#running2re duck tion

[thelostexperiment]

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Bradford : So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Susan : ...I did. I broke it.

Bradford : No. No you didn't. Buford?

Buford : Don't look at me. Look at Bentley.

Bentley : What?! I didn't break it.

Buford : Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Bentley : Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Buford : Suspicious.

Bentley : No, it's not!

Brycen : If it matters, probably not, but Collin was the last one to use it.

Collin : Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Brycen : Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Collin : I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Brycen!

Susan : Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Bradford.

Bradford : No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Brycen : Bradford ... Buford 's been awfully quiet.

Buford : rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Bradford , being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Bradford : I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Bradford :

Bradford : Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[running2redemption]

I think maybe it's time to make a pinned post: I'm accumulating side-blogs and haven't been here for a while!

Hello! My name is Shace! I'm 35 years old! My pronouns are she/him! This is my multimuse RP blog - though usually only a few muses are actually active at a given time!

Here's a link to my rules!

Here's a link to the High Activity Muses!

Right now my main muses are: Philip Wittebane (TOH), The Collector (TOH), The Archivists (TOH) and Gideon Gleeful (GF)

I have some sideblogs that are associated with specific characters and fandoms!

@running2reanimation - My Alan Becker animations fanblog - also accepting RP requests and in character asks!

@king-orange - In character tumblr blog for King Orange from Animation VS Minecraft, accepts asks and RP requests!

@bang-bang-ballista - In character tumblr blog for Ballista from Animator VS Animation, accepts asks and RP requests!

@running2re-duck-tion - My Ducktales 2017 multimuse blog - not very active currently but sometimes the muses strike!

@shace-t-ace - My personal blog! Beware - there are lots of untagged posts and general lack of organization, also not super active.

[sympathy-for-thedamned]

👏 ~ Brycen

"Perhaps if you cared to investigate our relationship, you wouldn't have to come to false conclusions about it. And perhaps, you should ask yourself what that means."

[thelostexperiment]

A slightly disappointed sigh left Collins beak, "Right, fair enough. It was partly a joke anyway... partly. I guess at least one thing about the season that hasn't changed much and most people seem to like is that the holiday is still an excuse to indulge in lots of overly boozy drinks and foods."

thelostexperiment​:

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Collin remains silent for a moment and tacks a good look at the duck.

Green

Yellow eyes

Hates Christmas

He somehow manages to keep himself from laughing at the sudden revelation he just had and the idea it spawned.

“Yeah, all the commercialism has really taken away from the true meaning of the holiday. It kind of makes one want to…”, the buzzard grains, “Steal Christmas and throw it off of the highest mountain cliff, doesn’t it?”

“I’m reasonably certain you cannot just steal a holiday, also that’s far too much work.”

[slootsforshace]

“I swear, if one more of you pesky little Greyfaces asks Poe about that failure of a figment, so help me--”

“Ahem - dearest brother, might I suggest you ignore those things, and turn that curiosity towards something more... productive? Like finding us a new village to rule! That would be fun, wouldn’t it? Much more so than listening to the likes of them.”

[lucy-buzzard]

@running2re-duck-tion continue from (x)

“Like I’m going to trust the woman who kidnapped me,” The little buzzard rolled his eyes, putting as much distance as he could between them. Given that he was more useful to her alive, and was clearly being used as bait to lure his grandma out here he doubted it would be a deadly poison, but he wasn’t too keen on possibly being drugged into complacency. He also knew that chances were he’d have to cave eventually, but he’d hold out as long as he could. Why couldn’t he actually get to sit out on an adventure, just this once? Even when he tried, stuff like this happened. Maybe he should just stop trying...

Lavinia looks down at the cowered boy in the cage with dull, empty eyes. "Eat or starve, I do not care," Lavinia said as she set the plate and cup in front of the boy.

Although, when the woman looked at the boy on eye level, she noticed odd about his behavior. Most chaotic children (specifically the adventuring type) would not further themselves away from her. They would try and attack her instead.

The labrador shakes her head and stands back up. She looks out the window and notice the sky was going dark. "If Finch is this great of an adventurer I've heard so much about, then she'll come here with in three days." Lavinia looks back down at the cage child. "You better be on your best behavior if you don't anything happen to you."

[big-chicken-man]

“I'm begging you not to make this weird... you just... You looked like you needed one," Brycen mumbled, face pressed into the rooster's side, the vulture's arms wrapped around him.

{Hugs}

Shock defeated Steelbeak's instinct to pry himself free. Well, this was new. Usually, the little guy steered clear of striking distance (who could blame him?). Yet, there Brycen was, trusting he would leave the interaction without a memory of flying to call his own. Thank goodness everyone else left the boardroom.

Steelbeak smirked, patting Brycen's back. "Hey, I'm used to bein' yelled at by everybody like that. Water off my back."

