Night 50: Gardener's Shed

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[From here.]Edgar moved inside quickly, scanning the room with his light, sending the beam into every corner and crevice: he was looking for hidden dangers; what he found instead brought a smile to his face. The room was littered with items- claws, hoses, gloves, shovels- each piece with more potential than the last. After one more cautious glace

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Gren was pleasantly surprised when nothing leaped out of the shadows and tried to maul them. Maybe that was cynical thinking on his part, but given the circumstances, he didn't think he could be blamed for it.

The question of whether or not they'd be able to get into the shed was quickly answered with a few whacks of Edgar's flashlight, and when there proved to be nothing lying in wait for them inside, either, Gren moved closer to inspect the contents. About what you'd expect from a gardening shed, really, but at least some of it was promising, if a little impractical. He picked up one of the shovels, testing its heft. If he had to wander around swinging a gardening implement, there were worse things he could choose.

He turned when Edgar spoke, looking to see what had caught his interest, and arched an eyebrow when he caught sight of the ancient contraption he'd been inspecting. "You're going to disassemble the lawnmower?" He wasn't sure if he really wanted to contemplate what the other man could make out of such a thing.

[girlsandgadgets]

A lawnmower, was it? He pulled it from the wall, tilting it to the side to have a better look at the blades. No wonder he wasn't terribly familiar with the device- it'd be completely useless in Figaro, given the lack of vegetation. It had some value here- maybe not for its initial function, but it definitely had potential

[for_a_song]

It seemed, judging from both Edgar's enthusiasm and the description of what he had in mind for the poor lawnmower, that Gren had managed to wholly underestimate his roommate's... creativity. "That sounds both dangerous and potentially very messy," he commented after a pause. "But effective. I think I'm just going to be glad you're on our side." Because really, if someone was going to build outlandish and potentially very destructive devices, it was better to have them working with you, rather than against.

Gren looked around the interior of the shed again, trying to decide if there was anything else worth hauling with them. They weren't really in any kind of shape to be carrying large loads with them, and most of the implements had long handles on them that, while useful for the amount of reach they'd grant the wielder, made them sort of cumbersome to move with.

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"Messy, yes. For them. I will have to be careful with the construction. After all, I'm working with makeshift materials. A weapon backfiring on me could be just as devastating." Edgar eyed a few other instruments in the room, particularly a wheelbarrow. That would come in handy... eventually. The entire room was teeming with possibilities. It was a shame they'd have to wait for a few days at the very least, and that was granted he didn't sustain any new wounds or make worse the ones he already had.

He gave the shovel a couple of quick thrusts, testing both his arm and its usefulness. It wasn't a pike, but it would do. "I'm feeling better already," he remarked stiffly, his shoulder aching. It was a painful reminder that they'd have to be cautious if they decided to cross the courtyard wall- using Gren as a step couldn't have been good on his arm. He turned his attention to the wheelbarrow again. "If we made it over one wall, I believe we can make it over the next. We could use this to give us a needed boost."