Characters: Dr. Cid and Ffamran Balthier
Content: All they ever have are random encounters.
Location: A random gun shop that they've been to before :| *forgets where exactly it is... eh, hopefully it was in tact*
Time of day: Late noonish
Warnings: .... Iiii have no idea. :D;;
Times like this made him wish this world had higher tech. They could make their weapons much more sophisticated than they actually did. Yet the things these people distracted themselves with... such a waste of efforts, if anyone were to ask him.
Bullets. He had lasted awhile before he needed to resupply (the bonus of not going out much to have to worry about crabs). He searches through the deserted shop, checking for what he needed while his pair of rooks bob and buzz in the air behind him, keeping guard in case anyone tried to ambush him.
Bullets.
What he wouldn't give for magicite. Not so hard to ask for, was it? The doctor sighs, leaning back and shaking his head. The more people in this city, the harder it would get to find what he needed.