Well really, what's it to ya? [[ACTIVE//OPEN!]]
Characters: Zelos Wilder, Etna, any passerby!
Content: Zelos looks for a weapon and finds more than he bargained for. ...I mean, crabs.
Location: Sporting goods store near Union Square
Time of Day: Midday
Warnings: Crab-related violence, likely flirtation.
Well, after that hairy run-in with lovely Giselle's hairy husband, Zelos had secluded himself in one of the nicer, upper-level suites in the BPH--it reminded him, however slightly, of home, and had coaxed some lovely girl into teaching him how to use these "computer" things. He still had a ways to go, and he didn't understand many of the basic principles (apparently this isn't magitechnology?), but he was sufficiently proficient.
At times when he was sure no one would see him (disturbingly often, these days) he carefully began studying the wealth of information available to him. First he confirmed what Tatsuki and Giselle had told him--yes, there was a giant monster, yes, he was depowered, and yes, there were many dangerous little ones--before delving in deeper--the disappearances, the strange messages, the lack of a way out...
Either way, it seemed clear that he needed a way to defend himself, and fast. So now he was gingerly picking his way through the rubble, searching for a weapon shop--not finding one, much to his perplexity and annoyance. What self-respecting town didn't have a weapons shop, honestly? He'd gone far and was tired and cranky before coming across a run-down building whose sign proclaimed it to be a "sporting goods" store.
He stopped, stared, shrugged, then went in. Fencing was a sport, right?
Content: Zelos looks for a weapon and finds more than he bargained for. ...I mean, crabs.
Location: Sporting goods store near Union Square
Time of Day: Midday
Warnings: Crab-related violence, likely flirtation.
Well, after that hairy run-in with lovely Giselle's hairy husband, Zelos had secluded himself in one of the nicer, upper-level suites in the BPH--it reminded him, however slightly, of home, and had coaxed some lovely girl into teaching him how to use these "computer" things. He still had a ways to go, and he didn't understand many of the basic principles (apparently this isn't magitechnology?), but he was sufficiently proficient.
At times when he was sure no one would see him (disturbingly often, these days) he carefully began studying the wealth of information available to him. First he confirmed what Tatsuki and Giselle had told him--yes, there was a giant monster, yes, he was depowered, and yes, there were many dangerous little ones--before delving in deeper--the disappearances, the strange messages, the lack of a way out...
Either way, it seemed clear that he needed a way to defend himself, and fast. So now he was gingerly picking his way through the rubble, searching for a weapon shop--not finding one, much to his perplexity and annoyance. What self-respecting town didn't have a weapons shop, honestly? He'd gone far and was tired and cranky before coming across a run-down building whose sign proclaimed it to be a "sporting goods" store.
He stopped, stared, shrugged, then went in. Fencing was a sport, right?