Farfarello had just about finished arming himself for the night--just because he was attending a funeral didn't mean he wasn't expecting trouble--when the knock on the door came. Putting aside the monster claws that were always the last things he put on, simply because they made putting everything else on a bit awkward, he went to answer the door.
Out of caution, Farfarello opened the door fully in one quick swing, but kept himself shielded behind it until he was sure no attack was coming. A moment later he came into the doorway and leaned on the frame lazily. Because of his interrupted preparations, Farfarello wasn't obviously armed unless one knew exactly where and how to look in order to find the concealed knives and scalpels he had hidden about his person. Still, the scars and the eyepatch were evidence enough of his nature. "You're prompt."
Re: [outside M40]yin_yang_foxDecember 9 2008, 03:15:12 UTC
Likewise for Renamon, a well-educated person in weaponry would notice the various places she had hidden her knives and scalpels. More eye-catching however, was the black brass knuckle on her right hand, three inch blades extending from each circle.
But they weren't meeting to fight. Renamon lifted the yellow chemical container she had with her. "I try," she answered. "I am Renamon. I have a few of the kinds I saw--all with metal screw-on lids."
That was definitely an interesting weapon, and one Farfarello would have considered fighting her to steal, if she didn't have much more interesting things to offer without a fight. Despite the obvious and interesting things, though, Farfarello still took note of all the hidden weapons--one did not survive long as an assassin by ignoring such things.
He could be civil even as he observed her weaponry and pondered attacking her for fun and profit, though. "I'll work on them tomorrow at dinner, should have at least your share ready by nightfall. I'll give you more detailed instructions on how to use them then. They do come with warnings--nothing cooked up with makeshift equipment is going to be totally safe to use." See how nice he was being? Practically courtly, by Farfarello's standards.
Somehow, he stood a little straighter when he left the room, felt a little more on firm footing in this place now that he was wearing his uniform, like the lies couldn't possibly be real because he could feel the leather against his skin, the cool weight of the skull and chains across his chest. He paused just outside the door of his room, tugging at the gloves and damn, he'd never realised how good it felt to wear boots before.
With a grin and feeling more of his normal confidence flowing back, he headed off towards Homura's room.
He really had to start making firmer plans about what to do at night. Getting dressed in his usual outfit to go outside, then standing around staring at his closet for a few minutes before starting to pick out weaponry, Usopp wondered if this counted as a 'creative slump.' Except he'd been plenty creative last night, in his own opinion at least, and that hadn't gotten him very far.
Maybe he needed less creative and more functional. And he needed to talk to Sai, to Mello, to his crew, to... way too many people. And he needed to get into that stupid shed before he vanished off the face of the planet.
Crouching down on the floor still dressed and ready, just in case someone showed up tonight without his asking, he started carving some of the wood Brook had freed and Chopper had brought him from Sanji's closet. Not all of it, but some of it could be more useful if it were just sharper, even at a small size...
Sai hesitated just a moment before knocking. He didn't even know if Usopp would even still be in his room or not. They hadn't, after all, made any real plans beforehand. Still, he felt the need to check. If the pirate was still around, he might be able to use his help.
"Usopp?" he asked after a couple knocks. "It's me, Sai. Are you in?"
Usopp jumped a little, almost managing to catch the edge of his finger with the box cutter's small blade. But at least it was a familiar, non-threatening voice. In fact, it was good to hear from Sai; how long had it been since they'd talked more than a word or two?
"Sure! C'mon in, Sai, I'm just working on some things," Usopp called back. 'Some things' was perhaps a little strong a choice of phrase for 'sharpening sticks,' but the smaller pieces were better off like this, he thought. Now if he could just talk to Mello about those chemicals before something happened and his closet exploded... or, for that matter, if he could just get his crew together again and do a head-count...
The ninja was smiling as he entered, truthfully glad to see that Usopp was around. He removed The sweatshirt and trowels at his waist the moment he entered, setting them aside once again. "Is there anything I can help with?"
He watched the pirate curiously. Where had he gotten the wood from? He must have made a trip outside since they'd last seen each other. At least he didn't look any worse off for it. Was he sharpening them to use as weaponry?
Just as promised, nighttime brought a different atmosphere, and unexpectedly a different voice too. But that wasn't "Jill," that was "Lydia," and it was coming from the ceiling intercom and not the radio. Looking back and forth, considering, he picked up the radio in one hand, the promised flashlight from under his pillow in the other.
He still wasn't entirely certain what he was supposed to be doing, but Celes apparently knew, and he wouldn't have to go far to meet her if Junior's directions had been right. He was an easily recognizable figure even when he wore his helmet, with his description and her own he didn't worry about either of them finding each other even in the dark.
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M40. Renamon raised her hand to knock on the door lightly.
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Out of caution, Farfarello opened the door fully in one quick swing, but kept himself shielded behind it until he was sure no attack was coming. A moment later he came into the doorway and leaned on the frame lazily. Because of his interrupted preparations, Farfarello wasn't obviously armed unless one knew exactly where and how to look in order to find the concealed knives and scalpels he had hidden about his person. Still, the scars and the eyepatch were evidence enough of his nature. "You're prompt."
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But they weren't meeting to fight. Renamon lifted the yellow chemical container she had with her. "I try," she answered. "I am Renamon. I have a few of the kinds I saw--all with metal screw-on lids."
If she was anything, she was efficient.
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He could be civil even as he observed her weaponry and pondered attacking her for fun and profit, though. "I'll work on them tomorrow at dinner, should have at least your share ready by nightfall. I'll give you more detailed instructions on how to use them then. They do come with warnings--nothing cooked up with makeshift equipment is going to be totally safe to use." See how nice he was being? Practically courtly, by Farfarello's standards.
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With a grin and feeling more of his normal confidence flowing back, he headed off towards Homura's room.
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Maybe he needed less creative and more functional. And he needed to talk to Sai, to Mello, to his crew, to... way too many people. And he needed to get into that stupid shed before he vanished off the face of the planet.
Crouching down on the floor still dressed and ready, just in case someone showed up tonight without his asking, he started carving some of the wood Brook had freed and Chopper had brought him from Sanji's closet. Not all of it, but some of it could be more useful if it were just sharper, even at a small size...
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Sai hesitated just a moment before knocking. He didn't even know if Usopp would even still be in his room or not. They hadn't, after all, made any real plans beforehand. Still, he felt the need to check. If the pirate was still around, he might be able to use his help.
"Usopp?" he asked after a couple knocks. "It's me, Sai. Are you in?"
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"Sure! C'mon in, Sai, I'm just working on some things," Usopp called back. 'Some things' was perhaps a little strong a choice of phrase for 'sharpening sticks,' but the smaller pieces were better off like this, he thought. Now if he could just talk to Mello about those chemicals before something happened and his closet exploded... or, for that matter, if he could just get his crew together again and do a head-count...
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He watched the pirate curiously. Where had he gotten the wood from? He must have made a trip outside since they'd last seen each other. At least he didn't look any worse off for it. Was he sharpening them to use as weaponry?
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He still wasn't entirely certain what he was supposed to be doing, but Celes apparently knew, and he wouldn't have to go far to meet her if Junior's directions had been right. He was an easily recognizable figure even when he wore his helmet, with his description and her own he didn't worry about either of them finding each other even in the dark.
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