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[mal_addict]

Who: Brock and Maladict
What: Utterly failing to find Joshua and being assaulted by fairies.
When: December 5th
Where: Out in the Paradisan wilderness, on the powered side.
Rating: Proobably no more than PG-13.

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[icarustattoo]

Yeah, that's right! Brock is the best not-completely-terrible, less-irritating-comparatively company you could hope for, Maladict. One of his many talents.

Another of these talents, as it so happens, is his ability to dress like a moron despite the obvious signs that winter was coming. Crazy Paradisa Winter, of course, means sudden snow and chill and all those things that squishy, hypothermia-prone humans Do Not Do Well with. And Brock is dressed in a denim jacket? Because he's a moron? A moron whose fashion sense still thinks he's in 1994, that kind of moron. But a moron nonetheless. Let me continue to stress how dumb Brock is.

Regardless of his incredible stupidity, or perhaps because of it, he spends a moment glaring up at the sky too.

"Goddammit. You're probably right," he said, then sighed, shifting the pack that was slung over his shoulder. "Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll freeze to death."

[mal_addict]

...Gods, Brock, that's a whole new level of stupid. How you're not dead a hundred times already she'll never know. She rolled her eyes, taking of the cape around his shoulder and depositing it on his head. There, an extra layer.

"He's probably holed up in a cave or something, so I doubt we'll catch that break, but it's nice to dream," she started back in the general direction of the castle. "Come on, maybe we'll get back before anything weird happens."

[icarustattoo]

He is incredibly durable, that's why! One day he'll tell you how he survived in the vacuum of space, though that might not mean anything to her. Huh.

Brock just snorted and took the cape down to wear it normally, fastening it at his throat. "Maybe he'll get eaten by a bear or something," he replied, turning to follow her. Stay positive, Brock, that's the spirit!

"The leaves are all gone. That's weird thing number one already."

[mal_addict]

He might as well start talking about the cat in the hat, for all the sense vacuums would make to her.

"Do we even have bears here? I can't remember seeing any," oh how she had clearly missed Molotov's little project.

She chuckled, reaching down to pick up a handful of snow, scrutinising it before dropping it to the ground again.

"Well, you know Paradisa, its seasons change faster than you can blink."