Denzel Quincy 'Crackpot' Crocker (
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Who: Denzel Crocker, Little Washu
Where: Spero's Hospital
When: During the memory outbreak
Rating: PG? PG - 13?
Summary: When a not!scientist and scientist get together to try to build something... or kill each other in the process.
The Log:
Denzel couldn't believe he was doing this or rather that this was even happening, one of them wanted to help build an anti mind reading helmet that Crocker had designed ages ago back home. She did apologize and wouldn't laugh at him, right? Right? That he was still rather unsure of.
As he the not!scientist continues writing his insanity on the wall of anit mind reading device. Granted, the blueprints where back home but they where still in his head. As he did his best with his pen, marking on his bedroom wall the documenting of the design. Wishing he had blueprint paper. Pausing to look at a fairy stick figure near his calculations. Crocker's mind keep thinking about Timmy Turner the whole time as he was writing that and how he thought the kid had magically attained ESP and that's why oringally Crocker came up with this in the first place and all the mind torment Crocker had inflicted on Timmy to have the child admit he had fairies. Every stroke of the pen. Every line on the equations.
Timmy: "Franklin Pierce, 14th president. Your mother called you flippy. See ya."
Crocker: "There's only one way a child could be so totally prehaped for my pop quizzes and know that my mother called me flippy. He was given mind reading powers by - FAIRY GODPARENTS!"
Crocker: "Now, everyone pretend I'm giving a lecture and let your minds wonder freely."
Timmy: "Too much noise." Timmy is on the floor twitching.
Wondering how long Little Washu was going to take. Seconds? Minutes? Maybe he should go check the front door...
Where: Spero's Hospital
When: During the memory outbreak
Rating: PG? PG - 13?
Summary: When a not!scientist and scientist get together to try to build something... or kill each other in the process.
The Log:
Denzel couldn't believe he was doing this or rather that this was even happening, one of them wanted to help build an anti mind reading helmet that Crocker had designed ages ago back home. She did apologize and wouldn't laugh at him, right? Right? That he was still rather unsure of.
As he the not!scientist continues writing his insanity on the wall of anit mind reading device. Granted, the blueprints where back home but they where still in his head. As he did his best with his pen, marking on his bedroom wall the documenting of the design. Wishing he had blueprint paper. Pausing to look at a fairy stick figure near his calculations. Crocker's mind keep thinking about Timmy Turner the whole time as he was writing that and how he thought the kid had magically attained ESP and that's why oringally Crocker came up with this in the first place and all the mind torment Crocker had inflicted on Timmy to have the child admit he had fairies. Every stroke of the pen. Every line on the equations.
Timmy: "Franklin Pierce, 14th president. Your mother called you flippy. See ya."
Crocker: "There's only one way a child could be so totally prehaped for my pop quizzes and know that my mother called me flippy. He was given mind reading powers by - FAIRY GODPARENTS!"
Crocker: "Now, everyone pretend I'm giving a lecture and let your minds wonder freely."
Timmy: "Too much noise." Timmy is on the floor twitching.
Wondering how long Little Washu was going to take. Seconds? Minutes? Maybe he should go check the front door...
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If she was right, this was going to prove to be an interesting experience. One that hopefully she wouldn't regret.
Now~, where was the high strung little human she said she was going to help? Perhaps she should just listen for the ranting...
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Across on the other wall in the room, was an equation trying to figure this place out. Not to mention the Fairies R Real and the doodles of those everywhere.
To be fair he got so involved he sorta forgot he was expecting anyone.
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There was a pause at the door frame as she decided to observe the human for a moment. The equations were interesting and the doodles were amusing, but the way he was obsessing reminded her a little of Clay. Yes, she had her moments, but to be that obsessive constantly wasn't healthy by a long shot.
"Am I interrupting something, or should I let you get back to worshiping the wall?"
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Denzel flips out at the comment, "Oh, it's you. WHAT ARE TRYING TO DO? GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK SNEAKING IN LIKE THAT?!" Eyeing Ryo Ohki, "What the fiddle sticks kind of rabbit... squirrel... Squirrel- rabbit is that?!"
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As for the Prinnies, she was keeping an eye on the explosive creatures more out of habit than anything else. "Besides, if I wanted to give you a heart attack, I would have done something much more worthy of the reaction~."
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Before giving her a spitful face, "Gee, thanks. Speaking of which that was sarcasm."
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Seconds later she was smiling and in her adult form, leaning over him for a bit. "Now play nice with my cutest little girl won't you~?" In other words, don't say anything bad about her pet/daughter unless he wants to find out what a pissed off scientist can do.
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Crocker's shoulder's and head head seem to move like a turtle, pulling his head into it's shell, "Yes, mama."
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Washu relaxed after that and just smiled, reverting back to her child form in seconds before moving past him to take a look at the equations nearest to her. "I see you've gotten a start on the project while you were waiting."
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Scratching the side of his head for a moment, "Oh, yes. I WAS! Why waste time after all?" Denzel waits for her to tell him something is wrong with the equations, in which truth there wasn't since the device had worked efficiently against Turner, "Go ahead say it."
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