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*Somewhere in the wild and elusive Middle of Camp, there is a cart. But it's not just any cart! No, this is a dingy old cart pulled by a dingy old donkey, with a dingy old sign with letters carved in at odd angles that spell the word ARMORY if you squint and tilt your head a bit. What is not-so-dingy about this cart is what it's carrying: Piles upon piles of just about any item imaginable have been thrown into the cart (much to the donkey's chagrin). Everything...except anything that looks like a decent weapon. At all. We're talking things from kitchen appliances to toys, here.
Milling around the cart is a little man, digging through the inventory.*
Aaand I think I have everything~! Only natural and all - I mean, of course a Ninja of Justice can manage such a smooth transition! I'd say I deserve a lunch break, even! Now, where did that bag go? U-Uwaah~ I hope it didn't fall out on the way here~~
((OOC: Intro for Ebisumaru! Pester the ninja and all that jazz~ EDIT: Scooting off to bed. Will try to pick up loose threads tomorrow!))
Milling around the cart is a little man, digging through the inventory.*
Aaand I think I have everything~! Only natural and all - I mean, of course a Ninja of Justice can manage such a smooth transition! I'd say I deserve a lunch break, even! Now, where did that bag go? U-Uwaah~ I hope it didn't fall out on the way here~~
((OOC: Intro for Ebisumaru! Pester the ninja and all that jazz~ EDIT: Scooting off to bed. Will try to pick up loose threads tomorrow!))