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longestnight_old2013-04-27 12:33 am
letskicksomeice) wrote in longestnight_old2013-04-27 12:33 am
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You have been Chosen for a Great Purpose, said Stacy - I mean, Manny
A tunnel appeared in the wall of North's workshop and two very weary spirits tumbled out of it. Jack didn't even bother to try landing on his feet or flying out gracefully, he just let himself flop across the floor an undignified sprawl of limbs, until he slid to a stop at the feet of Phil the Yeti.
"Arghughblorgblugh?" asked Phil.
"Oh, we won," Jack said lightly. "The kids are safe, no worries there. We just nearly got eaten in the process. Twice."
He looked to the elves, reaching out his staff and poking at one of them.
"Can you guys get Action Grandpa his hot water bottle? And maybe some Bengay. Ugh."
Nowadays, some days he actually felt old. Physically and mentally weary, muscles aching and exhausted. Every time they had a chance to recover from being chew toys, they usually had to be on the move again.
The elves scurried off and Jack flopped over on his back now, gingerly, looking down ruefully at his burned, ruined hoodie. (Third one this month.)
"Bunny, I think I'm going to take an early retirement from this Guardian thing. Do I get a pension?"
[ooc: locked to Bunny for setup.]
"Arghughblorgblugh?" asked Phil.
"Oh, we won," Jack said lightly. "The kids are safe, no worries there. We just nearly got eaten in the process. Twice."
He looked to the elves, reaching out his staff and poking at one of them.
"Can you guys get Action Grandpa his hot water bottle? And maybe some Bengay. Ugh."
Nowadays, some days he actually felt old. Physically and mentally weary, muscles aching and exhausted. Every time they had a chance to recover from being chew toys, they usually had to be on the move again.
The elves scurried off and Jack flopped over on his back now, gingerly, looking down ruefully at his burned, ruined hoodie. (Third one this month.)
"Bunny, I think I'm going to take an early retirement from this Guardian thing. Do I get a pension?"
[ooc: locked to Bunny for setup.]