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I doodled this last night for a small blurb I wrote between Jacky and Alf. I’m usually pinging several characters off of each other when I RP. Jacky and Alf were having a rough spell, so I typed up a thing for them to clean up my mess. It’s full of out of context RP references (obviously, Wreck it Ralph does not belong to me, we just use it to spice up our playground). The art is a bit off model? I really think it takes away from Big Alf to make him look too much like his smaller self. I need to add some of the cartoony-ness back to his face.
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It was the same story, different day. Alf had gone looking for Jacky. He fell easily into his old habits, and took care in them, enjoyed them even. He was weak in resisting that kind of thing, but his motives had changed. He had a plan that amounted to more than just a fuzzy excuse to find something to do, and he was driven by it, as well as a belated admittance by one of Whisk’s Crinkles that she had never gotten her truce letter. She didn’t know, and that had to be fixed.
 It took a little over a week to get his first clue. He made short trips to the terminal every afternoon. On the ninth day he found her scent trail at the Hero’s Duty gate and took a hiatus from Jurassic Park to follow it back to the power line. From there it weaved in and out of many places. It took him to a suburban neighborhood down the road from Litwak’s Family Fun Center, to a private desktop housing an installation of Guild Wars 2. The hunt would have become hopeless had she not grown overly fond of a snowy community near the starting area, where everyone was as tall, or taller than he was. He found that especially helpful for hiding, and especially confusing for just the same reason. It was like she wasn’t watching for him at all.
 He spent a full day and a half in local fashion, watching her do busy tasks. Coming and going from market-men to crafts benches, fully immersed in the game’s culture. She passed his table many times. She even tripped on his foot and apologized- and never saw him.
 He didn’t understand.
Alf made his move the same night. He bided his time until her inner craftsman was satisfied for the day, and followed her back to a quieter place. She gave him the ideal opportunity when she mosied into a backshed. Its windows were ice blocks and it had a single door. It was small enough that he could have stretched an arm from the front to back wall, and the door was tall but thin. Just half of his body filled it fully. She jumped when she turned, and he tried not to grin.
 "Gotcha.“
 Jacky’s face paled. She looked from his head, down to his feet, and saw no more room to wriggle through than a gerbil would find in a wire cage. Gotcha, alright. 
 "Alf?” He didn’t like the way she said it. She didn’t sound convinced. She tried to beat him to the breathing spaces between the sloping roof edges and the tops of the walls, but he snatched her down and held her out in a hand.
 "EY-Ey! Ain’t no need for that.“ Alf snapped, as softly as old habits would allow, then pointed an unfiled claw in her direction. "You’re caught. Nothin’ you can do about that. So just be still and listen.” 
 Jacky stilled. There were things she could wriggle out of, but Alf’s hand was not one of them. She looked up quizzically and then sagged. Her body language spoke volumes to him. Issac wasn’t the only person he had a private language with. What, Alf?
 "You shouldn’t have taken my shit.“ Alf started. "You two pissed me off somethin’ awful, and I’m not over it.” Before she could be rattle back at him, his claw advanced toward her, and then descended to lift her arm by the palm, forcing an awkward hand shake. “That said, we’re squared. I’m calling a truce.”
He waited for her to pick her jaw up off the floor, and then gently lowered her to the ground. 
 "You know what truce means?“ 
 "Yeah.” 
 "Then why you still makin’ that face?“
 "I don’t understand.” She gave him a bewildered look, then stepped back when he knelt at the doorway, even squinted a little. He didn’t look like himself. He did, but he didn’t. The scruff was new.
 "I know you didn’t do what they say you did.“ Alf explained, resting an elbow on his knee and resisting the urge to check over his shoulder for onlookers. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she’d be gone like a flash, truce or not, and he needed this done. "We found the real monster. Killed it, too.” He raised a hand when she started to open her mouth. “But you did steal from a bunch of Familiars, and you know what they’re like, so don’t expect they’ll get over it.” Jacky returned with a knowing shrug. Que Sera, Sera.
 "Does Beel know?“ She ventured.
 "No. You’ll tell him.” Alf was happy to leave that to Jacky. She was the priority. Beel seemed impervious to unhappiness and had an ocean of cropmates to get lost in. Jacky was the one that seemed to have gone a thousand miles from home to avoid him, and he took pride in that, he really did, but it was starting to feel like cheap pride. “You better find your dragon bitch friend and send her some reassurance. She was lookin’ for you.”
Alf stood to leave, but stalled before unblocking the doorway. He knelt again, and leaned as if to whisper. It would have been easier had the door been wide enough to fit his snow-dusted shoulders.
 "Hey, when you eat blue bread… how long until you’re hungry again?“ His face read uncertainty.
 "Uh.” Jacky leaned back, but not too far. “A while. I guess? I mea- Oooooh.” Her face got distant. She suddenly knew why he was asking. “I had that thought too.” The dark thought. The one about DYING. The one that had made her wonder if she wasn’t hungry because she had actually kicked the bucket when she crossed between worlds. “I think it’s the bread, cause it took a while for the hunger to go away but after a couple of weeks it… did?”
 Alf breathed a sigh of relief.
 "Okay.“ Another sigh. ”Okay. Good.“ Not dead. He stalled again, then opened his mouth for slightly more important business. "I’m sorry.” He said weakly. It was followed by a long silence. He evened out his voice for the rest. “You deserved some shit for taking my stuff, but you didn’t deserve what you got over something you didn’t do.” He frowned, and flexed his claws in front of him. Apologies were a strange concept. He decidedly quickly that he didn’t like them, but a few words had been repeating back to him.
 Caught and dragged.
 He didn’t want to be that person.

 Jacky resisted the urge to slap her own face, surely she was dreaming, such sensibility would never come out of Alf’s bear trap. She raised a hand and when everything else failed her, she plopped it on his head and scritched. That was revenge enough. This was a side of Alf that needed to be re-enforced. The appalled look on his face made it perfect.
 "Good boy.“

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Jajna's avatar
oh dang this was wonderful to read! lD
questioned the picture first greatly!