Are you on the square? Are you on the level?

[theweakhavepurpose]

Who: Deputy Pratt & You
What: A reckoning is upon you (He's storming the halls looking for Sharky)
Where: Everywhere!
When: Mid-October
Warnings: Violence. Cult stuff. Cannibalism. Skinning. Gore. The standard Pratt warning buffet.
Notes: Bracket or prose, live your truth.



1. The World Is Weak - Laundry Room
It's already been well established that the best place to have a breakdown on the ship is in the Laundry Room, so that's where Pratt is. Though he's not crying, he's not yelling or throwing things or freaking out over a jacket like last time. No, he's pacing. Back and forth and back and forth, again and again while staring at the ground. He has his arms folded, clutching across his chest, which is an awkward position while walking but he doesn't move them.

He doesn't know what to do. Well, he knows what he wants to do, but he also knows that he is the master of terrible decisions so maybe he should think about it?

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Enjoying yourself?

"Shut the fuck up."

2. Eviction Notice - Decks

When Deputy Pratt leaves his room in the morning, he's wearing his full uniform, his belt jangling with every step, along with the dog tags around his neck. Idly he trails his fingers along the wall as he goes, dragging through some of those bloody notes left on doors without even seeming to react to it.

"Sharky! Shaaaaarkkkkyyyy..."

For all that people have seen him sobbing into mashed potatoes, enjoying himself in the arcade, or just generally being a morose but kind of endearing dork, there's another side to him that even Clarke hasn't seen. The last time he was walking like this he was losing himself to the conditioning and barely knew what he was doing. This is different. Pratt is in absolute control of himself and that is so much worse.

"It's been a day and we had a deal. A pact even." Pratt normally sounds like a raven with laryngitis, but right now his voice is so low and controlled when he talks that it could probably be used to grind glass. If it's not obvious Pratt is pissed. He's fucking furious. And that cold fury is being bottled up, saving it for later, for when he needs to act.

"It's okay, you can come out. We just need to talk. We're going to have a little chat. That's all."

He gets to the end of the hall of cabins, blood trailing from his fingers across all the doors from the loving notes left to Ebalon. He reaches up to his forehead, using the blood to draw a cross down his nose and across his forehead.

"Did you think you were finally free?"

This is probably fine.

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

"He's got magic right? He probably just put his hand against his head and sssshlllrrp." He makes a slurping sound which is what he assumes it sounds like when your skull is reformed after getting a lobster cracker to the cranium.

"Which makes me wonder why he looks the way he does. Just some dude. He could be like.. a dragon. If I was made of magic and was gonna keep people hostage I think I'd look like Bowser. And also breathe fireballs."

[busball]

That's both a weird sound and an accurate sound to Klaus' brain. "Probably just like that, yeah."

Klaus laughs at that. "I mean...that's fair. I don't know what I'd look like. But not like just...some dude." They frown. "Maybe Princess Peach. Or like...if Toad and Princess Peach were together because imagine being a cute mushroom princess. But still like...the vest as the top. Yeah."

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Oh yeah, deff rock the only vest top with the fully exposed cleavage, that's a hell of a look. And then the stylish mushroom cap that bobbles when you walk around. I can see it." He squints at Klaus trying to imagine him as a mushroom princess. He can almost do it too now that he's pretty fucking distracted from his 'must kill Sharky' plan.

[busball]

"Ha. Yeah. Like who has time to be mad at you like that?" No one. Not even Klaus could be mad. "See? I'm so glad I understood what you were saying, but lots of people like Mario." And that makes it easier, really. "Also I'm figuring the skirt is like...mushroom themed, too. Cause what's the point of a mushroom princess if you have a boring fluffy skirt, to be honest?"

[theweakhavepurpose]

"Oh definitely with the like... you know the underside of mushrooms have all those gills? It'd look like that." He nods as if they're dictating mushroom law here. Mushroom Princess edicts.

"Alright. Okay. This is kinda awesome to think about instead of like.. everything else. Thanks man."

[busball]

Klaus pauses, considering this before nodding. "Yes. I accept your suggestion." It's absolutely mushroom law. No one can argue with them. Now he kinda hopes he gets this outfit. Even if like...he doesn't have the cleavage aspect of it.

They give him a small smile. "Happy to help distract you, buddy. Didn't actually ever think about this kinda stuff before? Not that we played much video games back home, but...you know." They gesture vaguely. "Maybe we can start doing a 'what random character would you be from this game' thing occasionally. Mix and match is clearly allowed because I just did it."

[theweakhavepurpose]

Don't worry Klaus, it'll still look hot even without cleavage.

"Too busy time travelling and learning how to use super powers for video games. Sucks man, gotta make up for that time now. Make this weird afterlife worthwhile and fit in all the shit we didn't get to do back home." Like fantasizing about beating up their dads and imagining what outfits they'd wear in video games.

"Also ice cream. We should get ice cream more."

[busball]

"I mean, yeah. Time traveling came later for me. Five did all the early time travelling. But yeah. Superhero shit was like...all the time." There's a shrug. Normal childhood things didn't happen. There was just too much of the other stuff.

"But I'm totally down for this. I want to do more cool things! And also eat more ice cream." He smiles a little. "I'm glad we're best bros."

[theweakhavepurpose]

Pratt manages something like a grin, pretty close anyway. "For sure man. You're awesome. And I'm gonna keep letting you know that til you believe it."

And that's a threat.

"Come on, let's see if Scoops has anything left before I have a total breakdown. Want my last meal to be mint chocolate chip."

[busball]

"Wow. You come into my hou-" Wait. "Uh...nevermind. This is technically my house, but it's like we're in a ship apartment building. So..." Yeah. That joke doesn't quite work here.

Klaus lets himself get distracted by the thought of ice cream, though. "I can't even be mad about that. But I hope it's not your last meal and that you like...don't go too far off the deep end."