Didn't make the buzzard's gesture any less pleasant. John and Phantom were lucky their frequent affection toward their partners wasn't seen as weakness. Steelbeak's smile dimmed at the thought, but he staved it off in favor of guiding Brycen to the doorway.

"Come on, pal. I’ll buy ya lunch."

[directorsteelbeak]

@running2re-duck-tion​ asked: "Merry Christmas, Steelbeak, I hope it's been treating you well." Brycen greeted with a smile, before pulling out a parcel wrapped in tasteful red and green paper, "A gift. For you. Go ahead and open it, I want to know if I've done well." 

Steelbeak blinked as the other holds out a gift for him. “OH!” He knew Brycen was getting him a gift... they had specifically told each other they were... however it still seemed to come as a surprise to the rooster. 

He took the gift carefully, wondering what it could be, before ripping the paper open. 

[clucktales]

@running2re-duck-tion​ started following you

“De-Spell? Aren’t yae supposed to be a bird flyin’ round ?” 

[rudechickenboy]

11 Roy

@running2re-duck-tion I think I got one meant for you here

[calisotaocs]

Match Maker!

@running2re-duck-tion​ said:  Match Maker for uh... Brycen or Poe since those are my most active rn?

I’ll go with one or two for each one!

For Brycen, I feel like him meeting Leslie could be super interesting, since Leslie is a former SHUSH agent, prior to departing the agency because she just didn’t have the stomach for the work. She’s a very kind woman, though- I think getting to meet the woman who treated the injured of SHUSH for a long time would make for a pretty neat interaction.

A couple for Poe, and that’s definitely Aurora or Odette. I’ve wondered a lot what someone like Poe would think of a more whimsical but still powerful ancient magic like Gummi Magic, and Odette could be a curiosity to him. A girl who developed magic with NO obvious source, no lineage or magic items, and gained the ability to mend and heal.

[thelostexperiment]

The old buzzard-man's eyes began to flutter open again to a very familiar sight of sandstone walls and floors. He's sitting on the old couch that must have been left here from F.O.W.L. when they still ran this library. 

Oh dear, he must have dozed off again looking through files. The vulture lets out a lazy yawn before hearing, "Sleep well?" As he realized just who he'd been sleeping against... Again...

He straightened himself up rubbing his baggy old man eyes.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, Brycen. This is becoming an awful habit."

The younger buzzard merely gave a polite smile to his older brother. "It's alright, Mr. B, I've started to get used to it."

"But still, it must be terribly inconvenient for you."

"I've mostly been reading up on these files while you were asleep anyway. I hope we can find something about you soon..."

Mr. Buzzard let out a sigh through his nostrils, he was beginning to wonder if there really *is* anything about him here. He decided to change the subject to something less frustrating.

"I had a very interesting dream, that our ages were switched and we were were frantically trying to reverse it somehow." He gave a tired chuckle, "I suppose that could never really happen though."

The younger brother grimaced at the thought, his face hardened a little before he shook the feeling away. "I wouldn't be too sure about that..." Then he gave the old man a curious glance. "Mr. B, would you want to become a younger man? That is if that's what you dream about..."

Mr. B just shrugged, "I'm not sure, I've never been young before as far as I know. Must be nice though, to have all that extra energy."

Brycen scoffed a little, "I don't have that much more, and I'm sure it'll be even less as the years roll on."

"Hmmm..." Mr. B thought it over a little more. "Maybe, I'd just to try it and see what it's like... If I don't like it I can always just wait for age to catch up with me again." He said with a little smirk...

[big-chicken-man]

running2re-duck-tion​:

Brycen went still as Steelbeak called him out so casually; he’d gotten away without garnering suspicion so far by seeming generally dispassionate about most things. The tension rose as Steelbeak remained silent and Brycen’s grip on the knife tightened.

But the rooster broke it with a statement that wasn’t as reassuring as Steelbeak wanted it to be. Secrets only stayed secrets as long as it benefitted the secret keeper to keep them that way - Brycen was under no illusion that Steelbeak wouldn’t sell him out as soon as it was convenient for him.

As Steelbeak explained his reasoning, Brycen nodded along, putting his bit of lemon into his mug and popping the rest of the lemon back into the fridge. At least Steelbeak’s logic made sense to him.

At Steelbeak’s comment on the tough crowd Brycen gave a little laugh of his own, partly from nerves and partly because it was true, at least from what he’d seen so far.

“Cute?” Brycen nearly fumbled his mug at that compliment, “Everyone else has said it’s old-fashioned.”

Brycen’s twitching did not go undetected. Though Steelbeak was a rooster, he had the eyes of a hawk. Outside of a few notable exceptions, he had mental notes on everyone he encountered so far: their strengths, their weaknesses, and other sorts of secrets that would spell trouble if leaked. Daily, Steelbeak was written off as the lug. It was insulting, but he found great value in being underestimated. To dismiss Brycen’s newfound suspicion would be foolish, and Steelbeak refused to make that mistake again. His posture remained relaxed as Brycen tensed and then relaxed.

