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...no kiss will ever turn this frog into a prince
[temp] BROODING FROG
retraced wrote in pandoraheartsdr
Mansion.

You might have noticed that for the last few days, you've been missing one(1) brooding Gilbert from your halls. He's been brooding in secret, until early this morning. Your morning routine might have been interrupted by screaming and glass breaking, a one sided airing of grievances by a very frustrated and pissed off Gilbert towards the one known as the Will of the Mansion.

But the yelling is cut off as suddenly as it started, and the voice disappears. Where did it go, you ask? It's a mystery! A complete mystery!

...By the way, there's a brooding frog sitting up on the windowsill of one of the broken windows. Clearly one thing has nothing to do with the other, right?



Welp.


[ooc - The Will has turned Gilbert into a frog for a few days for breaking her stuff and just overall being a loudmouth pain in the butt. He'll be able to...well. Sort of speak. Do what you will.]

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[Liam heard the yelling and breaking glass and set to hiding since it was close. Once it's been quiet for a while, he goes to see if anyone was hurt.

Quietly, in case they're bad.

When he sees the frog on the windowsill he quickly goes to it, careful of the broken glass, and scoops it up.]


Careful, Mister Frog. You'll get cut.

[Sadly, Gilbert's head is still spinning as Liam picks him up, and he barely has enough sense of mind to even understand what the boy is saying. His little froggy head turns around, trying to see what Liam is talking about. Because...frog? What? There's no way that he's...

Wait.

He's being picked up.

BY A GIANT LIAM.

OKAY, TIME TO PANIC. Froggy is wiggling and squirming out of your hands now, Liam. And he's slimy.]

[Well, Liam knows he'll drop on glass if he drops him, so he gets out a handkerchief carefully and wraps Gil-frog in it so his hands won't get too slimy to hold him.]

Careful, Mister Frog. You'll get hurt.

[Then he'll be carrying him to safety.]

[And if Liam listens carefully to the frog, he might hear somewhere in the middle of all of the croaks:]

Liam!

[...Or it could just be his imagination.]

[Liam does, indeed, think that he hears his name. But although he's a child he's had all things magic drilled out of him. So he chalks it up to a figment of his imagination.]

I wonder how you got inside, Mister Frog.

[He thinks about that for a moment.]

I'd keep you as a pet, but Master Rufus wouldn't like it. Maybe if I didn't tell him...?

[...Oh hell no, he's NOT ENDING UP AS SOMEONE'S PET. The croaking gets louder, as does the flailing. FLAILING WITH ALL HIS MIGHT.]

Careful or I'll drop you, Mister Frog! I'm small, but it'd still hurt to fall.

[Liam knows if he holds too hard it'll crush the frog, so he carefully makes his handkerchief into a pouch. Trapped, froggy-Gil.

He sighs.]


Master Rufus would find out anyway...

[......

Sad frog!gil in pouch. >:

Wow today sucks.

Also, froggy is now crying from within his confines. Well, frog!crying. Which is probably just soft croaking.]

You'd probably be lonesome if I kept you, anyway. You belong outside in that nice big pond with all the other frogs.

[Disappointed Liam is disappointed. Frogs are neat.]

[But outside is cold...and wet...

AND THE OTHER FROGS WILL KNOW HE'S NOT ONE OF THEM AND KICK HIS ASS. HE'S SURE OF IT.

So, he tries again:]


Liam!

[He thinks he hears it again.]

Master Rufus said this was a magic place. Maybe frogs can talk here?

[This is said pensively, then rejected as silly again.]

Master did say he wanted me to be his ward. Maybe that means I can have a pet?

Oh, oh, and maybe Mister Break will make you a place to live. He's good at crafts.

Then so you're not lonely we can get a Mrs. Frog for you. I wonder how you can tell boys from girls in frogs...?

[What he means to say is:

NO, LIAM, DON'T. STOP. STOP RIGHT THIS MINUTE AND LISTEN TO ME. I'M NOT REALLY A FROG, THIS IS ALL A HORRIBLE PRANK TO MAKE ME MISERABLE AND I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST YOU BUT IF YOU PUT ME IN A TANK WITH A FEMALE FROG I WILL KILL YOU UNTIL YOU ARE DEAD AND THEN KILL YOU AGAIN.

But what eventually gets croaked out is:]


Help! Stop!

[Okay, three times? That's a bit much. He's starting to think that maybe it's not his imagination.

He opens the pouch with two hands, keeping it so that the frog can't jump out, and peers in. Have a bitty!Liam studying you, froggy-Gil.]


Can you really talk?

[This is followed immediately by:]

Are you a magic frog? Would a princess kissing you make you into a human? I don't know any princesses, though...

[HOLY CRAP WHY DOES THIS KEEP GETTING WORSE.

He'll just hop up and down and attempt to grab hold of the top of the pouch and craaaaawl out.]

[Bad move, Gilbert. That just makes Liam close the pouch.]

No, Mister Frog. If you get lost someone could step on you.

[He peers in again cautiously; good luck getting traction on that little opening froggy-Gil.]

Do you have a name, Mister Frog?

[Sad face forever...

But he does manage to croak out (and hopes that Liam understands it properly!):]


Gil.

[Liam smiles at the frog. Unfortunately for you, he's only met bitty!Gilbert and only knows him as Gilbert. So he won't be making the connection.]

Hello, Gil.

If you're in the mansion, I bet you came to stay out of the wet and the cold, right? So I can make sure you have a nice place to stay. And since you're a magic frog, I bet Master Rufus will let me keep you.

[Actually, that's not a bad idea. Barma would know what to do. With all of that useless knowledge in his stupid fat head he had to have an answer to this!

So he nods the best that he can and flicks out his tongue. Then...freezes when he realizes that he's flicked out his tongue. Because seriously. That's really damned creepy.]

[The froggy nod and tongue-flick make him giggle just a bit.]

Okay. I'll take you to Master Rufus.

[He'll be closing the pouch now and going off in search of his master.]

[Barma is reading in the room where he's told Liam he can be found, comfortable and relatively calm.

He doesn't know what's about to hit him.]

[And likewise, Gilbert will just be quiet, but fidgety in his little pouch.

Please don't troll him too hard, Barma.]

[Liam comes in with pouch in hand, looking rather excited.]

Master Rufus? I found a magic talking frog. He says his name is Gil. Can I keep him?

[Insert froggy facepalm within bag.]

[Liam opens the pouch and carefully picks up froggy-Gil.]

He talks! He said my name twice, then "Help! Stop!" And then he said his name was Gil.

Maybe Mister Break can help me build a place for him to live. Please?

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