[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

Tim looks back at Devo, a nervous expression on his face.

DEVO: Huh? What’s wrong?
TIMOTHY: I, uh…
TIMOTHY: I’m gonna do something kind of shitty.
DEVO: Uh huh.
DEVO: Is this one of those self conscious things-
TIMOTHY: I’ll get you something sweet later, okay?
DEVO: H-huh?
 

Tim leans forward to plant a quick kiss on the bear’s head-

-before absolutely hauling ass towards the building.

DEVO: H-HEY
DEVO: FUCKER
TIMOTHY: I’M SORRY
 

The bean dog can hear Devo starting to chase after him, clearly flopping around and struggling. Thankfully- Devo’s laughing as well.

DEVO: OHHHH YOU FUCKER
TIMOTHY: I PROMISE I’LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU I’M SORRY
DEVO: Y-YOU- FUCK!
 

Meanwhile, neither you or Cross are paying attention to the noise outside. It’s just you and her right now, and while the mood is playful enough, you can tell things are heating up.

Attack or defend, attack or defend-

She could come at me, and then I’d be protected- she’s fucking aggressive, so that may be the way to go-

But! If I get the first strike-

You don’t get to finish that thought, Tim suddenly smacking into the side of the doorway and making Cross whip around.

You don’t hesitate.



Your hammer makes contact with the back of her head, bouncing off harmlessly.

POLKA DOT: Gotcha!
 

The whistle blows, the synthesizer doing a wide hand motion alongside it.

ORTHO: That’s a wrap!
ORTHO: Tim and Silk Ribbon take the win!
POLKA DOT: Now that’s what I’m talking about!
TIMOTHY: W…woo!

Devo finally manages to catch up to Tim, tapping him on the head.

DEVO: Oh, we are having a talk about that.
TIMOTHY: S…sorry…
DEVO: It’s okay, just-
DEVO: On the battlefield, I’m having you fucking carry me instead.
TIMOTHY: A-alright…
 

The bear helps your friend up with a grunt, the dog giving him an apologetic head bonk.

TIMOTHY: I’m sorry.
DEVO: We’ll talk later, alright?
TIMOTHY: Promise.

ORTHO: Alright you four, head on outta there. C’mon.
 

They hold back the net for everyone to clear out.


Your party heads out with a spring in their step, though Devo looks a little winded.

ORTHO: Alright. Line up for me. Order doesn’t matter.
 

Cross steps forward first, then Devo, then Tim, and yourself at the back.

…for some reason, you feel nervous.



Ortho makes their way in front of you all.

ORTHO: Alright. Reviews, tips, whatever you wanna call it.
ORTHO: Willow.
 

Cross stands up straight, nodding.

ORTHO: Good use of speed and your weight to pounce on something like you did.
ORTHO: You’ve got a lotta physical capability, too; plenty of raw strength.
ORTHO: But your fundamentals need work, and it seems like you have trouble in stand-offs.
ORTHO: It’d pay to be more aggressive during a fight, you got the force and defense to back it up.
ORTHO: …And cut back on the flirtin’ when you’re in a real fight, alright?
ORTHO: Same goes for your favorite duck.
ORTHO: Easy way to get distracted and get killed. Things out there aren’t gonna hesitate.
CROSSBONE: R-right!
 

She shoots you a sheepish look, which you shrug back at. Not much you can do about it now.

CROSSBONE: I can try to get my aggression up.
CROSSBONE: I figure a real fight will be a lot different…
ORTHO: Hundred percent.
ORTHO: I’d love to give you all some more trainin’ beforehand, but seeing as you’re headin’ out so soon; not time to do much.
ORTHO: Try to keep diligent.

ORTHO: Next up…
 

They step to the side.

ORTHO: Devo.
DEVO: …hey.
 

He looks even more nervous than you feel. Way more, actually.

Even though he was having fun a second ago, something about the situation’s got him tense.

DEVO: H…how bad did I screw up, hah…
 

The synthesizer shakes their equivalent of a head.

ORTHO: Who said anything about you screwin’ up?
 

Devo slouches a little.

