[from here]Once, twice, thrice... with a heavy grunt, Zoro managed to break through the locks. The room was dark but his flashlight was still on and he calmly surveyed the different items in the shed
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Reno swept the flashlight's beam over the shed. Sports equipment, mostly. He tilted his head, looking over at Signum.
"So, anything you're looking for specifically?" Maybe he could help her find it or something. Not that he was into being all helpful and shit, but at the moment, he was just looking for something to keep him occupied. If it made him seem like he was giving her a hand, well, that wouldn't hurt, either.
"Baseball bats," Signum answered, but soon spotted them herself and grabbed a pair.
"You must come from a fine place to find all of this so tiresome," she commented as she gave the bats a few experimental swings. The beasts here were weak by her standards, true enough, but the situation gave one plenty to do. To wander around during the night just to keep oneself occupied... it sounded like he'd led an interesting life. That he seemed to have the opposite attitude towards it was for now besides the point.
Some further rooting through the protective gear produced a pair of batter's armguards, which she strapped on. They were only plastic, but combined with her remaining magic they'd make for a much sturdier defense that her coat. If only there'd been boots as well she could have completed her outfit.
Finding nothing else in the shed to be of interest, she turned to watch Reno.
"Huh. Guess you could whack some things with these." Reno snagged one, testing the balance of it in his hands. Not his thing, though. The weight wasn't quite right. Still, he grabbed one anyway, just in case.
He shrugged in return to her comment. "Everything gets tiresome after awhile. I mean, how long you been here? I've been stuck in this shithole for damn near two weeks. Place is about the size of a friggin' shopping mall at best and half the people here are as dull as that chick popping bubblegum by the cash register. Gets old fast, y'know?"
Two weeks... twice as long as Signum had been here, in fact, unless she'd been gone longer than she thought. Still, it seemed fast indeed for the novelty of something as outrageous as being kidnapped by a prison between realities to wear off. The same went for the novelty of people from other realities. Probably, she thought, his issue wasn't so much with the specifics of what was in front of them as the fact that he hadn't chosen it. Lack of freedom robbed everything of its taste. She knew that well...
"And you don't know anyone from the other half?" she asked. Maybe he could just use someone to commiserate with. Kind of what she was doing right now... but she was pretty sure she fell into the 'dull' half of his equation, singleminded as she was.
Huh... seemed like the place had already gotten picked over. Thankfully there was plenty to go around, and lots of wooden bats still left over to serve as raw materials for the bow. Xigbar grabbed a pair, then shifted through the rest of the equipment in search of the other thing he wanted. Namely, nylon thread from the soccer nets. Pretty strong stuff, and it would be better than cotton string.
Needless to say, the creaking walls and spider webs didn't do much to faze a Nobody. Though it did make him feel rather wistful. Maybe, just maybe, Jack Skellington would live up to his world. Halloween Town was sounding better and better all the time.
Slightly out of breath from running after the Second (but putting on a nice show of this not being the case), Luxord finally swept inside the shed alongside the elder Nobody and gave him as much as a glare as he did the sylph.
"Thank you so for leaving me behind. I appreciated it greatly," he said flatly as he picked up a small baseball between his thumb and middle finger.
"Welcome. Anytime." Xigbar stared at the net contemplatively, wondering how he could get only what he needed. Or maybe he should just grab the whole thing and run with it? Huh, hard to say, really. He'd figure it out.
For now, though, there was something much more important to talk about. "So... you and that thing. Known each other long? When's the wedding?"
"I could say the same of you and that Captain of yours," he jabbed and making himself vulnerable to a shouting of 'you gandered at my captain!', not having any of that. Actually, knowing II was upset about the ordeal almost made Luxord wish to... smile. A bit. More than a bit. A lot.
He refrained, of course, but an air of smugness proceeded to flow about the Gambler afterwards. He continued to examine the insides of the shed, not quite understanding a few items. Why was there not a cricket bat here...?
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Reno swept the flashlight's beam over the shed. Sports equipment, mostly. He tilted his head, looking over at Signum.
"So, anything you're looking for specifically?" Maybe he could help her find it or something. Not that he was into being all helpful and shit, but at the moment, he was just looking for something to keep him occupied. If it made him seem like he was giving her a hand, well, that wouldn't hurt, either.
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"You must come from a fine place to find all of this so tiresome," she commented as she gave the bats a few experimental swings. The beasts here were weak by her standards, true enough, but the situation gave one plenty to do. To wander around during the night just to keep oneself occupied... it sounded like he'd led an interesting life. That he seemed to have the opposite attitude towards it was for now besides the point.
Some further rooting through the protective gear produced a pair of batter's armguards, which she strapped on. They were only plastic, but combined with her remaining magic they'd make for a much sturdier defense that her coat. If only there'd been boots as well she could have completed her outfit.
Finding nothing else in the shed to be of interest, she turned to watch Reno.
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He shrugged in return to her comment. "Everything gets tiresome after awhile. I mean, how long you been here? I've been stuck in this shithole for damn near two weeks. Place is about the size of a friggin' shopping mall at best and half the people here are as dull as that chick popping bubblegum by the cash register. Gets old fast, y'know?"
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"And you don't know anyone from the other half?" she asked. Maybe he could just use someone to commiserate with. Kind of what she was doing right now... but she was pretty sure she fell into the 'dull' half of his equation, singleminded as she was.
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Huh... seemed like the place had already gotten picked over. Thankfully there was plenty to go around, and lots of wooden bats still left over to serve as raw materials for the bow. Xigbar grabbed a pair, then shifted through the rest of the equipment in search of the other thing he wanted. Namely, nylon thread from the soccer nets. Pretty strong stuff, and it would be better than cotton string.
Needless to say, the creaking walls and spider webs didn't do much to faze a Nobody. Though it did make him feel rather wistful. Maybe, just maybe, Jack Skellington would live up to his world. Halloween Town was sounding better and better all the time.
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Slightly out of breath from running after the Second (but putting on a nice show of this not being the case), Luxord finally swept inside the shed alongside the elder Nobody and gave him as much as a glare as he did the sylph.
"Thank you so for leaving me behind. I appreciated it greatly," he said flatly as he picked up a small baseball between his thumb and middle finger.
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For now, though, there was something much more important to talk about. "So... you and that thing. Known each other long? When's the wedding?"
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He refrained, of course, but an air of smugness proceeded to flow about the Gambler afterwards. He continued to examine the insides of the shed, not quite understanding a few items. Why was there not a cricket bat here...?
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