to travel a lot,” She commented, pouring out the two mugs of coffee. Steam rose from the cups and the heat of it could be felt on the handle of the pitcher. Better suited for the cooler nights like this one had been. The sound of him hissing, made her turn back towards the medic, mouth agape and ready to question what had happened. Second thoughts however stopped her, making her lips purse together as she strode to grab the sugar and creamer. She wasn’t about to say anything that could have lowered his spirits.

“I mean, it’s probably better than spendin’ a lotta time in one base, and not bein’ able to adapt when you’re moved. You probably know what you’re doin’ when you move from base to base now, right?” Pouring the creamer and sugar into the mugs, by the time she had stirred everything, her mug looked more like milk than coffee, but what could she say? She wasn’t a big fan of the bitterness of the drink. Taking a mug in each hand, the woman walked back to the table before handing him his cup and taking a seat back where she had been.