Taura's stomach was growling, but she could be patient. Her nails were still tacky; she'd rather wear nail polish and eat lunch than vice versa
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The snow was cold, the pants were chafing in a way that she wasn't quite used to yet, and she maybe possibly regretted making fun of the stupid hat now, because maybe then if she had it, the snow wouldn't be getting into her hair. Gross gross, why couldn't her jacket have a hood? Was there some sort of decree that they would only give her a hat when it was the most unnecessary? Grumble grumble grumble.
And she was being stared at, but that was okay since it had happened the last time, too, and nothing had happened last time. At least most of them were doing their best to get out of her way. Would be better if the stupid guards reacted that way, she grumbled. At least then it would actually have been useful. And maybe she could break into one of these stores and get a weapon.
"Which store is most likely to have something useful and weapon-like, do you think?" Mele asked as she caught up to Taura. "You looking for something?" she added, looking up at Taura's face.
Taura had been so used to hardware being a euphemism for weapons that the first time she'd wandered into the hardware store in Doyleton, she'd spent a good five minutes just blinking at the displays. Still, that and the kitchen supply were the only place she'd seen anything with an edge. There was something that always made Miles laugh when cleavers were suggested as weapons; he and insisted the details were classified, so she hadn't asked. The memory of warm puffs of laughter on her skin, though, she could treasure without knowing the story.
"Aside from some food that doesn't look like it came back out of Waste Recycling?" She smiled, making it a joke, though the lightheadedness she'd had last night hadn't been at all funny. "Knives at the cooking store, and lots of things you could improvise with at the hardware store. If there's an underground weapons trade, I haven't found it."
She spoke with the frank confidence of someone who expected she could, which was likely true. She wouldn't mind being proved wrong, though.
"Mnn," Mele acknowledged. The underground weapons trade sounded promising, though looking at these people, it probably didn't exist, on the grounds that something like that had to be fairly badass and the people hanging around the town avoiding her were certainly not that.
They were too many guards to go looking for it, anyway. And yoinking something from just the cooking-slash-hardware stores would be hard to pull off, even if the guards weren't disguised and hard to spot. There was this one time that she had considered a book as a weapon.... "Mnh," she repeated, irritated. A weapon shouldn't be something she depended on: rather, the opposite, but she had to cover her new (well, not new anymore) newby weaknesses somehow. A weapon she wasn't prolific with wasn't going to do any good, though.
... No sense dwelling on it. Sigh. Moving on. "D'ya think it is? Waste recycling?" she asked. The food wasn't that bad, was it?
"Well, isn't everything? We eat, we, er, excrete, it ends up as fertilizer, and then they grow plants, and feed that either to people or to animals." She shrugged. Shipboard the plants/animals might be things that sort of straddled the gap between those two, with, really, similarly bland but filling results. Dirtside there were a lot more options, but Taura was only familiar with the tasty results, not the ins and outs of farming. "That...food...tastes like they skipped the part where you add flavor so no one remembers that part."
Even then, if there'd been enough of it, Taura wouldn't have minded that much. "I can shop for rations later. Let's find you some gear."
And she was being stared at, but that was okay since it had happened the last time, too, and nothing had happened last time. At least most of them were doing their best to get out of her way. Would be better if the stupid guards reacted that way, she grumbled. At least then it would actually have been useful. And maybe she could break into one of these stores and get a weapon.
"Which store is most likely to have something useful and weapon-like, do you think?" Mele asked as she caught up to Taura. "You looking for something?" she added, looking up at Taura's face.
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"Aside from some food that doesn't look like it came back out of Waste Recycling?" She smiled, making it a joke, though the lightheadedness she'd had last night hadn't been at all funny. "Knives at the cooking store, and lots of things you could improvise with at the hardware store. If there's an underground weapons trade, I haven't found it."
She spoke with the frank confidence of someone who expected she could, which was likely true. She wouldn't mind being proved wrong, though.
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They were too many guards to go looking for it, anyway. And yoinking something from just the cooking-slash-hardware stores would be hard to pull off, even if the guards weren't disguised and hard to spot. There was this one time that she had considered a book as a weapon.... "Mnh," she repeated, irritated. A weapon shouldn't be something she depended on: rather, the opposite, but she had to cover her new (well, not new anymore) newby weaknesses somehow. A weapon she wasn't prolific with wasn't going to do any good, though.
... No sense dwelling on it. Sigh. Moving on. "D'ya think it is? Waste recycling?" she asked. The food wasn't that bad, was it?
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Even then, if there'd been enough of it, Taura wouldn't have minded that much. "I can shop for rations later. Let's find you some gear."
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