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Barrel nodded again and headed out to wait for Agatha. He heard the shop door lock and frowned. He wasn't up to anything!
...At the moment...
...It would be a good opportunity to do some quick snooping or swiping...
...Okay, that was probably fair, especially given their recent mischief.
Barrel perked up and smiled when the shop door opened again. Agatha looked...well, different. He tried to place his finger on it as she descended the steps, though when she misstepped and stumbled forward, he completely forgot that thought as he moved to catch her, only to find she was already fixing her hat.
"So, um. Excited to go, then?"
He let out a nervous laugh.
"Sorry about being late."
Barrel cleared his throat.
"B-but it can only get better!" he said quickly. "...Right?"
Please let it get better. Now he was certain Lock was right about smoothing things over with her, and come to think of it, Lock did say one reason he had to do it because Agatha wouldn't trust Shock, and that it was better if they weren't around. Which meant Shock was probably counting on this too, if she wasn't going to be around to screw it up.
Bones.
Tonight had to go well. His hands already ached from pricks and pinch marks from scorpion care, and he really didn't want to see what else she'd tack onto his punishment out of spite if he messed this up too.
Barrel awkwardly held out his hand for her to take. Best to just get it overwith.
...At the moment...
...It would be a good opportunity to do some quick snooping or swiping...
...Okay, that was probably fair, especially given their recent mischief.
Barrel perked up and smiled when the shop door opened again. Agatha looked...well, different. He tried to place his finger on it as she descended the steps, though when she misstepped and stumbled forward, he completely forgot that thought as he moved to catch her, only to find she was already fixing her hat.
"So, um. Excited to go, then?"
He let out a nervous laugh.
"Sorry about being late."
Barrel cleared his throat.
"B-but it can only get better!" he said quickly. "...Right?"
Please let it get better. Now he was certain Lock was right about smoothing things over with her, and come to think of it, Lock did say one reason he had to do it because Agatha wouldn't trust Shock, and that it was better if they weren't around. Which meant Shock was probably counting on this too, if she wasn't going to be around to screw it up.
Bones.
Tonight had to go well. His hands already ached from pricks and pinch marks from scorpion care, and he really didn't want to see what else she'd tack onto his punishment out of spite if he messed this up too.
Barrel awkwardly held out his hand for her to take. Best to just get it overwith.
A faint gray color appeared in Barrel's cheeks. Well, at least he knew Lock wasn't screwing with him. He quickly nodded and tried to push the flush from his cheeks.
"Y-yes'm," he muttered, then quickly tried to clear his throat. "E-everything's ready to go."
"Y-yes'm," he muttered, then quickly tried to clear his throat. "E-everything's ready to go."
Barrel had been proud of himself for having everything done just before eight, save for dessert, which he'd had prepared, but would need to finish up closer to when they were ready for it. He borrowed the mirror in Oogie's old bedroom to smooth out his clothes and make sure his hair was properly smoothed back and the circles around his eyes properly darkened. Then he went to the main lair and waited.
Eight o'clock passed. He figured Agatha would be on time. After about ten minutes, he started to panic. Was she coming? Surely she'd be here by now? Maybe she forgot? Barrel decided that maybe he should check in. He went back to the kitchen and utilized a tip Sally once gave him: he put the oven on the lowest setting and set everything inside to keep it warm, then headed out of the lair.
As Barrel rushed down the path into town, he had the brief thought that Lock might have set up this whole thing as a trick. But why? He was right; they should get on Agatha's good side. Was Shock in on it too? Would she be mad if he failed?
That thought pushed his brisk walk into a run.
Best to just go to the shop, he decided. If it wasn't a trick, then he could at least get Agatha, and if it was, well...he had a great meal at home to look forward to.
Unless that was the trick: get him to make something great while his siblings swooped in while he was gone. Barrel scowled at the thought and shook his head. No, that didn't make sense. If they wanted something specific, they'd just demand it. By the time he reached the shop, Barrel had settled on his original thoughts of determining if this was a trick or not, and had already come up with an excuse to explain his lateness. He also didn't run into Agatha on the way, so if she forgot, he might have been right to come get her.
Barrel gave himself a moment to compose and catch his breath before going in. The little bell jingled. He saw Aggie at the counter, and gave her his prepared excuse.
"Hey, is Agatha in?" he asked, with some legitimate nervousness. "Lock didn't tell me if I was supposed to pick her up or not."
If this was a trick, the witches would know who to blame.
