[OPEN]

[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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[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.

[a_r0yal_flush]

He stared up at Gwendal questionably as the Mazoku's words flickered through his mind. "Eeeeeh? A baseball bat?! Yuuri exclaimed loudly. He loved baseball and everything, but why couldn't he have been something a little cooler?

His mind supplied him an image of himself as a baseball bat, and as he caught sight of his face in the wood and his dark mop of hair at the tip of it, Yuuri felt a shudder run along his spine. "Well, I hope that I can be something as cool as what Watson is."

[knitter_gwen]

Gwendal snorted, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly finally in amusment. "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I'm sure you will turn out to be a good weapon."

[a_r0yal_flush]

The soft snort instantly drew Yuuri's attention, and as he peered curiously over to Gwendal, he found himself instantly smiling. "You really think so?" There was no doubt to the hopeful excitement that he felt at the thought. There was a bounce in his step again as he began walking deeper into the room again. "Aaa that would be nice."

Curiosity getting the better of him, Yuuri paused mid-step as he glanced back and asked, "What type of weapon do you think you would be, Gwendal? I mean, if you were one."

[stalwartcane]

"He'd be a cookie cutter, perhaps," Watson put in impishly as he walked over to the pair. He had sighted them from his place with the other weapons, and had extracted himself from their company to politely give his regards to these two. The doctor had a pleasant smile on his face, as was his usual, and politely gave him his greetings.

[knitter_gwen]

Gwendal crossed his arms and scowled. He would not be a cookie cutter! "Good day, Doctor Watson."

[a_r0yal_flush]

"A cookie cutter?" Yuuri's mind instantly flashed to the image of Gwendal as a cookie cutter, and he had to force back the snicker he felt. It helped that he caught sight of the scary look on Gwendal's face. That, in itself, was more than enough to banish the laugh away.

Clearing his throat, the young Maou turned to face the doctor as he cheerfully spoke, "Doctor Watson!"

[stalwartcane]

Watson smiled -- positively grinned, even -- and chortled a little at Gwendal's reaction. "And a good day to you, gentlemen. How have you been faring with the activities, so far? Changed, yet?"

[knitter_gwen]

"Well, then let's be glad I'm not a weapon," Gwendal scowled still. "His Majesty has yet to change, hence our topic on what he would be should he do so."

[a_r0yal_flush]

Yuuri briefly peered up to Gwendal as his retainer continued to scowled, but at least the expression wasn't as scary as some of his other ones. A hand instantly snapped up to rub at the back of his head as Yuuri admitted, "Aaa yeah, I'm still trying to figure that one out."

Taking a step forward, his face showed his excitement as he spoke, "I'm hoping that I'll be a holy sword!" Aaa how much would he love it if he was? He might not be a hero, but having just that would really make his day.

[knitter_gwen]

"Why must you want a holy sword?" Gwendal asked firmly. "Demons have no use for it. Besides, you have a demon sword at home."

[a_r0yal_flush]

"Huh?" He glanced back over his shoulder to Gwendal curiously before smiling, "Aaa that's because those swords are cooler looking, and beside that, imagine if there was a real hero like Al here!" It all made sense in his mind even if the reason might have sounded odd to others.

"Eheh yeah," The mention of Morgif caused Yuuri to laugh somewhat awkwardly as he glance to the side. He never really considered Morgif a weapon of his, but more a weirdly affectionate friend. Shaking his head, Yuuri smiled back up to Gwendal, "But Morgif's more my friend than my sword."

[knitter_gwen]

"If you have released Morgif's true power, he would look much different than he does now," Gwendal pointed out wryly, but he didn't really mean it. To do that would mean that more souls would need to be devoured and he knew His Majesty would not go for that.