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WHO: Komui Lee komuieee, Minamimoto Sho inverse_matrix
WHAT: Sho is new in town! Lee likes maths and decides to show him around.
WHERE: Near the docks.
WHEN: 1:00 pm ish.
Somehow, Sho had managed to build a junk pile.
It wasn't a very good junk pile. He prefered to work in steel, not wood. Still, it fit his surroundings and his philosophy to use whatever he found.
It consisted of busted up crates, old barrels, part of a fruit cart, and a few potted plants. The city guards kept coming by and half-heartedly attempting to get him to move, only to be met by loud insults from his megaphone.
"ATTENTION ALL TASTELESS TETRAHEDRONS!" he said, "INVERT YOUR VECTORS TO POINT AWAY FROM THE JUNK PILE, AS YOU ARE ZETTA SLOW AND CANNOT COMPREHEND TRUE ART."
The rest of the crowd mumbled something along the lines of "Damn foreigners" and went about their business.
Upon getting people away from his junk pile, Sho would then sit back down and continue to read in his journal, pausing every so often to scribble furiously in it.
This was then repeated as more curious onlookers drew too close to his junk pile.
WHAT: Sho is new in town! Lee likes maths and decides to show him around.
WHERE: Near the docks.
WHEN: 1:00 pm ish.
Somehow, Sho had managed to build a junk pile.
It wasn't a very good junk pile. He prefered to work in steel, not wood. Still, it fit his surroundings and his philosophy to use whatever he found.
It consisted of busted up crates, old barrels, part of a fruit cart, and a few potted plants. The city guards kept coming by and half-heartedly attempting to get him to move, only to be met by loud insults from his megaphone.
"ATTENTION ALL TASTELESS TETRAHEDRONS!" he said, "INVERT YOUR VECTORS TO POINT AWAY FROM THE JUNK PILE, AS YOU ARE ZETTA SLOW AND CANNOT COMPREHEND TRUE ART."
The rest of the crowd mumbled something along the lines of "Damn foreigners" and went about their business.
Upon getting people away from his junk pile, Sho would then sit back down and continue to read in his journal, pausing every so often to scribble furiously in it.
This was then repeated as more curious onlookers drew too close to his junk pile.