At least the air in the room was breathable again, not that the rooster was feeling any of the pressure. He knew he had the upper hand despite the unknown power distance between himself and the buzzard before him. Brycen’s laughter made Steelbeak’s smile widen.

“Ehhhh screw ‘em. Let’s be honest, pal: most names here got a sorta gimmick.” Steelbeak pointed out. “I mean, Heron, mine, Bradford, Scrooge, Phantom... Either you’re named after ya species or some sorta power you have.” He shrugged. If there was anything to be grateful for, it was that the conversation was smooth. Steelbeak found Brycen to be a far more personable fellow than Heron and Bradford, both of which who were so consumed by their work. Thinking about it made Steelbeak’s mind wonder. 

“Ya know, you got me real curious, pal.” He squinted, leaning in as if priming himself to press Brycen with a brutal question. It was the perfect time to run away before the rooster could ask anything hard…that is, if Steelbeak wasn’t quick to follow up.

“What sorta things do ya do for fun around here, eh? I feel like you’re probably more interestin’ than most chumps here.”

[sympathy-for-thedamned]

“You belong to me," Poe reminded the old buzzard, unnatural eyes staring into Bradford's own. His expression wasn't cross, more along the lines of lightly amused. Was this going to be a power struggle or was the vulture going to accept that his place was with him?

Bradford hated that despite knowing how people worked from observation, when confronting situations he froze up. He wanted to speak, but in the moment all he could do was stare.

Those words...

A part of him wanted to be offended, to lash out and say that no one truly owned him.  The thing Bradford hated more than anything in the world - to be so helpless to his own devices, to not be the one in control, to have no control over his situation or anyone around him - it tore him up inside.  It felt like jammed gears in his inner mechanization.

However, thinking more on things, analyzing his own situation, the vulture hybrid had also acknowledged some things about their time together.  Poe had really not done anything other than help him get out of his feral vulture form.

If anything, Poe knew how it felt to be dehumanized and humiliated. Poe was the one person who could understand what Bradford felt.  The one person he had a strong connection to.  For turning him back into his original form, he owed it to Poe to help him find his sister.

It didn't help that his gaze was piercing whatever Bradford had in the confines of his chest that resembled a heart.

His pride suggested that he say he was no slave, but something else within him tried to convince him to give in.  To tell him that his work was done, he had no purpose, and he could finally rest after trying to hard and crashing even harder.

It was written on his face that he was conflicted.

A war raged in his head over what to do, how to logically get himself out of this predicament.  Even with all of his intelligence, Poe had magic on his side.  Bradford wasn't in the mood to cross anyone else.  Who knew who'd all be scorned by him if they ever found out he was living as anything less than a pet.

He closed his eyes and swallowed his pride.  "What choice do I have? I won't deny that being with you will ensure my safety, and at this point I'll need it.  My only request is that you treat me with decency."

Bradford paused and spoke lowly. "I know I don't have the right to ask it of you, but I feel like you'd understand."

[slootsforshace]

In his defense, he’d tried to time it so he’d arrive back at the mansion while Bradford was still at the office. It’d be easier that way, to sneak into his own home like some kind of coward and get things sorted out on his own. If he was really careful, he wouldn’t have to run into anyone else, either.

Scrooge took the long route up to the manor, circling around the back and using the kitchen door to slip inside. He shut it silently, head turned to better listen for anyone nearby; focusing, he could hear what sounded like Beakley moving around upstairs in her own wing, but beyond that it was quiet.

Now fairly positive that no one was going to burst in on him - and that none of the security system was about to activate - Scrooge heaved a sigh as he moved from the kitchen, through the TV room and up the grand staircase. His head was already pounding, strong enough to occasionally blur his vision, and it was so tempting to just head right to his bedroom and sleep until it stopped. Never the less, he turned toward his office and study instead, determined to get his problem dealt with right away.

[lucy-buzzard]

@running2re-duck-tion ask for a starter with Lavinia Labrador

Lavinia has to admit, she wasn't expecting the kidnapping to be so easy... Although come to think of it, is it that much of a surprise? The famous adventurer, Isabella Finch, left her child sidekick behind in the woods. By the time Finch goes back to that camp, the boy will be long gone.

The labrador made sure the note she left behind was put in an obvious spot. Finch is an adventurer, she'll find the boy. Eventually. For now the boy will be a "guest" in her home till the time is right.

Speaking of the boy, his lunch is ready. Lavinia takes the plate and cup to the boy in the living room. Where his put in a small cage. "Here is your lunch," Lavinia said with a monotone voice. "It is not poisonous. If you wish to keep your energy up then I suggest you eat."