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bluh ([personal profile] high_roller) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2012-03-13 06:58 pm
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The 'Shit let's get some random as heck prompts meme'

The 'Shit let's get some random as heck prompts meme'

Step 1
✪Post with your character! Name and series go in the header.

Wait, you're not done!

Head over here and click on one of the writing prompt generators.  Generate until you find one you think is interesting and copy and paste it into the body of your comment.  Or come up with your own random prompt.  Whatever.

Do not leave the body of your comment blank!
Seriously, that is some bright red text up there.  If you leave your comment blank you're just gonna look like a tool for not following easy directions.

Step 2
✪Go around and look at other characters.  Find a prompt you think looks entertaining and respond! You guys are now playing that prompt out.

dysarmed: Credit to chaosbringer's friend (Default)

War | Darksiders

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-14 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The story starts on an ice floe. The story must have a rabbit at the end. The story must involve a boat. During the story, a character finds out a dark secret.


In a haunted city of illusion, an ambassador and a xenobotanist battle a cabal of devils intent on stealing the souls of the innocent.


During the story, there is a sudden change in weather. The story must have a duck involved in the middle. The story must involve a jar of jelly. A character is hateful throughout most of the story.
dirk_gently: (vices)

#3 is Go!

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-15 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Cjelli Wholesale Shrimp Supply Company has been working overtime the past week, because it's that or let one of the mechanics come by and beat about said company's kneecaps with a baseball bat. At least he has the Jag back in his possession, with an engine that runs, and now the bill is paid with just enough left over for a couple of stiff drinks to round out the week.

Dirk sits at the Nexus bar, indulging in a drink and a smoke, and pondering the vast excitement in his life that still always seems to leave him alone, mostly broke, and feeling a little run down.
dysarmed: (DODGE damn you)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-15 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[If War had his way, Dirk would continue to be alone. But life makes fools of us all. So it is that War falls out of a portal in the ceiling, plummets and smashes the floor with a giant blue-sparking gauntlet. Tiles six feet around him shatter and/or leap from the surface. He lifts his hand away, glares at the small object crushed through several inches of what lays beneath the floor. Maybe no one wants to know. But if the Nexus has a basement, said object will be rolling in a pile of radiant sadistic glee.

War snarls and punches the floor again.]
dirk_gently: (disgusted)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-15 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
With his usual classic display of grace and quick reflexes, Dirk falls off his bar stool as it rocks from the impact, and lands with a solid thud on his backside, while spilling most of a gin-and-tonic on himself.

"...Oh god. It's you."

He doesn't even bother to pick himself up off the floor just yet. He's already had a drink and a half, and while he's not actually well and truly drunk, it still seems safer down here just for the moment.
dysarmed: (In restrospect it was subversive)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-15 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[One more shock wave! War lifts his fist and raises his lip in disgust, but relaxes his expression at the warm verbal embrace of his presence.]

'Maybe I'll see you around sometime.' You're fond of sarcasm?

[The shock wave-causing gauntlet vanishes, and War reaches down and pulls up a jar. A jelly jar. The Smucker's sticker's still on it. As War stands and inspects the jar, it's clear it isn't even scratched.]
dirk_gently: (disgruntled)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-15 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Only when it's intentional." He sighs, but on seeing the floor-punching seems to be over for the moment, he clambers slowly back up on his feet with the aid of the bar stool.

"Er... you need one of those gripper things?"
dysarmed: (Amusement not found)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-15 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[It's also clear the jelly jar isn't filled with jelly. There's a faintly glowing carved figure of some sort, bobbing in a mass of blue that has screaming skulls drift out from time to time. Okay. So it could be Satan's jelly. In experiment, War lets the jar go again. Clatter. Nope. He picks it back up. Frowns.]

Be more specific.
dirk_gently: (bemused)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-15 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
He bends down with a grunt to retrieve his hat off the floor, and smacks it against one leg to get the dust off. "There's... these sort of rubber gripper things they make, to help you open difficult jars..." Dirk's voice trails off as he notices the jar is glowing, and he edges closer, pulling off his glasses briefly and cleaning them on the hat to be sure he's seeing this right.

"...Ah. Nevermind, that... probably wouldn't work. What is that? Deathberry preserves? Is that what you normally put on your toast of a morning?" Honestly, for War that doesn't seem out of the question.
dysarmed: Credit to chaosbringer's friend (Default)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-15 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
I don't eat. Who's 'they'?

['Probably' is still worth a try. To know how to build something, you need to know how to deconstruct it, right? Maybe they can help, since they make jar openers. Could have some secret supernatural sect.]
dirk_gently: (talking)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-15 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
"At all?" Dirk clearly feels this is a terrible shame.

"What? Oh... They. The nameless, faceless... some company or other... I don't have the bloody patent records on hand, you know. So what is it? Clearly it's important to you to you to get it open. I realize you may be of the opinion that my puny mortal limitations make it less than worthwhile, but I do try to to be helpful, and it just could be to your own advantage to be a little more forthcoming with information." The edge of alcohol gives him the courage to be slightly cross.
dysarmed: (Guys where's my face)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-15 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[And likely not in mind, either.]

