Day 56: Bill's Hardware (Late Afternoon)

[razing_phoenix]

The day had gone by surprisingly fast. Guy could hardly believe that it was drawing toward an end, but the fact that he'd run into Natalia against all odds was probably what contributed to that. Still, he'd made one purchase, caught up with her at least somewhat, and had lunch, so Guy was set for the most part. The last thing that he wanted to do

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[razing_phoenix]

"More than just that," Guy was quick to reply. He was realizing how difficult it was to explain the sheer amount of control that the Score had over the people of Auldrant. Even if that would hopefully be changing soon, its effects were still clear. "It ran people's lives. Some people even used it to decide minor things like where to buy their food or things like that."

Still, what mattered was that they could get on without the Score. People in other worlds clearly did, and no one should ever be so tied to that idea of fate. Life wasn't a path that you followed, but one that you made, right? Luke, himself, and the others had proved that.

Then again, Van had also proved it in his own way, hadn't he?

However, it seemed that Rita had moved on, and as Guy studied the quality of the leather in his hands, he glanced over to her. "It won't be easy," he replied with a shake of his head. "The sheath is going to be crude, but if I can find tools to cut this leather and then stitch it together, it would be better than nothing." Guy was good at being innovative when it came to this sort of thing, though he had to admit that he'd never been as short-handed as he would be now. Still, he was willing to use his money on a long shot, since he hadn't discovered any other use for it.

[bodhiandspirit]

Though Rita couldn't relate to that kind of society, she supposed she could imagine it. Mindless devotion - or perhaps obsession would better describe it - towards one thing could cause it to control a person's life in every way. For that to happen on such a large scale...

Well, it still wasn't a technical explanation, so Rita continued to shrug it off, even if she felt vaguely sympathetic for a society that functioned like that.

"I see. Well, good luck with that," she offered. It looked like Guy really did plan to improvise, but so long as the result was usable, it probably didn't matter that it wasn't professional-grade work. Rita could at least respect that he planned to use his money on something as practical as a sheath. She was sure some patients were blowing their allowances on useless junk.

From where she stood, Rita noticed a "nurse" in the store, gesturing for them to make their way to the front. She nodded in that direction to call Guy's attention to it, then said, "Looks like it's time. I'll see you around." Since Guy was going to have to stop at the register and Rita didn't feel like waiting for him to make his purchase, she went ahead and made her way to the exit before him.

[razing_phoenix]

Unsurprisingly, his talk with Rita had seemed to whip past in no time at all. That always happened when Guy was discussing things that interested him, whether it was fonons or the Score. While during this talk he had mainly been explaining rather than learning, it didn't matter either way to him.

However, in a split second Rita had gone from chatting with him to wandering off, though Guy didn't take that to heart. Waiting for him to pay wouldn't be very interesting and she probably wanted to get back to the buses considering how dark it was getting. He didn't think Rita had been here when the zombie attack had happened, but she'd probably heard the stories.

And so Guy sectioned out a sheet of leather that would give him more than enough to work with to make the sheath, granting him some extra material in case he made a mistake. Paying for it went surprisingly smoothly, and before long he had the roll of leather tucked under his arm as he headed back to the drop-off point.