Nightshift 49: Gardener's Shed

[chainsaw_royal]

[From here]Hime brought her flashlight to bear as they ended up in darkness, the beam illuminating various gardening implements and items. That was another point for Marc in her book - she'd have been grateful had he just been able to not place them anywhere dangerous, but he had in fact managed to get them exactly where she'd asked

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[scalyfishman]

"Not like we have any choice anyway," he muttered, but there was no real venom to it. Early days yet. At least, that's what he was telling the more pessimistic voice in the back of his processor that figured they were screwed no matter how many glorified DJs they had going.

A deep, rumbling peal of thunder rolled in from outside the shed. Right. Business. He passed his light over the wall speculatively, as though this was five stellar cycles before and he was sizing up a set of new recruits. That rake looked promising, but Depth Charge didn't know how useful something that long and fragile would be- fine if you wanted to hit something from a distance, but worthless once you were up close and personal. An old spade slouched against the wall next to it, too, but he already had something blunt.

"Nothing special," he answered, turning towards Hime's corner of the shed briefly before setting about finding the gas and blade. Presumably, they'd be on one of the shelves, or in a box, or... forget it, he knew absolutely nothing about how this place might be organised. "What do you want the gas for?" Was she planning on setting the place on fire or something? Or did she already have some kind of chainsaw-esque weapon lined up? He realised, oddly enough, he didn't put either answer past her.

[chainsaw_royal]

As it so turned out, those were both options high on Hime's list of things to do with a can of gas, though she preferred the latter.

"Extra fuel, once this tank runs out," she said, holding up the weed whacker for him to see before setting it off to one side so she could continue searching. "Of course, if this doesn't work, I find most enemies don't appreciate being set on fire." Oh, how pleasant it would be to see the head doctor dance in the flickering flame.

Checking across one of the shelves, her flashlight glinted off a piece of metal. Pulling it out of the pile of spare parts the Royal revealed a long, rectangular bar, flat and sharpened on one side that switched halfway - the lawnmower blade she was looking for, set with a hole in a center. Hefting it, she noted the weight and balance; it wasn't a sword, so those didn't matter as much, but she still needed to be sure it could be fitted the way she wanted.

"I found the blade," she told him, dropping the acquired piece into her mesh bag along with the baseball bat. Much as the weapon felt unnecessary now, she'd still have to put together and assure that her new equipment actually worked before she could set the bludgeon aside.

[scalyfishman]

Depth Charge frowned. "A weed whacker?" What did she expect to do with that, beat down a particularly nasty hedge? Yeah, take that photosynthesis. But then what did would she need the lawnmower blade fo- hold on a klik. Either he was going crazy or he'd been right on both counts. He stared at her for a moment, taken aback. "What're you going to do, put the two together or something?"

Because that would have been beyond bizarre. Well, he couldn't fault her sense of style, at least. There was something oddly poetic about the idea of weilding a frankenchainsaw or lighting up a monster like a firewor... oh, great, now she was rubbing off on him- violent tendencies were pretty slagging contagious if you weren't careful.

Depth Charge shook the image out of his head and went back to searching for that gas. It wasn't long before he found a small carton nestled among the hosepipes, full nearly to the top. He held it up for her. "Here. One carton of gas, just as ordered."

[chainsaw_royal]

"It probably won't have enough power to cut bone, but I'm sure it'll do something nasty to everything short of that," Hime noted. She paused, considering for a moment. "Well, it might break a few."

Of course, substituting in the blade for the nylon strings on the weed whacker was hardly going to be an easy task - she'd have to get her hands on some tools for that. The janitorial closet, perhaps? Once the institute stopped being a maze of portals.

"I'll carry that," she said, taking the gasoline tank in one hand, the neck of the weed whacker held in the other. "I probably can't fight anyway with this thing, so we might as well free up your hands. Grab something sharp and let's get going."

[scalyfishman]

"Oh. Right." For a moment, Depth Charge simply stared. Just a few bones, huh? Well, wasn't that a shame.

Primus.

He rubbed the back of his neck, still looking faintly dazed as he handed over the gas tank. "Alright, but that makes me head of the monster scrapping unit. I'm heading out first this time." Which made a nice change, come to think of it- he was starting to get a little sick of looking at Hime's back all night, nice as it was.

As for the 'something sharp', the crowbar was good enough for him. "I'm done. C'mon." Edging past Hime, he pushed open the door and stepped out into the rain- or not.

[Rolling!]

[scalyfishman]

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