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[ochluckycharms]

[A man is dragging a large, heavy crate to the center plaza of the town, near the fountain. If anyone is watching, they will see him finally stop near one of the benches, have a seat down and wipe his forehead. After a moment he'll stand again, reach over and attempt to pry the crate open. He is met with little success

Comments

[offallingsnow]

[on her way to the library. Secretly working for big brother is taxing]

...Are you new?

[[ooc: Oh, shoot Nephry with the fun gun!]]

[ochluckycharms]

Nope. [And Jacob is so helpful.]

[offallingsnow]

You don't look familiar.

[ochluckycharms]

Doesn't surprise me. [Thank God Nephry is the patient type. Or at least, that's what her report says.]

[the_wind_woman]

[Interesting, a strange guy with a box. Well, he didn't seem to be dangerous from what he could tell, so the man will find himself approached by a very female Uruki. And because it's still so dang hot out for him, there is a slight breeze in the area once he approaches.]

Should I even ask what is in that box?

[Of course, even if he looked in, not like he'd have a clue, guns don't exist yet in his world. And oh yeah, have fun, shoot away if you want.]

[ochluckycharms]

Well, you can. [Ohh, someone's in their drag queen girl form. He's still not used to the oddities of other worlds. Some places are cruel, it seems.]

[the_wind_woman]

[Yeah, Genbu has a sick sense of humor indeed.]

So if I were to ask what's in the box would I get an answer?

[ochluckycharms]

You would. [He really should stop messing with people and just give them answers.]

[compos_mentis]

[...Hm. Well that's a fun sight. It looks almost good enough to occupy her time right now, which is why she's been watching this unfold from a bit of a distance, calculating in her head how many different ways she could likely subdue and/or kill this joker as she's watching him take out what appear to be firearms of some type.

What a morbid past-time]

[ochluckycharms]

[Please, there's about a billion ways she could kill him and there's nothing he can do about it. He's painfully aware of this, but...well, you get jaded to it after a while. Worse things than torture and gruesome deaths, after all.

Jacob probably has no idea he's being watched, either. Three cheers for ordinary guys!]

[compos_mentis]

[GOOD TIMES, GOOD TIMES. Somewhere between the various ways she could kill him with the spoon in her pocket and with her teeth, she eventually gets bored of this exercise, so she's going to stroll on over with a lazy but controlled it works, seriously wave]

Yo.

[ochluckycharms]

Top o' the evenin' to ya. [Just because he can. Not being aware of your surroundings is one thing; not being surprised when someone randomly shows up is another.]

[ochluckycharms]

No, I got it. [Hmm, new girl...she must've showed up after he got caught. He really needed to take a look at all the reports once he got a chance.]

Oh I saw it ಠ_ಠ

[ochluckycharms]

S'called a point of view gun. [Jacob hefts it, and tampers a bit with the trigger. Hopefully he doesn't end up shooting her with it. Unintentionally, anyway.]

[pileof_ashes]

[Rosalie is standing under the shade, observing as the man struggles to open the crate. She catches a glint of something metallic from inside the box. She calls out to him.]

What is that?

[ochluckycharms]

[Oh crap, that hot vampire chick. Granted, they're both married, but Jacob's only human. He'd better keep this brief before her charms really kick in.] Point of view gun.

[pileof_ashes]

[Curious how, she heads in his direction, peering down at the box. Don't mind the sparkles.]

What does it do?

[ochluckycharms]

[He sees the sparkles. It's amazing that one vampire here bursts into flame in the sunlight while others just glitter like a freaking pop star.]

Gives people your point of view. Want?