DEVO: Sorry, just…
DEVO: Get self conscious when lined up like this.
ORTHO: Devo, you’ve got some serious speed with your strikes; just bein’ honest.
ORTHO: That knife I assume you picked out is a great choice for that sort of fightin’ style.
ORTHO: And you demonstrated good intuition on opportunistically getting in hits whenever you see an opening. When the enemy’s distracted, lookin’ away, all that.
ORTHO: You’re very suited to bein’ a close-range fighter, though I think quiet ambushes would suit you well.
ORTHO: I know movin’ fast can be difficult for you, but that’s not somethin’ you really need with how you fight.
ORTHO: I’d say work on tryin’ to move slower, stay stealthy.
ORTHO: If you spot routes you can use to flank your opponent - that is, goin’ around behind ‘em or beside ‘em where they’re less likely to see you comin’ - use ‘em.
ORTHO: That sorta stuff could be your greatest strength: Move slow, quiet, deliberate.
ORTHO: Sneak up behind ‘em while one of your friends distracts ‘em, and hit ‘em where it hurts.
ORTHO: So, try n’ work on that sort of approach. I bet it’d work well for ya.
ORTHO: That, and you’ve gotta work on your confidence.
ORTHO: Not just sayin’ that cause it’d be good for your head - though, that too - but…
ORTHO: In a fight, if your thoughts are all jumbled up with how much you think you Can’t do this, it’ll make it that much harder to do much of anything.
ORTHO: Just focus on what you can do, apply it to the situation, and don’t leave room to doubt yourself.
ORTHO: In a fight, you don’t have the luxury to dwell on that kinda stuff.
 

Devo blinks, clearly taking all of the information in.

DEVO: …thanks, Ortho.
DEVO: I…I’ll try.
 

Even with his trepidation, you can tell he’s perked up after that.

Seems like solid advice, too…

Ortho nods, then steps over.

ORTHO: Tim.
 

Tim looks nervous, just like Devo was- but something tells you it’s for entirely different reasons.

TIMOTHY: Go for it.
ORTHO: First off: Don’t feel bad about losin’ to Roulette.
ORTHO: Using a longsword against somethin’ like a scythe is gonna be challenging as hell on its own.
ORTHO: You combine that tiny bridge you were on, where you couldn’t really maneuver to the side to get in close or back up to get more room…
ORTHO: You’ve got a recipe for disaster on your end, even moreso with how Roulette handles that thing. It’s got experience with that I haven’t seen in a good long while.
ORTHO: That really seemed to shake you, so wanted to tell you front and center: Not your fault, and you did great considering the situation.
ORTHO: Though, I think a rush straight at it could’ve helped out there, in a situation like that.
ORTHO: Maybe even a grab. If you managed to get in close, you’d have the advantage, but it’s tough either way.
ORTHO: …Movin’ on.
ORTHO: You’ve got real good precision with that weapon, especially in the moment.
ORTHO: And your movements look pretty good, can tell you’ve had some practice - got a good sense of what to swing for and how to adapt in the moment.
ORTHO: But keep in mind - a sword is one of the most versatile weapons out there.
ORTHO: There’s a hell of a lot of… stances and swings and all that to try out.
ORTHO: I think you’d do a lot better utilizing that weapon of yours to its full potential.
ORTHO: The more approaches you have, the more likely you are to use the best one in just about any situation.
ORTHO: So that’s part of your homework, get some of that under your belt before you leave.
ORTHO: Practice ‘em, add ‘em to what you can do, and be thinkin’ about when to apply what.

ORTHO: Last thing we gotta talk about: That anger of yours.
 

Tim’s ears droop.

TIMOTHY: H..hah, yeah…
TIMOTHY: I’ll…try to keep it more in check.
ORTHO: I think ya can use it in combat.
ORTHO: …Maybe.
ORTHO: See, thing is, you were hittin’ much harder when you were lettin’ that out.
ORTHO: Bit faster, too, looked like.
ORTHO: Though, looked like a lotta your focus went out the window. Not nearly as precise when you’re goin’ off like that.
ORTHO: So, learn to know when to use it, and when to keep it in check.
ORTHO: If your back’s against the wall and you just need to take out a monster that’s come at ya?
ORTHO: Go all out.
ORTHO: If you need to keep smarter, keep yourself more versatile, then keep it together.
ORTHO: Most importantly, though?
ORTHO: Learn to work through those emotions more outside of combat.
ORTHO: If you go into a fight and all that’s been bubbling up in ya for weeks without you workin’ through it?
ORTHO: You’re gonna get stuck in that without thinkin’. Get yourself hurt, or get someone else hurt.
ORTHO: Learn to work it out - for your head and for the practical value - outside combat, and channel it when ya need it.
 

Tim seems taken aback, at first, having expected a scolding more than…well, coaching.

TIMOTHY: Th…thank you.
TIMOTHY: I’ll do my best.
TIMOTHY: Thanks.
 

Onto the next.

ORTHO: Silk Ribbon.
 

You’re still nervous, even after seeing everyone get constructive critique.

