[Rick smells the smoke and that's what pulls him forward, before the screams. The smell of wood burning always reminds him of getting on the bus during winter, at his Aunt Polly's house. She lived up north, and early in the morning, people would warm their wood stoves. He would pull his hat down at the stop, smelling that horrible smell throughout the neighborhood. By the next year, the smell was beautiful.
But I digress. Rick immediately assess the situation. He runs over to a woman struggling to untie her horse and he quickly moves deft fingers through the ropes to help her. Rick then runs over to some children and pulls them away from the house. He can't help it-- the man he made a monster saved him. Cap was hero personified. He was familiar with heroism, being the universe's sidekick.
He gets caught up to speed. Invaders blocking safety, troops blocking everything else. Rick strides right up to one of the invaders-- the one holding the biggest bludgeon.]
Can I borrow this?
[Rick punches the invader in the jaw with right hook. He pulls his hand back quickly and grimaces, as if the man's jaw is made of metal. Things do not look good for the plucky sidekick!]
III. Crime —
[Rick immediately jumps up and runs from the guards. He tucks the package into his jacket pocket and pulls the jacket closer. Rick has no idea where he's going, he just knows he's going there fast. He's always been sort of a stocky guy, but those chicken legs... well they could move a lot faster than you'd think.
He rounds a corner and immediately ducks under a market stall. He hides among pumpkins messily. It takes him a second to look up.]
Hiiiiii.
IV. ...And Punishment —
[Rick Milhouse Jones has been a prisoner before. Not too long ago, just before Captain America had him stand before a firing squad. Lots of times before that too, but those were drunk tanks and shopping mall jails. Disney jail, even, once.
He notices the pattern of the people leaving and not returning. He hears the screams. He's not dumb.
Rick turns to the person beside him.]
Got any ideas?
WILDCARD I tried. Get me on gnomeskull if you're not sure. Anything else, fire away!
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[Rick smells the smoke and that's what pulls him forward, before the screams. The smell of wood burning always reminds him of getting on the bus during winter, at his Aunt Polly's house. She lived up north, and early in the morning, people would warm their wood stoves. He would pull his hat down at the stop, smelling that horrible smell throughout the neighborhood. By the next year, the smell was beautiful.
But I digress. Rick immediately assess the situation. He runs over to a woman struggling to untie her horse and he quickly moves deft fingers through the ropes to help her. Rick then runs over to some children and pulls them away from the house. He can't help it-- the man he made a monster saved him. Cap was hero personified. He was familiar with heroism, being the universe's sidekick.
He gets caught up to speed. Invaders blocking safety, troops blocking everything else. Rick strides right up to one of the invaders-- the one holding the biggest bludgeon.]
Can I borrow this?
[Rick punches the invader in the jaw with right hook. He pulls his hand back quickly and grimaces, as if the man's jaw is made of metal. Things do not look good for the plucky sidekick!]
III. Crime —
[Rick immediately jumps up and runs from the guards. He tucks the package into his jacket pocket and pulls the jacket closer. Rick has no idea where he's going, he just knows he's going there fast. He's always been sort of a stocky guy, but those chicken legs... well they could move a lot faster than you'd think.
He rounds a corner and immediately ducks under a market stall. He hides among pumpkins messily. It takes him a second to look up.]
Hiiiiii.
IV. ...And Punishment —
[Rick Milhouse Jones has been a prisoner before. Not too long ago, just before Captain America had him stand before a firing squad. Lots of times before that too, but those were drunk tanks and shopping mall jails. Disney jail, even, once.
He notices the pattern of the people leaving and not returning. He hears the screams. He's not dumb.
Rick turns to the person beside him.]
Got any ideas?
WILDCARD
I tried.
Get me on