[Hey, Bro's never been the sort to pass up on free stuff, tickets to events he otherwise wouldn't care about included. If they were highly sought after, he could resell them, but... he couldn't really find anything else about these, except from other people who also got them. Weird. Must be too niche, or just starting out and trying to promote a new business? He might as well check it out! As he wandered through the aquarium, He'll smile politely at the attendant (and probably not-so-discreetly ogle her as she walks off), but as soon as she's out of earshot and busy with someone else, he'll snort derisively while reading the rules.]
Tch, tryin' to tell me what to do... sure is easy on the eyes, though.
[He can't even smoke in this place? Why, is he gonna poison the fish through glass? Pathetic.]
Free Willy [except it's poaching, sorry, Bro's a jerk]
[Now, telling him to ignore something just makes him want to check it out even more, you know? He'll definitely ask around (but not too many people—he doesn't want eyes on him, maybe just one or two sources he can wait until they're out of sight), so he has some vague idea of what he mnight find, then investigate himself... but not with any noble goals, no.
He'd just think a stuffed killer whale would make a sick addition to his home!
Is he going to run into anyone else snooping around in there? He could either knock them out or... make him do all the dirty work for him.]
Deep Fear
H-hey... cut the lights!
[Not the usual cool (well, not that cool, he's pretty volatile, but—), calm, and collected Bro at all! Despite the commanding tone he defaults to, his voice is shaking. He's gritting his teeth, gaze darting around, trying to figure out where he is or—]
Oh, what the—why're my...
[He's some kinda fish person now?! They made him into some sideshow freak? These guys are sicker than modern carnies. He knew there was something fishy about this place (besides the obvious).... ugh, could any of this be reversed?!
Doesn't matter, he's gotta get off this operating table—he's not still open or anything, right? Man, he hoped he wasn't spilling guts or anythi—he's good, he's all stitched up, for better or worse. He tried his hardest not to think about missing any internal organs (think they sold them to afford all this stuff?!) and did his best to quietly leave... everything felt so heavy... ugh, did his stupid webbed feet make some duck-like slapping sounds? He cursed under his breath and looked for those shoe covers surgeons have. Maybe he can sneak some on and try to muffle the sound for his escape... stupid feet.]
Eddy's Brother (Bro) | Ed, Edd n Eddy | body horror, poaching, sexism, crimes, and skeeviness | OTA
[Hey, Bro's never been the sort to pass up on free stuff, tickets to events he otherwise wouldn't care about included. If they were highly sought after, he could resell them, but... he couldn't really find anything else about these, except from other people who also got them. Weird. Must be too niche, or just starting out and trying to promote a new business? He might as well check it out! As he wandered through the aquarium, He'll smile politely at the attendant (and probably not-so-discreetly ogle her as she walks off), but as soon as she's out of earshot and busy with someone else, he'll snort derisively while reading the rules.]
Tch, tryin' to tell me what to do... sure is easy on the eyes, though.
[He can't even smoke in this place? Why, is he gonna poison the fish through glass? Pathetic.]
Free Willy [except it's poaching, sorry, Bro's a jerk]
[Now, telling him to ignore something just makes him want to check it out even more, you know? He'll definitely ask around (but not too many people—he doesn't want eyes on him, maybe just one or two sources he can wait until they're out of sight), so he has some vague idea of what he mnight find, then investigate himself... but not with any noble goals, no.
He'd just think a stuffed killer whale would make a sick addition to his home!
Is he going to run into anyone else snooping around in there? He could either knock them out or... make him do all the dirty work for him.]
Deep Fear
H-hey... cut the lights!
[Not the usual cool (well, not that cool, he's pretty volatile, but—), calm, and collected Bro at all! Despite the commanding tone he defaults to, his voice is shaking. He's gritting his teeth, gaze darting around, trying to figure out where he is or—]
Oh, what the—why're my...
[He's some kinda fish person now?! They made him into some sideshow freak? These guys are sicker than modern carnies. He knew there was something fishy about this place (besides the obvious).... ugh, could any of this be reversed?!
Doesn't matter, he's gotta get off this operating table—he's not still open or anything, right? Man, he hoped he wasn't spilling guts or anythi—he's good, he's all stitched up, for better or worse. He tried his hardest not to think about missing any internal organs (think they sold them to afford all this stuff?!) and did his best to quietly leave... everything felt so heavy... ugh, did his stupid webbed feet make some duck-like slapping sounds? He cursed under his breath and looked for those shoe covers surgeons have. Maybe he can sneak some on and try to muffle the sound for his escape... stupid feet.]