Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

blue-haired-tales:

“Can you manage? Give me a shout if you’re having a hard time, although I suspect that you know the inner workings of this bar just as much as I do..” She remarked before taking the tiny eggcup in hand and making her way over to the bench. 

The cut-off straw was placed in the soda filled eggcup.. 

“Oh- I got it!” 

He yelled upwards as he finally got to the ground with his feet clumsily planting on the floor. Patches rushed to the counter bottom and sighed- grabbing his needle from the side that was tired with some string and threw it up at the cabinet handle and tried to scale the counter.

Before it started to come loose.

golden-gaze:

He cackled and flew after him, having a much easier time making it through the forest than Patches since he could just fly above all the trees instead of plowing through them.

With that in mind Patches had no way of out running the thing behind him. For a moment it felt like he was in the nightmare and as it got darker he had a hard time seeing and-

Thump. CRASH.

Right before he knew it, he tripped on a couple of boulders and fell into a clearing- scaring off a lot of the wildlife.

golden-gaze:

He opened his mouth but then shut it again. Ok, so Patches was right, he didn’t have a cage. He was gonna have to go to a pet store or something. “You seemed to fit in that jar pretty well.”

That was even worse. He frowned shaking his head profusely. However it didn’t seem to matter what he was going to say next as his bug companion had enough of it and literally dragged him over the table top as he yelped- gliding Patches down to the ground rather quickly.

guestsinhisworld:

@askborrowermedic

Host just so happened to be unlocking the door to his library when he heard and felt something very strange. Given his lack of eyes, he of course tended to pay pretty close attention to his other senses and picked up on it immediately.

What he heard now was a faint, rhythmic thumping that sent corresponding tremors through the ground, like something heavy was repeatedly hitting the street.

He began muttering quiet narrations to himself, trying to figure out what it was, and he about dropped his keys in shock at what he discovered.

It was pretty late- about a quarter past 10pm as the exhuasted medic tip toed into town. 

Well atleast tried to. Even he was making thumps it didn’t seem like he was attracting attention. Why was he even making the risky move to walk into a more populated area in the first place? Well- staying in a cold and lonely forest for one night made him feel not only sore physically but mentally. Even if he was scared to approach people like this he wanted to atleast take a quiet walk around warm buildings and not feel like he was an animal. 

Though that proved to be a stupid idea as he was passing by an all too familiar library. Hopefully one of his only friends wasn’t the- oh wait he is.

Patches froze when he saw them- remembering that he  saw with his mind instead of eyes so…he could of already known he was there. Besides that Patches hid behind an accounting office building and hoped that they didn’t notice him.

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

blue-haired-tales:

“I’ll get you something softer perhaps?” She replied, taking out what seemed to be an eggcup where in which she could place some soda. It was probably still a little bit too big, but she could cut a straw to a smaller size. To which she did!

“Is soda okay for you, Patches?”

“Yeup!” He spoke up rather quickly. Sugar is much better than alcohol anyways. Patches then inches to the side of the shelf and tried to descend down them to get to the counter. “I’ll be right over there let me just-”

golden-gaze:

Bet you’ve never had a cloud of mist laugh at you before, have you Patches?

The cloud began to move and reshape itself before solidifying again, but not in his human form. No, this was his true form. Some sort of 90 ft long, blue monster. “I’m what you’d call an ‘interdimensional phantom’,” he said, grinning with a mouth full of sharp teeth.

By now Patches didn’t care what he was. Derian was now worse as they were taller than him again and they have- a lot of teeth. The doctor’s eye twitched as he didn’t even say anything but just tried to book it out of there. Screeching.

golden-gaze:

As if a cute look was going to convince him. He shook his head. “You’re going to have to prove yourself before I trust you with anything. Don’t worry, I’ll make the cage comfortable for you.”

His heart sunk down in his chest when his fate was just tied to a cage. Patches deeply sighed and crossed his arms. “I bet you don’t even have a cage. So where do you think you’re going to put me?”

Run For Cover!

zhemedic:

The little man repeated again. Whoops the other got so distracted that they didn’t pay attention to their environment. Maybe he should’ve ask another time. 

The little medic recoiled in place and instinctively, as a medic, he scooped up the other within his hand against his chest, back towards the enemy and sprinted his way back to cover. He didn’t notice the sting he endured as he until he had noticed some blood dripping from his arm. The sniper’s bullet must’ve grazed his skin but he will live. Arms loosened to let the tiny medic go, “are you alright?”

“AGH-” 

He flailed when he was yoinked from the ground and pressed against the other man’s chest. Barley struggled as he was used to just being kidnapped on a regular basis by his own team. 

Being rushed over to cover- he could feel the harsh breathing and unbeknownst to the larger medic- red dust lightly resonated out of patches and started to heal his wound. When they were bent into cover- Patches actually was able to breath. Shaking a little.

“I-I am alright… I think..uh.” He looked up at the man. “Thanks for the lift.”