Honey, I Shrunk the Pups Plot

[sticktothemission]

This. This shit right here is why Reaper had hesitated about returning to Milliways when the Door found him again. Costumes he can tolerate. Being only a few inches tall? That's a problem.

He's currently trapped on the seat of the lazyboy by the fireplace. He can't even see over the arms of the fricking chair. He huffs and crosses his arms as a cloud of black smoke puffs off him, then reins in his agitation. Losing his temper won't help anything right now. He probably looks like an action figure when he's this tiny.




[OOC: Open forever.]

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[buh_bye]

Death appears nearby, however he might look the size of a normal man or he might look the same size as Reaper. His form is weird like that.

"Hello," he says looking at the tiny soldier.

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Reaper hasn't been a soldier for a long, long time.

He's also not in the best of moods right now.

"What are you looking at," he growls, thoroughly unimpressed by whatever form the man is taking.

[buh_bye]

Death smiles, "You. What do I call you, Reaper, or Gabriel?"

It doesn't matter if this guy is 6'1" or 2" tall, he can't intimidate Death.

[sticktothemission]

His breath would hitch if he breathed enough for it to do so. He's summoned his shotguns without thinking, though he has the presence of mind not to raise them. Shoulders stiff, he peers more closely at the figure, trying to remember if they met when he was younger.

"I've always been Reaper," he says, warningly. Gabriel died six years ago and that isn't even allegory.

[buh_bye]

Guide laughs quietly, "But you have the same soul?"

Souls are tricky things.

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Reaper dismisses his weapons with a shrug.

"Must've eaten it."

[buh_bye]

Death snorts, "A human without a soul can be a dangerous thing indeed."

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"Now you're getting it."

Being two inches tall isn't helping with his image right now.

[buh_bye]

"They are also very rare," says Death, "How is it that you would have lost yours?"

Honestly, he's not sure if this one has his soul, he'd have to do a not so pleasant invasive procedure to really find out. And he just doesn't care that much.

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Baze, standing at only a few inches tall, comes bolting over to the couches at a dead run. He leans against it, spending a few precious seconds panting and clamping down on his panic.

"Okay, blue light, then tiny person," he mutters to himself.

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Reaper's too high up to hear any of that but at least he has an easy way to get down. With a grumbled sigh he steps off the edge of the cushion, fully wraithing as he hits the ground. A snake-like column of black smoke rolls forward hugging the edge of the lazyboy for cover and reforms into Reaper once he reaches the corner.

...it is ridiculous how big everything is now.

[iprotectyou]

Was that an undignified squawk? Certainly not! No one heard Baze make a noise, surely, because he didn't make one. Nope. Nor did he jump about three inches into the air.

His heart rate doesn't lie, though, but that could be from the run.

"Force preserve us! Warn someone when you're about to do that!"

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Reaper turns to face him, head slanting slightly forward and down. "That would defeat the purpose." It's meant to be a quiet landing!

He hadn't been trying to startle anyone but he can't deny it makes him feel a little better to know he can at this size. Even if Baze is the proper ratio to himself.

[iprotectyou]

Baze certainly isn't rubbing his chest in an effort to get his heart to slow down. Certainly not. He purses his lips at the stranger.

"Do you know what happened? I saw a blue flash of light, and then a shockwave knocked me off my feet, and then... This."

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Reaper shakes his head slowly, once.

"Milliways bullshit," he growls, placing one hand on the corner of the chair as he judges the distance to the bar. That would probably be the best place to wait this out.

[iprotectyou]

"Pretty much," Baze says, sighing.

"What's your name? I'm Baze Malbus."

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"Reaper."

He's tempted to leave and keep going. He might yet. But Baze had a habit of looking out for him once upon a time. He can consider returning that favor now.

Consider, mind. He's not committing to anything, he tells himself.

[messwiththebest]

There is a joyful gasp from above him that turns very quickly into a throaty chuckle.

"Who is the most adorable boss in the world right now? I think it's you!"

Maybe Sombra will sober up in a minute. But . . . probably not.

[sticktothemission]

There's a resigned slant to his shoulders as his head lowers. One hand comes up and makes a circular motion, gesturing for her to continue.

Go ahead, Sombra, get it out of your system.

[messwiththebest]

She actually claps her hands in glee, leaning over to peer at him from a somewhat closer distance.

(But not too close, she is not a fool.)

"Can you still destroy your enemies like this? Oh! Can you fly up their nose and into their brains?"

Please say yes!

[sticktothemission]

He crosses his arms and shadowsteps up to the arm rest.

"...probably," he allows. He has actually been considering it since Cassian brought it up. "Getting that close at this size is a problem, though."

...his voice definitely has a higher pitch than usual.

[messwiththebest]

Sombra beams.

"Not if you have help!"

Who's got two hands, invisibility, and a much greater reach than Reaper can currently manage? This girl!

[sticktothemission]

He is giving her the flattest of flat looks right now. Maybe she can tell from the slant of his shoulders.

"...you're not throwing me at people."

[messwiththebest]

She contrives to look innocent.

"I was going to gently lift you up just under your target's nose! Throwing is for amateurs."

Okay, but it would be hilarious.

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He shakes his head at her, disappointed.

"Flowers, Sombra. You give them flowers."

He should not be encouraging this train of thought. But it would be effective for targeted assassinations.