Eighth Disaster

[cursed_as_hell]

[A montage: Aldrick reaches for the doorknob of his front door. He sighs, then flinches as he opens the front door. Nothing happens

Comments

[ufosrreal]

Why would carrying a sword around get you in trouble? Unless you're... [gulp] dangerous.

[cursed_as_hell]

It just does. I don't know how. I'm not going to stab you or anything, don't have a conniption.

[ufosrreal]

Well that's weird a-and sorry, eh-heh. Is somebody after your sword?

[cursed_as_hell]

No, it's just cursed.

[hugs_arent_free]

Isn't just being stuck in this town bad enough?

[cursed_as_hell]

This town has so far been way better than my day-to-day life from before, kid.

[hugs_arent_free]

If you don't want that sword I can take it off your hands.

[cursed_as_hell]

You won't be able to keep it.

[miss_enma_ai]

Is somthing bad supposed to happen?

[cursed_as_hell]

Yeah. It's been far too long since I was lost at sea or something.

[miss_enma_ai]

...

Why would that happen?

[cursed_as_hell]

Because the sword is cursed, and I can't get rid of it.

[immortal_smoke]

Maybe it doesn't work here.

[cursed_as_hell]

It at least partially works. I gave it away shortly after I found it. Damn thing found it's way back in a matter of hours.

[immortal_smoke]

Well, that shouldn't be a problem if it's not causing you any trouble.

Either way, I could try getting rid of it myself, just to make sure.

[cursed_as_hell]

Well, I guess I can't expect you to believe me right away.

*toss*

Knock yourself out.

[dreams_are_mine]

Ah, you're jumpy aren't you?

[cursed_as_hell]

I've got years of practice at being jumpy.