Eight o'clock passed. He figured Agatha would be on time. After about ten minutes, he started to panic. Was she coming? Surely she'd be here by now? Maybe she forgot? Barrel decided that maybe he should check in. He went back to the kitchen and utilized a tip Sally once gave him: he put the oven on the lowest setting and set everything inside to keep it warm, then headed out of the lair.
As Barrel rushed down the path into town, he had the brief thought that Lock might have set up this whole thing as a trick. But why? He was right; they should get on Agatha's good side. Was Shock in on it too? Would she be mad if he failed?
That thought pushed his brisk walk into a run.
Best to just go to the shop, he decided. If it wasn't a trick, then he could at least get Agatha, and if it was, well...he had a great meal at home to look forward to.
Unless that was the trick: get him to make something great while his siblings swooped in while he was gone. Barrel scowled at the thought and shook his head. No, that didn't make sense. If they wanted something specific, they'd just demand it. By the time he reached the shop, Barrel had settled on his original thoughts of determining if this was a trick or not, and had already come up with an excuse to explain his lateness. He also didn't run into Agatha on the way, so if she forgot, he might have been right to come get her.
Barrel gave himself a moment to compose and catch his breath before going in. The little bell jingled. He saw Aggie at the counter, and gave her his prepared excuse.
"Hey, is Agatha in?" he asked, with some legitimate nervousness. "Lock didn't tell me if I was supposed to pick her up or not."
If this was a trick, the witches would know who to blame.
There would only be one other time that day a trickster came to the shop. Barrel came by later to top off some grocery shopping, though he didn't do more than exchange the usual pleasantries with Aggie before purchasing and heading back out again.
Lock offered to give Barrel's clothes a quick clean while he took a bath. He insisted effort in his little brother's appearance would help seal the apology to Agatha. The next day, Lock waited for Shock and Carver to head to the sewers. Fortunately, Medusa was a more nocturnal creature, and he knew the girls would be occupied for at least a few hours. Then he checked in on Barrel, who was hard at work preparing dinner. The youngest trickster simply wore his pants and a clean shirt under his apron to keep his hoodie clean. Lock sidled in and stole a spider to crunch on while Barrel finished up the stuffed toadstools.
"I hope this works," Barrel said, as he moved the toadstools from the sheet to a plate.
Lock glanced around the kitchen, and was admittedly a bit jealous that he wouldn't be around for dinner tonight. Stuffed toadstools, scorpion scampi, and rotten apple dumplings for dessert. Still, he came up to his brother to be supportive, and to secure the "date".
"You've got this," Lock said as he finished chewing on the spider. "Do you remember what to say, or do I need to make flashcards?"
Barrel elbowed him hard, but kept working.
"Just tell her sorry for the swamp smoke and the hoodie thing," he said.
Lock reached up to pat his shoulder.
"Good boy," he said.
He dodged Barrel's incoming elbow. Lock laughed, then headed out of the kitchen. He swiped one of the toadstools with his tail while his little brother was still focused on pushing him aside.
"Have fun!" Lock said.
Barrel turned around, and noticed a toadstool missing.
"Hey!"
But Lock was already gone.
Barrel grumbled under his breath. At least he had the foresight to make some extra in case Agatha wanted more. Barrel glanced up at the kitchen clock. He had just enough time to let things cool a bit while he recovered his hoodie, did a once-over on his appearance, and set the table.
Then all he had to do was wait for her to arrive.
Lock offered to give Barrel's clothes a quick clean while he took a bath. He insisted effort in his little brother's appearance would help seal the apology to Agatha. The next day, Lock waited for Shock and Carver to head to the sewers. Fortunately, Medusa was a more nocturnal creature, and he knew the girls would be occupied for at least a few hours. Then he checked in on Barrel, who was hard at work preparing dinner. The youngest trickster simply wore his pants and a clean shirt under his apron to keep his hoodie clean. Lock sidled in and stole a spider to crunch on while Barrel finished up the stuffed toadstools.
"I hope this works," Barrel said, as he moved the toadstools from the sheet to a plate.
Lock glanced around the kitchen, and was admittedly a bit jealous that he wouldn't be around for dinner tonight. Stuffed toadstools, scorpion scampi, and rotten apple dumplings for dessert. Still, he came up to his brother to be supportive, and to secure the "date".
"You've got this," Lock said as he finished chewing on the spider. "Do you remember what to say, or do I need to make flashcards?"
Barrel elbowed him hard, but kept working.
"Just tell her sorry for the swamp smoke and the hoodie thing," he said.
Lock reached up to pat his shoulder.
"Good boy," he said.
He dodged Barrel's incoming elbow. Lock laughed, then headed out of the kitchen. He swiped one of the toadstools with his tail while his little brother was still focused on pushing him aside.