They're souls. The other's a totem, applause to a demon's carnage during the End Days.

[As for why they're in a jelly jar, War can't think of a logical explanation beyond 'it was there.' The Smucker's logo he has an idea about, but...yeah. Can you help, Dirk?]
dirk_gently: (disgruntled)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-15 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"So what happens when you let them out?" He's still trying to figure out how to help. If War can't even crack the glass with his biceps of steel and gauntlets of doom, what good can somebody like Dirk do?
dysarmed: Credit to chaosbringer's friend (Never a better graduation exit)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-15 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
They're payment.

[War's still thinking, too. If force fails, and velocity and impact, perhaps...

War tosses the jar straight up, then unhitches his sword and swings it in an arch. It's a good thing Dirk's short no promises with his hat. The sword flares with fire, there's a tching! of it hitting the jar. It falls, rolls quite a ways. On fire. Good sign. War hitches his sword and walks after the jar.]
dirk_gently: (talking)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-15 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Payment somebody else gave you, or... something you're paying to somebody?" Dirk wishes people paid him more often, but not in that kind of thing. He follows at a safe distance, slow and careful and just a tiny bit unsteady.
dysarmed: (No giant crab bosses right)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
I to another.

[The totem is what really matters. For a few moments War wonders why. His pace is steady, slow, but he notices Dirk fall behind. His footsteps. Abnormal.]

Allaying your status quo of misery?
dirk_gently: (vices)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-16 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Dirk raises an eyebrow, not because he's offended in any way but because that turn of phrase sounds a little like something he'd say himself. Maybe he's rubbing off on War?

"I suppose so, yes. It doesn't work terribly well, one only ends up far more miserable the following morning, but..." He gives a shrug, as if to say he's only a mortal human and that's his excuse.

"I'm not entirely certain I want to know, but against my better judgement, what is that thing payment for?"
dysarmed: (War with your hood so bright)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-16 12:45 am (UTC)(link)
[It was.]

But humans are flawed. Corruptible.

[Bitterness swells in him, and his tone is hard and flat. Over a conflict so old...so close. War slows, stops. Picks up the jar. The fire goes out. He clenches his hand to test it, turns to face Dirk as he speaks.]

It's weakened. Where is your purgatory? Thor may yet glean use.

[He'll answer your question after, Dirk.]
dirk_gently: (bored)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-16 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"More flawed than you can imagine, mate." He sighs, a little resigned to the usual difficulty of conversing with War, and completely unaware he's actually had his own words thrown back at him. He has so many words, after all, he can't be expected to remember them all.

"You mean my world? Just a PINpoint away..."
dysarmed: Credit to chaosbringer's friend (Default)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-16 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
[As he thought.]

The merchant lends healing agents and bestows knowledge of combat. Now take me there.

[War's about to correct him, but he holds his tongue. Now's not the time.]
dirk_gently: (bemused)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-16 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"What? What merchant?" He's pulling out his PINpoint anyway, but pauses to eye War thoughtfully. "Could you duck a bit? My ceiling's not... intended to accommodate someone of your stature. More someone of mine." Well not quite, but it's still only an eight foot clearance.
dysarmed: (This s'mores party sucks)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-16 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
The fallen demon Vulgrim.

[War kneels. Stops himself from taking hold of Chaoseater's hilt.]
dirk_gently: (bemused)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-16 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Can't say as I know that one. I'll look him up sometime..." He's just being flippant, of course. "Ah, and do try not to damage my house? It's already been through a military jet, or rather one has been through it, and that was expensive to repair..."

He punches the button and lands them in a cluttered front hall, slightly crowded with newspapers, discarded rain boots and clothes, heaps of old mail, and other odds and ends. Dirk is not a tidy housekeeper, and very much the perpetual bachelor.
dysarmed: (Amusement not found)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[War's about to say he'd have only a passing interest in the dead. But then they're there! How undramatic. It's l- War furrows his brow. Damn, man, do you ever toss your pizza boxes? He stands, stops short of bumping the low ceiling. Step step stecrunch.]
dirk_gently: (disgusted)

[personal profile] dirk_gently 2012-03-16 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
He does a general sort of clean up once a year, at least! To be fair, Dirk eats a lot of pizza, so they do accumulate quickly.

Dirk winces at the crunch. "Careful! Err... here, the kitchen is a little better, ceiling-wise. I can call them from there..." He waddles up the hall to the open kitchen door, one hand on the wall. Of course, the kitchen is more cluttered than the hall, and there's the doorway to get through...
Edited 2012-03-16 02:35 (UTC)
dysarmed: (I will beat you with your spine)

[personal profile] dysarmed 2012-03-16 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[War wants to. That's what bothers him. He wants to clean up.]

We'll meet outside.

[War doesn't need to breathe and he's close to gagging - not just for the pizza remains, but how he imagines the rest of the house to be if this is the entrance. Even War took some care to presentation! He moves to a door along the hall. It's a way out, right?]

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