voice | action for Mahogany | backdated a few days

[show_my_cannons]

Here.

Made it.

[He sounds... groggy almost. Like he's just witnessed something horrible and terrifying and loathsome all rolled into one.]

[There's a pause, before he thinks to mention where it is he's even ended up.]

... Mahogany. Made it to Mahogany.

[Ironhide, you'd better sit down. You don't sound so good.]

Where is the Mason girl.

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[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry just gives him a stinkface.]

[Meanwhile, behind him, it's easy to see that he's standing outside of a little Legendary Dog-themed cafe. A curl of smoke from his lit cigarette wafts in and out of the frame.]</sub>

[ video]

[show_my_cannons]

...

Nice place.

[ video]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry's stinkface intensifies. WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?]}

[ video]

[show_my_cannons]

Think it is... just around the corner.

[ video]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[The photographer's expression flatlines. Oh.]}

[ video]

[show_my_cannons]

You want to rethink that comment about my face?

[ video]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry quickly steels his nerve and sets his jaw.]}

No.

_{[He was destined to take down a god. He could stand up to a buttface robot.]}

[ video]

[show_my_cannons]

As you wish.

[STOMP STOMP...]

[Here he comes.]

[ video]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[AND LO. DAVID STOOD HIS GROUND BEFORE GOLIATH. AND PUFFED HIS KOFFING BRAND CIGARETTE.]

[Bring it, grandpa.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[He's going to march right up to him. And loom. Arms folded.]

[Well.]

[Hello kid.]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry chokes a little on his own smoke but doesn't recoil or step out of Ironhide's shadow. He's been psyching himself up for this very moment for months.]}

Now what?

[show_my_cannons]

[He's going to try and yank Henry up by the collar of his shirt, that's what.]

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry lets out a squawk and starts fighting back, digging his blunt little fingernails and TEETH into the old soldier's arms not unlike a raccoon being lifted out of a trash can.]}

[show_my_cannons]

[Nope.]

[He's going to march you along. Looking for a convenient fountain or something. Bite away, Henry.]

[For every bite, you earn a shake.]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[BITE BITE BITE BITE.]

[Henry likes to think that he has Ironhide rather than Ironhide having him. He's trying his best to break the skin. This raccoon means business.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[ SHAKE. SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE. SHAKE. ]

[And so does the soldier. He's going to take the kid and dunk his head in a lake if it kills him, dammit.]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[During his gnawing and feeble claw-raking, Henry Townshend eventually remembers that he possesses two legs in addition to his two arms, so he starts using them!]

[His first attempt at freeing himself is to aim a sneaker toe into the giant man's gut.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[... this is a good time to decide to sling the kid over his shoulder. To hold onto those kicking feet.]

[There's a fountain over there.]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry lets out a squawk as he's shouldered. He gargles angrily and stretches his noodle arms downwards to the back of the larger man's pants.]

[It's wedgie time.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[NOPE.]

[THERE IS NOT ENOUGH NOPE IN THE WORLD.]

[AS A RESULT... Ironhide reacts poorly to being touched. And punches the kid in the hip.]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Henry lets out another gargle, this time tensing up because being socked in the hip was different than being shaken or picked up.]

[He settles for twisting the fingers of his left hand into the fabric of Ironhide's shirt and continues reaching for his goal with the other.]</sub>

AARAaaaAAAARRRR!

[show_my_cannons]

[DAMMIT HENRY HE IS GOING TO FLING YOU INTO THE FOUNTAIN.]

[LIKE THIS.]

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[YOUR SHIRT IS GOING WITH HIM.]

[Henry positively howls as he's thrown into the water.]</sub>

[show_my_cannons]

[KEEP IT. HE WINS ANYWAY.]

[And stands there, brushing his hands off.]

Class dismissed.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[The swamp monster that was Henry gurgles and splashes in the fountain before righting himself and clambering blindly toward Ironhide because his hair has grown into one of those alpaca-mops that blinds you when your hair is wet.]}

Like hell it is!