"Have fun!" Lock said.
Barrel turned around, and noticed a toadstool missing.
"Hey!"
But Lock was already gone.
Barrel grumbled under his breath. At least he had the foresight to make some extra in case Agatha wanted more. Barrel glanced up at the kitchen clock. He had just enough time to let things cool a bit while he recovered his hoodie, did a once-over on his appearance, and set the table.
Then all he had to do was wait for her to arrive.
"Because this isn't a trick," Lock specified, "it's a favor, and if I need another one in the future, it's in my best interest to follow through."
He flicked his tail.
"Eight o'clock. I dug the grave. It's up to you to bury the body."
Lock pushed himself from the counter. He gave Agatha a lazy wave as he headed to leave.
"Later."
He flicked his tail.
"Eight o'clock. I dug the grave. It's up to you to bury the body."
Lock pushed himself from the counter. He gave Agatha a lazy wave as he headed to leave.
"Later."
Lock casually leaned back against the counter as he waited. He smirked when he heard the distinct woosh of a broomstick, and cupped a hand over his mouth to diminish his laughter as the youngest witch shot over the counter, across the shop, and nearly out the front door. By the time Agatha dismounted her broom and fixed her dress, Lock had regained his own decorum. His tail calmly flicked as though in idle boredom.
"Don't get too excited," he said. "You'll need some of that energy for tomorrow night. It's a long way to the lair."
He smirked as he waited for it to sink in. Lock didn't care that Aggie was there and listening. No doubt Agatha was going to tell her aunts regardless, both out of excitement, and since she'd need time out of the shop to get ready and be there on time.
"At say...around eight?"
Lock flicked his tail again.
"Dinner. Just the two of you, uninterrupted."
He watched Agatha carefully, and gradually turned on the charm to ensure he had her hooked.
"That was actually the hardest part to arrange: making sure Shock's otherwise occupied and can't screw anything up. But between you and me, it was actually more Barrel's idea than mine. He wanted to make it up to you for last week."
Lock kept his hands right where Agatha could see them as he spoke. He also knew it wouldn't hurt to throw his sister under the hearse to ensure he sealed his end of their bargain, given that she tried to use Barrel to switch the brooms. From what few details he got from Shock, it sounded like the teen witch actually believed Barrel's innocence. Lock gave Agatha a small wink.
"I just nudged him in the right direction."
"Don't get too excited," he said. "You'll need some of that energy for tomorrow night. It's a long way to the lair."
He smirked as he waited for it to sink in. Lock didn't care that Aggie was there and listening. No doubt Agatha was going to tell her aunts regardless, both out of excitement, and since she'd need time out of the shop to get ready and be there on time.
"At say...around eight?"
Lock flicked his tail again.
"Dinner. Just the two of you, uninterrupted."
He watched Agatha carefully, and gradually turned on the charm to ensure he had her hooked.
"That was actually the hardest part to arrange: making sure Shock's otherwise occupied and can't screw anything up. But between you and me, it was actually more Barrel's idea than mine. He wanted to make it up to you for last week."
Lock kept his hands right where Agatha could see them as he spoke. He also knew it wouldn't hurt to throw his sister under the hearse to ensure he sealed his end of their bargain, given that she tried to use Barrel to switch the brooms. From what few details he got from Shock, it sounded like the teen witch actually believed Barrel's innocence. Lock gave Agatha a small wink.
"I just nudged him in the right direction."
Lock rolled his eyes.
"I owed her a favor," he said, with a casual flick of his tail. "Just thought she might want to cash in."
He calmly held up his hands.
"No tricks this time."
"I owed her a favor," he said, with a casual flick of his tail. "Just thought she might want to cash in."
He calmly held up his hands.
"No tricks this time."
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6 yrs ago
Forum: Roleplaying Discussion
I used to play the Riddler a lot, so I'd have a bunch of Google and Wiki tabs open to look up obscure shit to use to make up riddles, references and double speak, often on the fly in instant messengers. I will say it's done wonders for my vocabulary and knowledge of misc. shit I wouldn't know otherwise.
In the days left until Halloween, Lock, Shock, Barrel, and Carver stayed busy, though as the holiday approached, Halloween Town found less and less for them to do. Jack even let them stop early the day before Halloween to give them extra time to finish their own preparations.
