05-02-2022, 07:37 AM
POLKA DOT: Well…how much is your sword?
TIMOTHY: Ten bucks! But…
TIMOTHY: Like I said, it’s heavily discounted.
TIMOTHY: There was some other discount stuff there, though!
TIMOTHY: Something’s better than nothing!
POLKA DOT: Guess so…
TIMOTHY: Okay, here’s the discount section!
TIMOTHY: Ten bucks! But…
TIMOTHY: Like I said, it’s heavily discounted.
TIMOTHY: There was some other discount stuff there, though!
TIMOTHY: Something’s better than nothing!
POLKA DOT: Guess so…
You take a second to pick up a plastic phone the size of your palm, startled when a little keyboard pops out of the bottom when you apply a bit of pressure- well, a keyboard sticker, anyway. You get the feeling you’ll be able to type on it just fine, and the sign next to it says that wifi still works. You…aren’t sure what wifi is, but hey, if it’s advertised, that means it must be good, right?
You put it in the crook of your arm along with the sewing kit, and let Tim lead you over to the weapons section.
You get a strange sensation as you approach it, seeing plastic pieces of all shapes and sizes- including some you’ve never seen before in your life, greebled and highly detailed. You don’t even know how someone would use them…
You put it in the crook of your arm along with the sewing kit, and let Tim lead you over to the weapons section.
You get a strange sensation as you approach it, seeing plastic pieces of all shapes and sizes- including some you’ve never seen before in your life, greebled and highly detailed. You don’t even know how someone would use them…
TIMOTHY: Okay, here’s the discount section!
Oh, boy, these are really beat up. You’re presented with a rack full of scratched up plastic, but try to focus on what you think would work despite its condition. Maybe a slashing weapon, something sharp-
Your wing finds itself already touching something, and when you refocus your eyes, you’re holding a dented, scuffed baseball bat.
The shop suddenly feels...quieter, somehow.
Feeling an odd sensation, you turn and look up.
Across the store, you spot Roulette.
It's holding a bulky adjustable wrench, the robot in the middle of the same motion: looking up in your direction.
The two of you catch each other's glances simultaneously.
Something's...
You can't place it.
But the bat in your hands feels heavy, and you can feel your wing-fingers clench and unclench around it, seemingly unconsciously.
It feels like something is bubbling up within you.
A half-formed memory of something you'd really rather not remember.
You could risk it and dig deeper,
or shake it off and leave it buried.
Your wing finds itself already touching something, and when you refocus your eyes, you’re holding a dented, scuffed baseball bat.
The shop suddenly feels...quieter, somehow.
Feeling an odd sensation, you turn and look up.
Across the store, you spot Roulette.
It's holding a bulky adjustable wrench, the robot in the middle of the same motion: looking up in your direction.
The two of you catch each other's glances simultaneously.
Something's...
You can't place it.
But the bat in your hands feels heavy, and you can feel your wing-fingers clench and unclench around it, seemingly unconsciously.
It feels like something is bubbling up within you.
A half-formed memory of something you'd really rather not remember.
You could risk it and dig deeper,
or shake it off and leave it buried.