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Who: Lady, open to others
What: Because bringing home food up flight of stairs is always a good idea
When: Late this afternoon
Where: Patrol Headquarters
Warnings: Probably language?
The first week she got here, she remembered the horror stories involving the locals and a non-resident fighting over over-priced food. Since then, she had dreaded going out and getting food, even going as far as delaying it and Lady was never one to do things at the last minute. The answer had to be simple as bringing back thicker bags. She could tolerate the weight, she had carried heavier things, like her weaponry. But suddenly, coming back with things to cook with for the week was trickier than she thought it be. Slipping through the gate was easy enough? The stairs were going to be the bigger problem.
Four big bags, in each of her hands, Lady was already stopping to open doors and adjusting her balance amongst other things, but... The stairs. Poor Lady, so insistent about pushing things off like this. And for good reason, she did end up in a shouting match over flower, getting so tired of store owners trying to passively send her away. Good balance in a heap of demons and trolls on a tiny ledge or even gymnastics in mid air was one thing, but tripping up the stairs? Not so much fun.
And there would be a curse loud enough to hear it, hitting her shin against the steps, Lady had to stop and adjust what she was carrying. Oh, yes, a fantastic demon hunter that couldn't carry groceries, it was so flattering.
What: Because bringing home food up flight of stairs is always a good idea
When: Late this afternoon
Where: Patrol Headquarters
Warnings: Probably language?
The first week she got here, she remembered the horror stories involving the locals and a non-resident fighting over over-priced food. Since then, she had dreaded going out and getting food, even going as far as delaying it and Lady was never one to do things at the last minute. The answer had to be simple as bringing back thicker bags. She could tolerate the weight, she had carried heavier things, like her weaponry. But suddenly, coming back with things to cook with for the week was trickier than she thought it be. Slipping through the gate was easy enough? The stairs were going to be the bigger problem.
Four big bags, in each of her hands, Lady was already stopping to open doors and adjusting her balance amongst other things, but... The stairs. Poor Lady, so insistent about pushing things off like this. And for good reason, she did end up in a shouting match over flower, getting so tired of store owners trying to passively send her away. Good balance in a heap of demons and trolls on a tiny ledge or even gymnastics in mid air was one thing, but tripping up the stairs? Not so much fun.
And there would be a curse loud enough to hear it, hitting her shin against the steps, Lady had to stop and adjust what she was carrying. Oh, yes, a fantastic demon hunter that couldn't carry groceries, it was so flattering.