Hunt 010 ~ [Action/Dictated]

[squirrelhunter]

[Galadriel and Murphy]

Thanks... F'r helpin' me in the woods. [The words seem to be a bit hard to say. He's never been good at this stuff.] Sorry I ain't said this sooner.

[That's all that's gonna be said.]

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[Daryl's going to be limping into the kitchen, tossing his journal onto the table. The redneck has a walking stick and a wrapped up ankle, indicating a pretty bad sprain, at least.

He hobbles on over to the freezer and takes out one of those microwaveable ready-meals, before turning to--

What is that? What even is that?]

You people can't just leave fuckin' sticky notes when y'break shit, can ya?!

Comments

[wilder]

[Huh. Wonder if it has something to do with him....]

A what?

[squirrelhunter]

Y'don't know what a sticky note is?

[It doesn't cross Daryl's mind that this information may have been intentionally kept from him.]

S'a small square o'paper, bit of glue on one side, use it t'stick notes t'shit. Usually when ya outta milk or ya break th'fuckin' microwave again.

[Not cool, man. He dragged his ass down here for nothin'!]

[wilder]

Ohhhhhh.

Okay, cool! [Sorry Daryl, he regrets nothing]

[squirrelhunter]

Don't s'pose you know th'fuckin' yahoo who broke it, do ya?

[The perp's ass has a date with one of Daryl's arrows.]

[wilder]

Hmmmm....[Tell the angry guy with an angry accent that he broke a microwave]

It was a demon from hell, actually. But it's gone now!

[squirrelhunter]

What th'fuck did a demon want with a microwave?

[wilder]

I couldn't tell you.

[squirrelhunter]

Yeah? Well it better damn well not show it's ass here again.

[There's the clacking of his walking stick as he goes to mess with the oven. Those ready-meals could be warmed through in those, too.]

[starhipped]

[Who cares about his microwave. She has a bone to pick.]

.. What did you do to your ankle?

[squirrelhunter]

[Well, that voice sounds familiar, and instantly puts Daryl on the defensive.]

I ain't gotta tell you shit.

video whooooops

[starhipped]

You don't have to, but I like to think I asked nicely.

[A sigh.]

.. I might be able to help you. Have you had it checked out?

You mean action?

[squirrelhunter]

It's fine.

[Asking was a bad idea in general, Esther. Still, he's going to hobble on around the kitchen, using the oven to heat his food instead of the evil microwave.

He doesn't seem too used to the walking stick, wincing occasionally as he jars his sprained ankle.]

action; right that. D:

[starhipped]

I don't believe you.

[She's a quick one. In fact, quick enough that she's going to try and poke his ankle with her foot, hard. Or at least, hard enough to get some sort of reaction.]

If it's broken, you could never use that foot again!

/hugs

[squirrelhunter]

[Daryl is also quick. He spins out of the way of the others foot before shooting her a "watch it" look.]

It's just fuckin' sprained. I know what a break feels like.

[starhipped]

If it's just a sprain, you won't mind if I look! Quit being a baby!

[squirrelhunter]

Look, it's healin' perfectly fuckin' fine! I don't want no strangers pokin' at it!

[Backing off now]

[starhipped]

You're acting like I'm going to amputate your leg! Besides, I'm not a stranger.

[squirrelhunter]

I don't know ya. Means y'all a stranger.

[Tensing up. He's not afraid to fight back, even with a sprained ankle... against a nun.]

[starhipped]

[This nun doesn't like to fight. Instead, she sighs.]

I don't know if I introduced myself, but I'm Sister Esther Blanchett. Does that make me less of a stranger?

Daryl

[inafadingcrown]

Think nothing of it. [And she really means that. It's something that she would have done for anyone.]

[squirrelhunter]

Nope.

Galadriel

[squirrelhunter]

Still... I dunno what I woulda done if you didn't show up.

[youhavebeenflynned]

[Harry is in the kitchen too. As he hears someone enter he looks up from the sandwich he has been doing.]

You alright, mate?

Daryl, to end

[spiritusaequitas]

[honestly, he's surprised you said anything at all. no skin off his back. so he'll address the other comment instead, sounding vaguely amused]

What th' fuck did they break up there, now?

To end

[squirrelhunter]

Th'fuckin' microwave. Again.