The Park, Sunday Morning

[midichlorianfail]

There was a squirrel in the park. This wasn't particularly unusual.

Except maybe for the part where the squirrel was blue, transparent, and glowing. That was a bit less usual.

And that part where the squirrel was yelling obscenities and throwing glowing rocks at people. That definitively wasn't normal, even by Fandom terms.

Ratatoskr didn't know which dim-witted fucko was responsible for this, but he was pissed off about it.

[Open.]

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[in_sidon_we_trust]

Blue? Transparent? Glowing?

When Sidon went out to enjoy a little fresh air, maybe find some of the friends he was having trouble locating, and considering bringing back more pizza for Paris, he had certainly not expected to pass by the park and see what he could only assume was a legendary Blupee! Why, he had heard legends about them back home; who hadn't? Small, blue, transparent and glowing critters that, when shot with an arrow, would drop rupees for the shooter and making them rich beyond their wildest dreams! Now, of course, Sidon didn't exactly need rupees, and he'd always imagined them resembling rabbits more than squirrels, but perhaps this was just the Fandom version of those mythic creatures?

Either way, he could hardly pass up the opportunity! He hurried back to the dorms to fetch his bow and arrow, hoping the Blupee would still be there when he returned.

So, if not knowing which dim-witted fucko was responsible for this wasn't bad enough, Ratatoskr, please enjoy the giant red shark-like fellow shooting arrows at you with delight. Sidon usually was a pretty good shot, though perhaps his excitement over the whole thing had diminished the effectiveness of his aim a bit today.

[midichlorianfail]

The actual fuck?

Ratatoskr flung more glowing stones, which were very much not rupees, at Sidon. "Your aim is shit!"

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Those glowing stones almost could resemble rupees, on a very brief and not at all close inspection, but, yes, Sidon realized very quickly that that aspect of the legend, at least for Fandom Blupees, did not appear to be true. They were also supposed to just drop rupees, not throw them (and insults!) back at you.

...really, though, he couldn't blame the little guy. He deftly avoided the stones while pulling back another shot, sending the arrow flying for another hit, not ready to give up so easily.

[midichlorianfail]

Weirdly, this is not improve Ratatoskr's mood any.

"Hey, fucko, I have rabies." So watch it or he'd bite you, shark boy.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

The strangest part of this for Sidon, really, was that the Blupee could actually talk back. He felt that was a detail they really should have included in the legends. He tried shooting off one more arrow before lowering his bow, realizing that the prospect of talking with a rare and legendary creature might be even more rewarding than shooting at it.

"Rabies?" he asked. "Are those your version of rupees?" They did sound rather similar. "Is that what those glowing stones are? Are they worth much?"

[midichlorianfail]

The green ones replenished heath, the orange ones rage, so it all depended on how well you were doing in a fight.

"Fucking great, we've got ourselves a comedian here." No, Ratatoskr, Sidon was completely earnest.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Painfully so, really.

And that very earnest Zora was growing increasingly confused as well, wondering just what he might have said that could have been construed as a joke, and not too terribly sure how to respond to all of this.

"...I did not realized Blupees could talk," he offered, hoping that perhaps admitting his own ignornace on the matter might clear things up a little.

[midichlorianfail]

...the fuck was a Blupee?

"I'm a fucking squirrel!" A very bitter, irate, foul-mouthed squirrel.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

"Well, yes, of course," Sidon allowed, because that much was pretty obvious. "This island does seem to have its fondness for squirrels. But I'm afraid none of them seem to have grasped the proclivity toward conversation that you seem to possess, which is really quite fascinating."

[midichlorianfail]

"Maybe they just don't want tot talk to you."

Mean, Ratatoskr. Mean.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Except Ratatoskr clearly didn't know who he was talking to here, because that only made Sidon laugh as if the glowing blue apparently-not-Blupee had just told one of the best jokes he'd heard in a while.

"Oh, well, that is not the case at all!" he assured the critter. "They are actually quite talkative, it is just a mere matter of the fact that I have not quite gotten to the level of some people to be able to interpret their chitters meaningfully. They are quite expressive, though, in their gestures, which helps with great abundance. Probably a bit more effective than throwing rocks, I suppose, but, I will admit, I likely deserved that, for shooting these arrows at you. I must beg a thousand pardons for that, my squirrel friend; I was under the impression you were a creature of quite a different nature."

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks had decided to come into the park for some more meditation and maybe lightsaber practice. She saw the...Force ghost?...and bowed politely to it.

[midichlorianfail]

Ratatoskr not-so-politely flung some more rocks at her. "Walk it off!"

[futurespacemom]

Master Kiwiiks calmly lifted a hand and stopped the rocks. "There are easier ways to handle whatever's bothering you. Which is?"