Last-Minute Gift Shopping [open, active]

[loz_wolf]

Characters: Loz, OPEN TO ANYBODY AT ALL SERIOUSLY
Content: Loz lost a few days to *cough* unforseen circumstances, and now has to scramble to find the present he decided to go find for Naminé
Location: Looking for a gun shop, probably on the upper east side
Time of day: midday December 23rd
Warnings: Nothing in particular at the moment

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[loz_wolf]

There was a sound that seemed to be approaching from some direction. It took Loz a moment to notice it, and another to figure out where it was coming from, and by that time, there was a strange sound of impact and a lot of crashing. By the time Loz turned around, recognizing the sounds as someone shouting and screaming, the weird projectile was right behind him.

Getting out of the way wasn't something Loz was really given to. He swiftly dropped into a more balanced stance and reached out as the bouncing, screaming thing came at him. Sadly, with the way this world pulled away his abilities, the impact still made him stagger ungracefully, and he didn't deflect the thing quite as well as he'd meant to. He didn't fall, but the bouncing mass of... whatever it was careened into a wall (luckily brick rather than glass, thanks to the deflection) and bounced back again.

This time Loz was ready enough to jump and stomp, bringing the thing to a sudden stop under his foot, though he swayed in trying to keep his balance. It seemed to be a boy wrapped up in rubber tires.

"Uh..." Loz blinked, and remembered recently thinking that there was no reason to be surprised at anything in this city any more, and stood corrected. He scowled and lifted his foot and rolled the boy until he was face-up. "Watch what you're doing."

[loz_wolf]

Now that he got a look at the round-faced kid and his unconventional form of locomotion, Loz decided that he was probably looking at the victim of an experiment gone awry, or possibly some sort of bullying. Who'd be dumb enough to wrap up in tires anyway? Not that that explained quite how he'd gotten so far like that, unless he'd had a Float spell cast on him or something.

Though a Float spell would require Materia. Did somebody around here have Materia after all?

But the boy currently had a very sallow complexion, which was enough to stir Loz's own recent bad memories. "If you're gonna puke, do it that way," he grumbled, turning the tires so that the boy faced away from him.

And then curiosity got the better of him. "What happened to you?"

[loz_wolf]

Some of what the kid said went over his head, but Loz finally nodded. Mistaken identity attack, no Float spells. Right.

He considered his options. He could just put the boy out of his misery right now; anybody that saw his snapped neck would think it had been a result of hitting something while bouncing around. Or he could just leave the kid there and leave, and let the crab-things have an interesting chew-toy. The only problem with that was that if the boy was rescued before he died, he'd probably blab about being abandoned there. And there wasn't much point in killing him when he didn't have a thing that Loz wanted.

"So," he said, turning the tires so that the kid faced him again. "You want outta there or what? Decide quick, I gotta go look for stuff."

[loz_wolf]

Loz's scowl did not lift, but for one raised eyebrow, at the boy's reaction. There was, obviously, the distinct possibility that there had been brain damage, due to one of the kid's multiple impacts. But that wasn't Loz's problem, now, was it.

Especially not with the way he continued. Loz didn't particularly like being told what he could and couldn't do by somebody who wasn't, well, related to him. Especially not when his world was passingly familiar with mecha, even if they were only prototypes for the most part so far.

"Huh. Sure," he mumbled, and grabbed the topmost tire. With barely a heave, he set the boy on his feet.

...Though without his arms free, the boy was just going to be rolling again soon anyway. Loz made no motion to help with that.