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Since these tend to fly around faster; Feel free to like/reblog if you’d like to interact with a tall, long legged, unnaturally short armed guy just trying to beat his ancestor at a board game to win back his mind- or perhaps the same guy, but before all that!

If you’re still reading and even the slightest bit interested, the guy you’re looking for is none other than Fred Bonaparte, the direct loser descendant of Napoleon Bonaparte— from a lovely game called “Psychonauts”!

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((After thinking on this for some time.. I’ve decided to put both Max, and Wally, on hiatus.))

((I just don’t really have muse for the both of them anymore, and I’d like to stick with just using discord for the both of them.))

((I might do a few IC asks here ‘n there, but in terms of actual rp, that’s just not gonna happen.))

((I might make a new rp blog soon, not sure when, but soon- and when I do, I’ll just be reblogging the promo here. I hope this won’t upset anyone, but they’re both my blogs, and this is my choice.))

((BUT don’t worry, even though I’m putting the both on hold, this doesn’t mean I’ll be deleting them anytime soon. I’ve put so much time into the both and I’d rather keep them here until further notice. So until I feel inspiration for using Tumblr, I’ll just be over on my art blog for now. @acme-arts​)) 

((Thanks for reading!! And thanks for everything!!))

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-”Relief, huh? We don’t usually get that from toons ‘round here. What we get is taken for granted. ‘course, that’s just apart of th’ job. Not like Peps minds too much. Me though? I hate it. But, like I said, that’s just apart of it.” Giving yet another shrug, along with a small kick to the ground, a brow was raised in subtle interest for the squirrel’s question. Area? She meant profession, right?

-”What area? Oh, pretty simple. We’re both field medics. But, other than that, we also specialize in a few other.. things. Cut ‘n stitch is one of the two. It goes; one is field medics, next is cut ‘n stitch and third is a mostly secret profession. Not open for spilling the beans though, ‘cause, no offense, I don’t know you all that much.”

Looks like her little diversion worked, for the time being.

-”’n Alca, huh? Nice name, toots. As for th’ hat, it’s just a uniform to make things a bit more obvious for people ‘round here. If I just wore the shirt ‘n coat, I’d get mistaken for a damn pharmacist. ‘n as it turns out, some toons really like cough drops. It’s just some weird addiction that more than a few people have. Mostly over on the second isle.”

-”’n from what I’ve dealt with as well, some toons even got poisoned from just scarfing them down in one go. Bunch of twits if you ask me.”

And, with well-placed timing, a distant store bell could be heard jingling before the figure of a bluebird could be seen.. slamming a door shut right behind him, overlapping the friendly chiming of the previously mentioned bell.

“A part of the job, is it? How unfortunate, really.” It did surprise the squirrel some that the Inkwell citizens didn’t seem to appreciate the bluebirds’ services. How odd. Other than policemen and those working for the law, doctors and those in the medical field were some of the most respected back home, especially those that were on her payroll…

Alca listened to Salt’s explanation on what he and his brother did in their field. Of course, she wasn’t expecting him to spill much information since they’ve only just met moments ago. Plus, as he stated, it was all simple to explain anyway.

“Field medics…” she mumbled to herself before being briefly in thought. “Oh, I see. So you and your brother have provided medical help for the military then. Pardon me for being incorrect, but I have a cousin back in my hometown who participated in war as a medic and that’s what he was labeled as. A field medic.” A pause as the squirrel glanced off towards the ocean for a moment. “And no offense taken. I understand. I know sometimes those things can be confidential.”

She didn’t grimace at being called “toots”. Eh, after having to endure unwanted pet names for years, she has learned to ignore and not acknowledged such things unless it got out of hand. “Oh, yes. I completely know what you mean by the strange addiction. It has been happening back in my home since the ban of drugs came into play. If people couldn’t get the strongest medication to satisfy their obsession, cough drops and cough syrup were their one way ticket.” She shook her head as a faint smirk appeared. “Oh, the irony…”

The thoughts of the pathetic legal system were interrupted by the chiming of a store bell somewhere far off. Alca immediately turned her head towards the sound to see a bluebird identical to Salt, seeming to leave the store in a huff.

-”Nah, it’s fine. I-” Upon hearing the door slam and Alca‘s little pointer towards the source, the bluebird had turned his head, along with his body, around to really see what all this noise was about.

Well, speak of the devil.

Keeping both wings crossed over one another with a rather blank, yet somewhat bored(?) expression, he’d simply observe as the twin made his way on over. And, as it seemed, the closer that Pepper had gotten, the more obvious it was that the bluebird was currently sporting a rather large, fresh bruise on the side of his face. Somewhere just below the eye.

-”Didn’t have it, eh?” Salt asked, ever so slightly raising a brow with a questionable look upon spotting the bruise. Yikes, looked like that thing got him right in the kisser. Must of hurt real bad too.

-”No. They didn’t. I say we just leave and g-” Only just after beginning to go a little rant of his, Pepper abruptly stopped dead in his tracks. Leg only meters above the ground, the twin then turned to Alca and after only a moment’s pause, quickly stood up straight and cleared his throat in a hasty manner.

Exchanging a glance between the two, Pepper quickly adjusted his hat by the brim before turning to his brother, clasping both wings into a light hold.

-”I didn’t know you were busy, Salt.” He begun, slight impatience added to his tone as the bird gave a small lean forward.