thatguyinthestore
Off to a Better Place
Ed, Edd, and Eddy - Neon Haven - Temperate Strip
The Eds would all three watch as the white-haired man suddenly approached, interest piqued on their faces while they did so. Well, namely Eddy's. Ed still didn't seem to pay much mind at all, and Double D seemed to be plagued with complete and utter worry. Eddy showed no such hesitance, as evidenced by him quickly hopping out of the jeep and joining the suspicious individual without even a fraction of a second thought.
"Eddy, what on earth are you doing!?" Double D cried.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Sock-Head? I'm joining the winning team!" Eddy retorted, before looking up at the mysterious individual in question. "So, do ya have jawbreakers back at this joint?!"
"These men were kind enough to take us in and accept us into their culture!" Double D retorted, gesturing to the men in question as he spoke. "Are you seriously considering abandoning them!?"
"Uhhh... yeah?" The "lead" Ed replied, as if the answer to Double D's question was obvious (which, to be fair, it totally was). "They have like, actual food there!"
"And you're just going to... to just blindly TRUST this man!?"
"It's better than fightin' for scraps in dirt huts or whatever it is that these guys do!" Eddy shouted, gesturing to them as he spoke. "Besides, this guy has a cool robot voice, AND he didn't point guns and crossbows at us the second he saw us, Double D!"
"Yes, but--"
"But nothin', Sock-Head! These guys clearly have a better idea of what they're doin' than these chumps! I mean, this guy's flying around, while these other guys are still ridin' around in jeeps!"
"Such skills are indeed currently beyond our current grasp of science and the world.... plus, this man did indeed not threaten us with harmful weapons upon meeting us..." Double D muttered under his breath as he chewed his lower lip, starting to actually consider Eddy's words. He nervously glanced back to the Republic, and then to Eddy and the white-haired individual. "Nnngh.... FINE! Only because, statistically speaking, our chances for survival are MUCH higher than they would be if we remained down here!" Double D shouted, unwilling to admit the numerous opportunities that such a city with floating men and robot voices would present. He could even be on the cover of Science Monthly with some of the breakthroughs he could possibly be making up there! "My sincerest apologies for this!" He exclaimed as he shakily turned back to face the Republic, clasping his hands together and bowing, drops of sweat outright visibly flying off his head and onto the dirty ground below. "I do hope that we can one day re-converge in a much more positive light!" And with that, he began walking towards the white-haired man his robed... well, Double D assumed that they were his servants, of course. About halfway, however, Double D would stop dead in his tracks and hold up his hands, flinching back slightly. "Wait just one moment!" He shouted, before he glanced back up, his worried expression soon returning. "What exactly did you mean by 'cut from the right cloth'?"
"Oh, that is an easy one, Double D!" Ed suddenly shouted from the side, this being the first time he'd spoken in quite a bit. By Ed standards, at least. After dropping his friendship cheese onto the ground, Ed dug down into his pocket, shuffling his hand down in it for a moment, before producing a gigantic pair of scissors. Said scissors would move up to his jacket, cutting around it in a circular motion, until the entire jacked had been sliced in half. He then shoved the lower piece into his mouth and got down on all fours, while the other piece was discarded onto the ground. He gnawed on the cloth for a long moment, his drool and spit covering the entire thing up. He eventually glanced up and exclaimed, "I am now a cow, and this is my grass!" He then went back to mindlessly gnawing on his now torn jacket.
Banjo and Kazooie - Neon Haven - Polar Strip
"Well, I think that you'll get nice and rested over in these Hot Sp--" Before Banjo could finish his thought, the temperature dropped down to what it had been back outside in the snow. "Sp-sp-springs..." He muttered, returning to the shivering mess that he had been before. It was only moments later that some random citizen in the room declared that the air conditioning was malfunctioning, which proceeded to send everyone into a state of mass panic. Kazooie resurfaced from his backpack as the chaos ensued, once more donning her light blue scarf and ear muffs.
"J-j-just our luck, r-r-right, Banjo?" Kazooie asked as she rubbed her wings together to keep warm, though just like with Banjo, it wasn't really helping much in the way of actually warming herself up. Amidst the chaotic environment, Banjo and Kazooie would attempt to find Hazor. Assuming that they were able to do so, they would quickly approach him, still shaking and shivering throughout.
"I-I-Is there anything we c-can d-do to help?" Banjo asked as best he could, despite the rapidly declining temperatures.
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