Seventh Disaster

[cursed_as_hell]

[Aldrick is standing in the store where everyone is getting their favors back. He is clenching his letter in one hand, and has been staring at the shelf for several minutes, where a longsword lies in it's sheath, waiting. Finally, in disgust, he grabs it off the shelf and stalks out of the store, grumbling things like:...]

I knew you would come

Comments

[immortal_smoke]

You're a swordsman, then?

[cursed_as_hell]

Never had any proper training, but yeah, I've picked up a thing or two about how to wave this thing around over the years.

[immortal_smoke]

Nevertheless, you don't seem terribly happy to see it.

[cursed_as_hell]

Damn thing is cursed, or jinxed, or something. I've never managed to get a straight answer from someone who could tell.

[singmeundead]

[She happens to be leaving the store at around the same time with a fairly beat up guitar. It's slung delicately over her back, Vorpal taking great care with it.]

What. Ya ain't likin' yer weapon?

[cursed_as_hell]

Not especially.

[singmeundead]

...Can Ah have it, then?

1/2

[cursed_as_hell]