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Who: Roxy Lalonde (

drunkenfist), Bart Allen (

pits)
What: Part of the yam protecting..
When: DAY ONE OF YAM SAVING?? idk they're doing this for like two weeks right
Where: look for Sebastian's yams. there you will find them.
Rating: ...PG probably.

[ He had originally planned to just sit on his assigned crate of yams. That way he wouldn't have to look at them and be tempted to eat them (just because his power is gone doesn't mean his metabolism is letting him off the hook so easily) and he could keep a look out.

But it was only working so well for a short time. The smell, albeit not his favourite (chicken whizees) was too tempting. But he refused to eat them!! This was his job!! And even if he didn't think it was all that big of a deal, he summoned the same determination he usually keeps in check for Blue. ENVISION THE YAMS AS BLUE BEETLE. YOU WOULDN'T EAT JAIME, WOULD YOU!!!

Though, when he spots Roxy (That girl who commented on his outfit from before? Probably) he gladly uses that as a distraction from his stomach. ]

Oh, hey. What you in for?

[ Awe yeah he sounds so crash. ]

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[ she thought this would be easy.

she thought that this would be a do-nothing job. something to gently break her into the idea of missions as per this world's rules and not sburb's.

what she got was total and complete boredom. in fact she's so bored that she's sprawled out over like two crates of yams staring up at the sky and making up little stories in her head to entertain herself because wow look at how bored she is. roxy would kill for some kind of entertainment—and this network thing or whatever it was in her ring? definitely quiet.

for being a place that looked like something out of complacency, it sure was lacking in excitement.

so when she hears bart come up, she immediately sits up and gives him a relieved look, letting out a loud sigh. ]

Ohhh, jay-eff-cee, finally! Some entertainment. [ holding her hands out (still clad in the fingerless gloves of her god tier uniform) ] Thank you based gods.

[ a long pause, and she looks at him without lowering her hands. ]

... What's your name again?

[ HER LINGO WAS THE BEST bart understands the world of lingo so he appreciates it even

if he doesn't know what a based god is. ]

If I told you that, I'd have to kill you. [ aw yeah sounding so crash rn allen. he makes a gun shape with his fingers, then laughs. ] Well no. Maybe just mind-erasing. If someone like that existed here. Who knows? Not me. But you can call me Impulse. The rest of my identity is confidential for some reason.

[ wow death threats aren't crash at all excuse you.

neither is mind erasing.

but at least roxy's got a good sense of humor and simply rolls her eyes at that, leaning back on the crates again. ]

I dunno why, it's not like back home where shit's tryin' to kill you. [ yet ] 'Sides, it's not like I got anyone to tell.

[ secrets are dumb, lying is dumb!! ]

[ yeah okay he's sold. sorry jaime. ]

Bart Allen, now officially at your service. I never really cared for the secret thing anyways. [ THAT AND HE IS JUST REALLY BAD AT IT. ] You totally didn't hear my name from me, though.

[ wow she. didn't actually expect that to work.

well hey, since they're being all kinds of honest—roxy pulls down the hood of her god tier outfit. she hasn't yet changed into anything the guild has offered because a.) she's comfortable wearing this outfit and b.) nothing in the stores are that... cute.

she pockets her small blue mask and rests her hands in her lap. ]

Nice t'meetcha, Bart. I'm Roxy Lalonde. And don't worry, if anyone asks? I know nothing.

[ He's pretty sure he just made a crash new friend. She sounds like it, anyways... ]

So does that mean I can ask you a question now? [ Well too bad because he's ] Are you a masked crime fighter too? Or, uh, unmasked, now. [ going to ask anyways. ]

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[ excuse you bart, she is the crashiest of crash friends, okay? when you've got ro-lal in your pocket, your life is aces. ]

Crime fighter? [ pfft, she waves a hand ] Kinda hard to fight crime when the whole human race is dead.

[ wait, no, she reconsiders: ]

But one of my quests was to like... fight the bastard bro of one of my alien friends. Does that count?

[ He stops - relish the moment, he's actually stopped moving altogether holy shit - and considers that for a moment. ]

Guess that's one way to solve crime forever. [ He makes a disgusted face, though. That'd be lonely. Who'd feed him chicken whizees... ] Totally counts. Evil hermanos are a big deal.