CALL ME OUT

[bootyhunter]

CALL ME OUT:

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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

bootyhunter / himbomb / incelligent



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*Note: Sakamoto Tatsuma (Gintama) kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder) moneyballer available on request



Also voicetesting Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc) googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy) edboy / Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game) aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party) portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party) confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag) feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo) pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) screechy

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i needed an appropriate icon before i could reply to this

[calldw]

[ Okay. That does it. Ever have a tiny duck get all up in your face before, Dandy? It's happening now. DW jumps up across the table, stretching his cape out behind him in order to accentuate his silhouette. Look afraid, Dandy!

... that's not working. After a moment of this, Darkwing settles for yelling and harshly jabbing Dandy in the chest with one finger, after each word. Imagine Jim Cummings saying all of this as aggravated as he possibly can: ]

I! DON'T! WANT! TO HEAR! ABOUT! ANNNNNNYYYYYYOOOONNNNEEEE! LAYING! EGGS!

[ Dandy is lucky he's not getting a fistful of feathers, honestly. Instead, DW settles for reaching for Dandy and trying to shake him like they're playing out some even more demented version of Ren and Stimpy. ]

NOT YOU! NOT AAANYYOONNNEEEEEE ELSE, BUT ESPECIALLY NOT ME!

[ In a way, this is sort of like staring into a funhouse mirror for DW. He's nearly as vain and ridiculous as Dandy is, and the fact he's self-aware to realize that kinda stinks. ]

We've been here for TWO WEEKS, THREE PEOPLE ARE DEAD, and I've had to answer about two-hundred and fifty six invasive questions about my species! Meanwhile, all you've concerned yourself with is "the ladies" and food!

If you're so good at alien hunting or - whatever - start putting some of that skill to good use!

the tag was worth the wait

[bootyhunter]

[Now, in any other situation, Dandy would be ready to throw hands in a cartoonishly aggressive fashion. He's used to animorphic critters getting all up in his overly hair-gelled grill, one feline fuckhead in particular, but at least this one doesn't smell of day-old fish flakes. The yelling is enough to get him to lean back and massage the space between his brows with an index finger, as yet again he is experiencing an ache of sorts. Not a headache, or a stomachache, or even the ache of a broken heart. Something less tangible, metaphysical even, that sits not within a singular part of him, but resonates throughout his entire body and beyond.

A string connecting to other strings- Of time itself.]

You've got about five seconds to back the hell out of my face, Birdbrain.
Or I'll tear that off that beak of yours and shove it right up those dinky tailfeathers. Then you'll definitely have somethin' to lay! Y'know, that isn't an egg, or... A lady.

[Despite his brash words, there's something about the alien hunter's expression that changes drastically. Dandy goes with the flow in most situations, but something about this particular cosmic tide strikes him as bizarre.]

Dead doesn't mean gone.

[He gets the funny feeling that he's had a similar experience before, although he can't quite remember the specifics of it. That very sensation, the notion that he's gone not to hell and back but someplace else where the living reside no longer... It's like deja vu.

But when did it happen? Where?]

Also? I'm an alien hunter, which means I wrangle weirdoes for a living. In space! I'm no murderer! What the hell am I supposed to do? You're the professional lifesaver, aren'tcha? How many of those lives did you manage to save, hah?