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[stalwartcane]

Characters: Watson, Dojima, Open to all weapons and meisters in Casualty Communal. Death City Heights residents also welcome, but Watson may be displeased with you.
Location: Recreational Room
Rating: PG
Time: July 16, Afternoon
Description: Old man moe club Weapons unite! And try to learn how to manage to change into their forms.

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[silverspooning]

Gintoki was very lost in this affair if not because Watson talked funny and... the instructions came from Kanda. You... can trust in Kanda to come up with something brilliant once in a while. Once in a while.

So he tried to concentrate... but strangely... he felt like pooping.

To tag or not to tag, that was the question.

[ih8spiders]

Kurapika attended the meeting just like he told Watson, but he didn't plan on participating actively unless called to help and just... maybe drift around the edges of the groups and see if there was anyone having a hard time translating explanation to action.

Maybe he should have stayed in a corner, because he suddenly found himself staring at Gintoki's straining face.

[zodiaconigiri]

Tohru stood shyly to the side after Dr. Watson was so kind enough to greet her and direct her where she could sit. So..to transform she was to think about transforming into a weapon? But she didn't know what she could be...

She closed her eyes, a look of determination on her face as she concentrated on thinking of a weapon.

After a few moments Tohru realized this was going to be harder than she thought.

Is this seat taken? :>

[thespianmonkey]

Zidane hadn't had the easiest time of transforming either, despite being there a little longer than the newcomers. He figured there was some kind of trick to it, but as usual, he had yet to work that out.

After sitting through the presentation he took notice of a pretty girl sitting next to him. He smiled. "Hey!"

Nope~

[zodiaconigiri]

Tohru opened her eyes, stopping her concentration when someone spoke next to her. She looked over and smiled brightly, bowing her head to them.

"Hello there! Are you a weapon too?"she asked curiously.

[crackingcases]

[Naoto pauses longer before Watson than most do. The doctor is an acquaintance after all - she is not yet confident enough to call anyone 'friend' - and deserving of a longer greeting.]

Dr. Watson, thank you again for organizing this activity.

[stalwartcane]

[He looks fairly satisfied with how the introduction to the activity went, but also a bit tired. Still, he is pleased, and takes a moment to watch everyone gather around and such. Oh, and a surprise!]

Don't mention it. It was a pleasure. [warmly]

[crackingcases]

Quite a plethora of individuals have decided to attend. [She nods at the milling people.]

It is good to see I am not alone in my difficulties concerning Weapon transformation.

[Her eyes pick out the various people in the crowd who are having no success whatsoever in transforming.]

[stalwartcane]

Oh, you are hardly the last. [a bit of a sigh] It seems the situation is worse than I initially imagined. It would be easier to count the number of weapons who can change at will and quickly than otherwise.

[a_r0yal_flush]

It had taken a bit of convincing to do, but Yuuri had finally gotten Gwendal to allow him out of the apartments and to the recreational centre. He'd decided that the fog had definitely taken on a creepier feel to them, and the odd shakes from time to time only seemed to unsettle the young Maou further.

This was the second time that he'd been in the recreational centre, but it was the first time he actually knew where he was. His curious gaze slid from area to area as Yuuri waltzed into the large room. There already seemed to be a few people around, and as he sighted a few that he knew, the young Maou glanced back over to Gwendal, "Ooowaah do you think we're going to see some holy swords here?"

[knitter_gwen]

"I doubt this place even knows what a holy sword is, Your Majesty," Gwendal muttered with a scoff.

Besides, this placed seemed to have a theme for things revolving around death and this world's folklore.

Gwendal didn't like the fog either, not when it changed color and quakes seemed to happen. If he had his earth magic, he could pinpoint the epicenter and find out what was going on.

[a_r0yal_flush]

"You think so?" Yuuri questioned before thinking it over in his head. There did seem to be a common theme here, even if he did think it was a little morbid, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't know what a holy sword was, right?

"Hmm well what do you think I'd be, Gwendal?" He asked curiously.

[knitter_gwen]

"Perhaps a baseball bat?" Gwendal raised a brow, his face completely serious.

[bakingbasil]

[Basil was (probably the only) one of those who skipped the entire 'introduce self' step and simply slipped in as unnoticed as he could make himself. and being a mouse among men, he found, made that rather easy.]

[what wasn't easy was finding a good vantage point in which to perch from. blasted smooth walls. at least it meant he wasn't well-hidden in a crevice somewhere; in fact, he would be standing just a bit off from a corner, frowning faintly at the ground-level view of all the others milling about.]

[ah, well. any sort of observation would do its job (after all, it wasn't as if he was even completely sure he was a Weapon).]

[smokeeasy]

[Well the others might not notice, but Badou has seen Basil before, and from right at mouse-level even. Which makes it a lot easier to spot him again.

He's also scanning the room like he's looking for someone, seemingly more interested in finding whomever it is than in sitting down to practice "The Style of the Purple Cannon."

He crosses over to the mouse and crouches down on the floor, cigarette held casually between his lips.]

Heya, little buddy.

[bakingbasil]

'Little buddy?'

[a definite eye-brow raise, even though he didn't look over at Badou-- still looking along the sparse furniture and walls, even though he knew for a fact that he wouldn't find anything. at least this time, the other Weapon didn't shout or start questioning his clothing.]

[the nicknames could be cut short, though.]

{ -- asjkgnkh I'M SORRY FOR BEING LATE I never got the notif. ;; reply only if you wish. :x }

[smokeeasy]

[Apparently not noticing that the presumed familiarity might be going a bit too far. What he does notice is the way the mouse is taking close stock of his surroundings.]

You looking for a better vantage point? [And he extends a hand, palm up, and lays it on the floor a few inches away from Basil, offering the mouse a lift.]

[[No worries! I've been spread really thin the past several days, and I definitely don't mind backtagging! Pls pardon me if I am slow with tags though.]