As promised, Shock brought Aggie the scorpion tails, though she hid them nearby for the witch to find at her earliest convenience so the other two witches didn't catch onto the bribe. Lock had since given up on trying to get Lillith to speak with him, while Barrel filled himself on enough pumpkin scraps between jobs that he was tired of snacking on them. None of them really had the energy to fight or bicker with each other. Shock reserved her last bits of energy to tend to her scorpions and quietly plot trouble. Her brothers simply lounged around the lair.
Halloween went as well as it always did, with the trio's moods lifting as they pulled out all of the stops for trouble. This year, they found more than a few worthy victims of their mischief, from troublesome teens to a few rowdy adults who needed to be put in their place. They especially enjoyed the esteemed gentleman they caught stalking a young group of trick-or-treaters. He found himself precariously dangling from a tree with the band of his underpants tactfully caught in a branch so they'd tighten if he struggled too much. Barrel was the most proud, having actually thought up the cherry on top, much to the pride and amusement of his older siblings.
By the night's end, all of them were in better moods. Now that their punishment was over and Halloween concluded, there were other things to focus on. Like Lock keeping his end of the bargain he made with Agatha. Deals with any of the three were always made with caution, but Lock knew it was always beneficial to be on the witches' good side.
While there were key items they were all banned from buying, and while there was no guarantee literally anything else they were allowed to purchase wouldn't be used for trouble, the Witches' Shop was convenient and as advertised, the best bargain in town. There was also a mutual understanding between them that anything the tricksters misused was solely on them, and that it was better for the witches to let the trio restock while making a profit off of them than for the sinister siblings to go elsewhere, possibly get an inferior product (and possibly through unsavory means), and make any trouble they caused with it worse than it might have been otherwise.
That had been a hard-learned lesson for all of them. Nevertheless, as a werewolf turned on a full moon and a vampire needed blood, it was known the trio had an innate need to cause mischief. Better to let them get their fill while having some control over potential outcomes than to leave them entirely to their own devices.
Thus, Lock, to give his mind something to do while serving his punishment, thought of a way to arrange Agatha a date with Barrel. The moment he got his little brother alone, he carefully brought it up.
"She's still upset about the swamp smoke," he said, as he and Barrel worked on fixing one of Oogie's old traps. "I mean. We did kind of use her."
"She seemed pretty okay when she offered to clean my hoodie," Barrel replied.
Lock flicked his tail.
"That was so she didn't have to sell us anything," he reminded his little brother. "She's still mad, or she would have let Carver buy it with some haggling first."
Barrel frowned.
"Why do I have to do it?" he asked.
"Because I'm still working off something I owe her for, and she damn well won't trust Shock," Lock replied, irritably.
"What do you--?"
"None of your business," Lock said.
He used his tail to hold a piece in place for Barrel as he oiled down another part.
"...How do I make it up to her?" Barrel asked as he tightened a bolt.
Good, Lock thought. He took the bait.
'Well, what makes you feel better?" Lock asked.
"A good meal," Barrel said, "but I don't see--"
"Rule one with girls," Lock said. "They like sincere gestures. Agatha knows you like to cook, and that you're good at it. It's your passion. So sharing it with her as an apology lets her know you really are sorry and trying to make her feel better, because it makes you feel better."
"I guess that makes sense," Barrel said, "but what do I make?"
"You could make a few things," Lock suggested. "Like a three-course meal. She'll definitely think you're sorry, and if she doesn't like something, you have options."
The wrench stopped.
"That's a good idea," Barrel said, "but I've never done that before..."
"All the better," Lock replied. He picked up a rag to wipe his hands. "More effort, more sincerity. She'll love it."
Barrel thought it over. He did have some of the spices back, and he could make a few good dishes with them...
"...Okay," he said. "That's a lot of food, though."
"Just make enough for you and her," Lock said. "It's probably better if Shock and I aren't around. She might think something's up."
"Right," Barrel agreed. "But when--?"
"Tomorrow night," Lock said. "Shock and Carver were going to see Medusa, and I can just find something else to do. You'll have the whole place to yourself."
Barrel nodded in agreement.
"Okay," he said.
Lock helped him finish up.
"You should probably go invite her over," he suggested, "or I can. I was going to try to talk to Lillith again anyway."
"Could you?" Barrel asked. "I've got to think about what to make and see what we have."
Lock smirked.
"Sure, bro," he said as he gave Barrel a quick pat on the arm. "I'll let her know."
~~~
The bell over the shop jingled. Lock strolled in, hoping to see Agatha at the counter, only to find Aggie running it. He frowned, but it didn't deter him. Merely an inconvenience, was all.
"Is Agatha in?" he asked.
