09 - Apoca-whatnow?

[doofenstrudel]

[Action A - Remains of 457 Stone Street]

[From the moment that Heinz awoke on his bed of rough rubble, he had been edging closer and closer to full-blown panic. It had just been a little apprehensive shiver, when he first roused himself. It became a faint shaking to his hands as he picked through the ruins, trying to find any familiar objects or

Comments

B

[myblimpisbigger]

[Hey, Doof. Have a shirtless, shoeless Baron Wulfenbach approaching you. Really, being shirtless is part and parcel for him -- it's a family trait, it seems -- but generally the ensemble isn't rounded out with pajama pants and bare feet.

It sucks when the rest of your wardrobe is buried under rubble and you're too freaked out by the charred corpse of your droned ex-girlfriend to stay and bother digging it out.]

Doctor? What are you doing?

[Doof.

Hey, hey Doof.

Dat stitching.]

B

[doofenstrudel]

Eeeh?

[He had hardly noticed Klaus's approach, so absorbed was he in the task of collecting some copper wire. Yes, there were footsteps, but he was busy!

...still, Klaus was good company. And had a good head on his shoulders. And had stitching all over his...

WOAH, WAIT]

Klaus?!

[He leans back, wide-eyed, looking him up and down a few times to assure himself of what he's seeing.]

I... I, uh...

Salvaging! I am salvaging!

[myblimpisbigger]

I see that. I doubt there is much to salvage, unfortunately. All of my weaponry was completely destroyed by whatever leveled the town; your Inators probably didn't fare any better.

[Besides, there's nobody to turn bald in retribution right now, unless Doof wants to zap one of the better-preserved corpses.

Also whyfor are you giving him that look?]

... Ah, right. You haven't yet seen the stitching.

[doofenstrudel]

There may not be much, but I intend to make it mine. Beyond the possibility of tinkering, there is the more pressing need for survival. And food. And shelter. And...

...really, could you have not taken a few moments to go find a shirt?

[He is still giving Klaus a variation on "that look".]

No. No, I have not seen the stitching.

It's old.

That's interesting.

B

[pkeccentric]

[Ray is in quite the strange predicament. he has quite an abundance of scrap metal now, but no tools. funny how just a week ago it had been the opposite. once this was over and the town had its joke (hahaha, look at that loser crawling through the dust, let's point and laugh!), maybe he'd find something to smile about, too. as it stands right now, he'd rather choke than give them something to giggle about.

carrying some canned goods he found in one of the burnt-out husks that were once houses, Ray spots Doof digging. if there's one guy who looks more desperate and upset than himself, it's this one.]

Hey, sir - are you okay? [tentatively, he gives him a tap on the shoulder.]

[doofenstrudel]

[Doofenshmirtz cringes when he's approached, and looks at the man with suspicion and no small amount of hostility.]

I'm fine. Fine! Fine enough for being suddenly blasted into a nuclear apocalypse! Seriously, what kind of a question is that?

[Now he just looks sour. He tosses another salvaged bit of equipment into a pillowcase, gets to his feet, and continues to vent.]

"Are you okay?" Seriously? I am dirty and sifting through the wreckage, and I think that leaves me in a much more OKAY condition than ALL OF THE DEAD PEOPLE.

B

[demonoaths]

...oi. Barton okay?

[He sounds so tired, worried, pissed, all at once. So many things have happened today, and now he just wants nothing more than to wake up in either the Netherworld, or even that stupid idyllic suburban house he's been stuck in for the past few months. Anything to get out from here.]

[doofenstrudel]

Barton is fine. She is a durable young lady. She...

[He stops. He looks up from his salvaging, and at Mao.]

Who the crap are you?

[Doof is worried and pissed, as well. Who the heck is asking after his precious not actually daughter, anyway?]

[demonoaths]

She's my servant.

[Which is kind of his word for "friend", except he will never admit that to anyone ever.]

That, and we met before. The park. Remember?

[doofenstrudel]

Your what?

[Oh dear, this is provoking his overprotective dad tendencies. Doof rises, and straightens himself up to his full six-foot-something height, looking displeased.]

Just what have you been getting up to with her?!

[And this is also where the mun confesses to have totally forgotten the time that these two met, oh dear, let's chalk it up to anger and radioactive dust, shall we?]

A

[solarhussyalert]

[Lym woke up in rubble and her clothes were missing, just these kind of charred rags so she went out looking for people and something a bit more becoming of her stature. Hearing the digging sounds from the house she peered over the rubble, and Doof will see the wide eyes of a slightly shell shocked 12 year old girl]

Um, do you need help mister?

A

[doofenstrudel]

[Doofenshmirtz is tearing aside the rubble of his home with increasing agitation. And exertion. He looks about ready to risk throwing out his back, hefting a beam. Good thing someone was calling out to him.]

Eeeh? What?

[He stops. He looks at her. He stares blankly at the chaos and ruin around them, breathing heavily.]

...do you have a backhoe? That... that might be useful. To... move it aside.

They have to be in here.

Re: A

[solarhussyalert]

I don't know what a backhoe is, but is someone trapped down there?

A

[doofenstrudel]

Possibly! One daughter made her way out. The other, I... I cannot find her.

[He inhales through clenched teeth, passing a hand through his messy, dirty hair.]

This.... I was not prepared for this. I was not ready...

B

[princecreepshow]

[ Bel is used to bloodshed and dead bodies (he did start to kill people from a young age after all), so the corpses and all the blood doesn't make him any uncomfortable. He's not used to all the ruins though. A few destroyed buildings here and there, sometimes caused by Varia themselves, was nothing unusual to him, but not like this.

He's sitting atop a pile of rubble, looking down at Doof.]

Hey, vecchio.

Re: B

[doofenstrudel]

[Doof does not even look up from his salvaging.]

Go away.

[It had been too much to hope, perhaps, that all of the annoying people had gotten blown up, too...]

[princecreepshow]

Not gonna~

[ Bel did a good choice looking for this guy. He's already in a little better mood, even among this destruction not caused by him, without his tiara and his own knives. ]