RP: Pain in the Buttstock

[[Reserved initially for Red Nova and Nice Negs, continuing on from Nova's board. Rated N for nice.]]

"Ow.. oof.. would you..."

Quit that, or something more specific to do with where she could stick those thorns, but of course Negaduck couldn't say that, could he. 

Instead his yellow clad limbs moved from sheltering his head against a battering of blooms to clawing at the pavement as Nova dragged him inside. 

"Would you regale said reminder in song form, you have such a beautiful voice."

Better a sweet talker than a straight shooter. 

    • Red Nova
      Red Nova

      "Sorry, never was much of a singer...how's about a haiku instead-

      Explosion so big.

      I can't see it from afar,

      Because I'm in it."


      She began to drag him up the stairs, making sure to knock his head extra hard against each step before pulling him to the very top of the observatory deck, throwing him into a chair and rummaging around her work bench for some rope.

      "I can't BELIEVE I could ever think you'd be apologetic about what you've done, I really AM a psychopath! And the worst part is, I can't even entirely blame it all on you, this is at least forty-five percent childhood related!" She looped the rope around him and kicked a foot against him to aid in pulling back on it tightly to keep him situated.

      "...But I thought maybe, MAYBE this time you'd actually acknowledge my existence. Have you really blown up that many places and people that it's insignificant to you?"

      • Negaduck

        "If I say no will you feel worse because that makes you insignificant or... ?"

        Genuine question. Genuine pain in the ribs too thanks to that foothold, although the spam and bean salad jello or whatever that was likely didn't help either.  

        Still, he maintained his eerily cheerful and chatty demeanour.

        "Look, what're you wasting your time on me for anyway? I'm a walking pile of garbage-" Not only a fact, a point of pride. "And you seem like an intelligent and capable kind of gal with painfully good aim. Who cares what I or anybody else thinks?" 

        This rousing speech brought to you by Nice Negaduck, whose opinions were normally life or death matters, and usually the latter.

        • Red Nova
          Red Nova

          Well it wouldn't be the first time that the idea of insignificance came up in her life, being the daughter of someone way more prominent and important, and whose shoes she could never hope to fill because she just wasn't meant to.

          "It matters because I never got to figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of my life! People keep making that choice for me. People that ARE absolutely garbage, but at least they know it and they're confident about it! I care because you have no qualms about doing whatever you want, to whoever you want, and you get to just go about the rest of your life, not remembering squat, while the rest of us have to look in the mirror every day and just deal with it! And maybe I COULD move on, if you just...just...!" A final tug, and she stepped back, looking helpless and rabid. 

          "REMEMBER!" She reared back and had walloped him across the face with her prosthetic. Well, at the very least, hitting him was the start of recovery. Wasn't that like the stages of grief- hating Negaduck, coming to grips that you hated Negaduck, hitting Negaduck, blogging about it later...?

          • Negaduck

            The great thing about getting struck like that was that it at least temporarily distracted him from the pain in his butt.

            "Listen, I'd love to help you - apparently," Stupid spell. "But I can almost guarantee you, deep down, I will have as much remorse as a toddler with a chainsaw. Especially if it was your fault the circuitry went kaput."

            Brain catching up to that statement in three, two, one...

            "Wait a sec." Squinting as if trying to focus his mind as much as his eyes. "Scapelli? You're.. you're..."

            Looking well? Sure, that's what he was thinking.

            • Red Nova
              Red Nova

              She stared at him as if his head was on fire, which to be fair, it might've been her next course of action had he not uttered that name.

              All this time....all this time! And...all it had taken was a good smack to the noggin' to jostle things?! To clear the cobwebs?! Oh how she should've whacked him sooner! Though he was in incredibly rare form at the moment, so doing so earlier would not only have proved ineffective but she would've probably been much deader as a result.

              Definitely deader.

              "You....you really do remember....? You're not...this isn't another...ahah....you actually said it! Scapelli. So then...!"

              It was strangely...and sadly...the happiest day of her life.

              "YOU KNOW WHO I AM!"

              • Negaduck

                Did he? It was all rather foggy, or better put, fragmented. 

                "E..loise? Euglena?"

                That wasn't right. Better move on. 

                "You were working on something for me, right? And something went... wrong."

                Slowly taking in her various modifications with renewed regard. Looked like she had taken on quite an amount of damage. His kind of damage. 


                Didn't need a Nice spell to attempt to talk his way out of this one. 

                "You're really rocking the robotic look, you know? There are whole communities of guys out there who'd go nuts for that."

                Granted they were largely on the internet so maybe they didn't count as real people. 

                • Red Nova
                  Red Nova

                  Hey, Euglena Scapelli worked for her. She had very low standards at this point!

                  "Yeah- a gun, I made you a super huge gun. You were going to destroy St. Canard with it. And then it blew up in your face. That was all me!" There was a hint of pride in her voice, as if it had been the best mistake she'd ever made. "Boy, were you ticked! Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday! My whole warehouse, up in flames, severe, excruciating pain...that was sure something."

                  She sank in her own chair, scooting it up to him as she strolled down memory lane. "And then this crazy lady found me and put me back into...whatever this is. And that's about the time I vowed my vengeance upon you, I remember it super clear, I was in bed, I had just finished the pea soup that Anna made, it was disgusting by the way---" She waved the thought away with a frown. "ANYWAY- the next time I saw you, it all fell apart, because what good is a revenge scheme if you didn't even remember what it was you did to me! So here I've been, completely lost as to what to do. It was sort of supposed to be my hobby...attempting to murder you and all."

                  • Negaduck

                    "I see." And he did see. It was coming back to him, the blind frustration at her failure, the justified decimation of her useless self and everything she held dear. 

                    He couldn't say as much to her, however, could he? 'Maybe suck less next time?' 'Don't play with fire if you don't want to get horribly mutilated'?

                    After a flicker of consideration as to the identity of Anna, whom he would have to thank later for this diversion, Negaduck said,

                    "Have you considered macramé?"

                    It still involved stabbing, but would be fifty per cent less likely to blow up in her face than any sort of altercation with him. 

                    • Red Nova
                      Red Nova

                      "I suppose I could always broaden my crafting horizon, but now that you remember, I can get back to what I was doing! The only problem is, I can't settle on how. You deserve something befitting of your massive reputation. A public execution? No, no...that'll only draw out the terror that monologues in the night. Of course, a close proximity shot to the face would be short and sweet, but it's just not grand enough, not special!" Nova waved her gun arm around, a distressed expression on her face. "I want this to be memorable for both of us!"

                      I mean, it wasn't every day you had Negaduck tied to a chair in front of you. Well, maybe for some people it was normal.

                      • Negaduck

                        It was good she was enjoying herself, because meanwhile he was sitting on a gunshot wound. Somehow this was less excruciating than being on the wrong end of an evil gloat for a change.

                        "Thank you for recognising my immense infamy. So glad my suffering will bring you some level of reflected glory."

                        He was watching her, weighing everything up. Wrists twisting ever so slightly against their bonds.

                        "In light of that, can I offer a suggestion."

                        Like she could say no.

                        "Make it big."


                        "Make it so big, it makes what I did to you look like a peaceful skip around the destructo-daisies. Make sure it rips every molecule of my being into teeny, tiny pieces, then post those pieces to the four corners of the earth, then set them on fire. And then get yourself a portal and skip a few universes over. Because I can guarantee I'll come back, I'll beat this- ngh- fabulous curse, and this time, I'll remember you. And you'll really, really, wish I didn't."

                        Who was monologuing now huh.

                        "Sound 'special' enough?"

                        It had better be.