As promised, Shock brought Aggie the scorpion tails, though she hid them nearby for the witch to find at her earliest convenience so the other two witches didn't catch onto the bribe. Lock had since given up on trying to get Lillith to speak with him, while Barrel filled himself on enough pumpkin scraps between jobs that he was tired of snacking on them. None of them really had the energy to fight or bicker with each other. Shock reserved her last bits of energy to tend to her scorpions and quietly plot trouble. Her brothers simply lounged around the lair.
Halloween went as well as it always did, with the trio's moods lifting as they pulled out all of the stops for trouble. This year, they found more than a few worthy victims of their mischief, from troublesome teens to a few rowdy adults who needed to be put in their place. They especially enjoyed the esteemed gentleman they caught stalking a young group of trick-or-treaters. He found himself precariously dangling from a tree with the band of his underpants tactfully caught in a branch so they'd tighten if he struggled too much. Barrel was the most proud, having actually thought up the cherry on top, much to the pride and amusement of his older siblings.
By the night's end, all of them were in better moods. Now that their punishment was over and Halloween concluded, there were other things to focus on. Like Lock keeping his end of the bargain he made with Agatha. Deals with any of the three were always made with caution, but Lock knew it was always beneficial to be on the witches' good side.
While there were key items they were all banned from buying, and while there was no guarantee literally anything else they were allowed to purchase wouldn't be used for trouble, the Witches' Shop was convenient and as advertised, the best bargain in town. There was also a mutual understanding between them that anything the tricksters misused was solely on them, and that it was better for the witches to let the trio restock while making a profit off of them than for the sinister siblings to go elsewhere, possibly get an inferior product (and possibly through unsavory means), and make any trouble they caused with it worse than it might have been otherwise.
That had been a hard-learned lesson for all of them. Nevertheless, as a werewolf turned on a full moon and a vampire needed blood, it was known the trio had an innate need to cause mischief. Better to let them get their fill while having some control over potential outcomes than to leave them entirely to their own devices.
Thus, Lock, to give his mind something to do while serving his punishment, thought of a way to arrange Agatha a date with Barrel. The moment he got his little brother alone, he carefully brought it up.
"She's still upset about the swamp smoke," he said, as he and Barrel worked on fixing one of Oogie's old traps. "I mean. We did kind of use her."
"She seemed pretty okay when she offered to clean my hoodie," Barrel replied.
Lock flicked his tail.
"That was so she didn't have to sell us anything," he reminded his little brother. "She's still mad, or she would have let Carver buy it with some haggling first."
Barrel frowned.
"Why do I have to do it?" he asked.
"Because I'm still working off something I owe her for, and she damn well won't trust Shock," Lock replied, irritably.
"What do you--?"
"None of your business," Lock said.
He used his tail to hold a piece in place for Barrel as he oiled down another part.
"...How do I make it up to her?" Barrel asked as he tightened a bolt.
Good, Lock thought. He took the bait.
'Well, what makes you feel better?" Lock asked.
"A good meal," Barrel said, "but I don't see--"
"Rule one with girls," Lock said. "They like sincere gestures. Agatha knows you like to cook, and that you're good at it. It's your passion. So sharing it with her as an apology lets her know you really are sorry and trying to make her feel better, because it makes you feel better."
"I guess that makes sense," Barrel said, "but what do I make?"
"You could make a few things," Lock suggested. "Like a three-course meal. She'll definitely think you're sorry, and if she doesn't like something, you have options."
The wrench stopped.
"That's a good idea," Barrel said, "but I've never done that before..."
"All the better," Lock replied. He picked up a rag to wipe his hands. "More effort, more sincerity. She'll love it."
Barrel thought it over. He did have some of the spices back, and he could make a few good dishes with them...
"...Okay," he said. "That's a lot of food, though."
"Just make enough for you and her," Lock said. "It's probably better if Shock and I aren't around. She might think something's up."
"Right," Barrel agreed. "But when--?"
"Tomorrow night," Lock said. "Shock and Carver were going to see Medusa, and I can just find something else to do. You'll have the whole place to yourself."
Barrel nodded in agreement.
"Okay," he said.
Lock helped him finish up.
"You should probably go invite her over," he suggested, "or I can. I was going to try to talk to Lillith again anyway."
"Could you?" Barrel asked. "I've got to think about what to make and see what we have."
Lock smirked.
"Sure, bro," he said as he gave Barrel a quick pat on the arm. "I'll let her know."
~~~
The bell over the shop jingled. Lock strolled in, hoping to see Agatha at the counter, only to find Aggie running it. He frowned, but it didn't deter him. Merely an inconvenience, was all.
"Is Agatha in?" he asked.
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