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

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

 

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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.

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[dirk_gently]

Just for the moment, Dirk is content to be quiet. Partly he's still riding the buzz of the alcohol as long as he can hold onto it, partly he's tired, and partly he's given up on attempting frivolous conversation with War.

Within a few minutes the clouds seem to thicken overhead, there's a distant rumble, and then abruptly Thor comes swinging out of the sky hanging by one hand from his hammer.
Under the other arm is a live duck.

When he lands on the street the impact makes cracks in the pavement.

[dysarmed]

[Dirk is wise in those regards. War watches Thor's dramatics. He walks forward to meet him, tightly grips the jelly jar.]

Why alight with a duck, Thor?

[Well that's a question he never thought he'd ask.]

[dirk_gently]

Dirk is definitely smarter than he looks, even when tipsy. Possibly moreso, with the booze slowing his trains of thought down to a speed where they're easier to analyze.

Thor looks slightly sheepish and defensive. "Kate said to take it with me."

Dirk flicks ash off his cigarette, and tries a bad Groucho Marx impression. "Sure, but what was it before it was a duck?"

"The postman." Thor says slowly, completely serious.

For the record, I would've made its previous form be ham.

[dysarmed]

[...]

Did he deserve it?

ham?

[dirk_gently]

Thor looks down at the duck, and sets it in the street, where it sits looking cross and waddles a few steps before looking up to regard War with as much skepticism as a duck can emote.

"He was not good at being a postman." Thor says, again with utter seriousness, and a thick accent. On top of trying to cope with the modern world, English isn't his first language.

Dirk raises an eyebrow.

Yes. As in he turned ham into a duck.

[dysarmed]

[War ignores the duck. He will ignore it until it moves to peck him or something. Then he will kill it in a needlessly theatrical fashion.]

Why did Kate tell you to bring it here?

[Pervasively bad at doing your job? Acceptable reason for being turned into a duck.]

Pigduck.

[dirk_gently]

"Because it was qvacking in the bathtub and she is trying to sleep." Thor gives a little 'not my problem' shrug, and swivels the ice-blue gaze to Dirk. "Why did you call me here?"

The duck is moving on from War to go stare at Dirk, which distracts him a moment. "Hm? Oh, He wanted to see if you might persevere where others have failed, in using your deific might to- he's got a jar that can't be opened." Dirk sighs. He's not feeling up to snuff tonight. "You've got a hammer. That seems worth a try."

[dysarmed]

[...Why did they accommodate the duck postman? No, no more questions. Now is a time for action!]

No.

[War steps forward and places the jar in front of him, steps back, glances at Dirk.]

Physical force did nothing.

[War looks at Thor. A clear challenge.]

Prove your worth, god. Call lightning.

[dirk_gently]

The postman probably misdelivered something. Things have a habit of turning into other unrelated things when Thor is around and his temper flares.

Dirk shrugs, eyeballing the duck back awkwardly. He hopes it's not after his cigarette. "I suppose it didn't at that, but had it occurred to you that it might require something non-physical? The key to opening it may be something immaterial such as a word, a sound, a scent or taking it to a specific location? It might even be a specific thought, or perhaps it requires some more esoteric means such as another spirit-" He's babbling again, and focused on the duck.

A glint comes into Thor's eyes, and a smile as slow but sure as a glacier. The challenge is accepted in full. He tilts his face to the sky, raising one hand, and the air grows thick and heavy with tension.

Dirk looks up, just in time for his instincts to kick in and send him scrambling backwards up against the doorframe. "Not here!? Not in the middle of the stre-!"

Anything more is cut off by the boom as Thor slams his hand downwards at speed to point at the jar. The lightning echoes the gesture, an eye-searing bolt of white so focused the heat is barely felt more than a foot away. Most of the energy is condensed into the force that crashes directly onto the jar.

[dysarmed]

[The fire earlier weakened the jar. War's following leads, Dirk. War bows his head, narrows his eyes at the lightning. Underneath the crash and sparks and likely further destruction of pavement is a little popping sound. When the light fades, War looks. The jar steams. Flickers of electricity jump around it. The seal has been broken.

War picks it up, turns the lid. There's a little fizzy noise as he lifts it off. Then the souls swarm out, into the faintly glowing skull on the gauntlet of his mechanical arm. He takes the totem. Watches the duck quack fervently, flap and run around. It takes shelter beneath the Jaguar.]

[dirk_gently]

Thor folds his arms across his chest, hammer dangling loosely from one hand. It's looking smug time.

Dirk leans in the doorway of his house, a hand to his chest, and panting. "...Thanks. It's fantastic when my heart does calisthenics completely independent of the rest of my body..."

[dysarmed]

[War's pleased he can direct his hatred to something more substantial now. He ignores Thor, Dirk, and the duck, who's since waddled out to quack at Thor. War takes out his own PINpoint machine doohickey, starts typing in his world coordinates. Why stay?]

[dirk_gently]

"You're welcome." Dirk mutters with mild annoyance. "Maybe next time you two get together, you could leave me out of it?"

Thor is still looking smug. A challenge was made, and he answered it, so his night is complete.

[dysarmed]

[Posture all you want, Thor. It won't be acknowledged. War very slightly angles his head in Dirk's direction.]

You helped.

[Last number in, and away he vanishes to make his appointment with truth.]

[dirk_gently]

Thor is pleased enough with himself not to need recognition.

Once War is gone, Dirk shakes his head, and smirks. He'll take what he can get. "...And you, take your duck somewhere else... I'm going to bed."