What if I’ve lost my touch? Did I even- do I even have that? Fuck-

POLKA DOT: …yep.
ORTHO: You got a lot of raw ability in you.
ORTHO: Plenty of confidence, and I can tell you’ve got experience under your belt based on how you move.
ORTHO: That’ll do you well, no doubt about it.
ORTHO: But when I say ‘raw’, I mean that.
ORTHO: You’ve had a lot of direct experience, but seems like not a lotta training.
ORTHO: Your positioning, how you use your weapon, all that, could use a lot more creative thinkin’, I’d say. Bit too passive, too.
ORTHO: Seemed to me like you were havin’ trouble takin’ this training seriously, so maybe you’d have more luck out there.
ORTHO: But can’t deny that it doesn’t seem like you went into your fights with all that much of a plan.
ORTHO: Ya gotta think ahead a bit more when you’re out there. Plan out what to do, where to go; how to move, how to strike.
ORTHO: You’ve got a claw hammer; one hell of a tool; blunt, raw breaking power with one end, and a sharp, curved spike on the other.
ORTHO: I’d say swing wider to get more momentum into your strikes. Bet you’ll hit a lot harder.
ORTHO: Either way, don’t be afraid to use it in all sorts of situations when you’re out in the field; to attack and as a tool.
ORTHO: Not to mention all that taunting of yours.
ORTHO: That’s a hell of a skill. Serious.
ORTHO: If you know how to pull enemies over to you well, and it seemed like ya did…
ORTHO: Then you can absolutely open up opportunities for your friends in the middle of a fight.
ORTHO: You don’t have much in the way of stealth, but I’d say the opposite approach is better for ya anyway.
ORTHO: So don’t try to sneak around too much like Devo can.
ORTHO: One of your main tactics should be tryin’ to draw enemies to You instead of your friends.
ORTHO: Just make sure you get your brain workin’ before ya do: Extremely important to have a plan before you call a monster over..
ORTHO: You’ll have a lot of control at where to position the enemy; make sure you make ‘em as vulnerable as possible to your friends.
ORTHO: All in all, I think you got great potential in coordination.
ORTHO: And if you work on thinkin’ a little more in a fight; how you move, how you use that hammer of yours, where to draw the enemy?
ORTHO: You’ll have the whole battlefield at your control.
ORTHO: Don’t waste that.
 

That’s a lot of information…

Your head is swimming trying to parse it all, but as the words sink in, you realize this is exactly what you need. Solid strategy to work with, and-

There’s something nice about the idea of being able to protect your friends while being a cocky little shit. You kinda like that.

POLKA DOT: Think I can follow through with that…
POLKA DOT: You really think I’ve got all that potential?
ORTHO: Yep.
ORTHO: All of you do.
ORTHO: Just gotta work on your weak spots and refine everything together with each other.
ORTHO: If you apply all this as a team?
ORTHO: Nothin’s gonna stop you.
 

You grin.

POLKA DOT: We’ll make sure of it.
DEVO: What about Roulette?
DEVO: I could, uh…probably pass on some stuff.
ORTHO: Roulette?
ORTHO: …whoof…
 

They rub their ‘temple.’

ORTHO: Where to start…
 

They stand up a little straighter, thinking.

ORTHO: Don’t think I’ve ever seen someone be so simultaneously talented in combat while also bein’ as unnecessarily risky as possible
ORTHO: It’s focused, adaptable, and has reaction time to spare. Near-perfect movement, too.
ORTHO: …But if any of you five were gonna get killed out there? Make a mistake that costs your life?
 

It takes a pause.

ORTHO: …I’d bet on Roulette. No offense meant.
 

Devo’s face pales, but he says nothing.

Probably thinking about how to rephrase that. Jeez.

Ortho picks up on the expression, explaining.

ORTHO: Don’t get me wrong. It can handle itself, I saw plenty from just that one match.
ORTHO: But it put itself in a vulnerable position multiple times just to get a hit in, or prevent one of y’all from takin’ one.
ORTHO: I think it bein’ able to protect others is good, even with a bit of risk at times.
ORTHO: But if that’s what it leans into. Every time. Always…
ORTHO: …Well.
ORTHO: Let’s just say that’s no good way to stay alive.
ORTHO: …Beyond that, don’t wanna go too negative with this.
ORTHO: Y’know how Ribbon’s got all that big potential for control on the battlefield?
ORTHO: Roulette has that, but with opponents instead. Especially in a one-on-one fight.
ORTHO: I think if I was to set you all up in one-on-one fights, in a training setting, with everyone givin’ it their all?
ORTHO: Roulette would find a way to outplay and outmaneuver everybody.
ORTHO: Might even give me a run for my money. Hell of a duelist.
ORTHO: And it can coordinate pretty well, but…like I talked about before: Only by puttin’ itself more at risk.
ORTHO: And in the long run, that’s not gonna help anybody.
ORTHO: Another big point…
ORTHO: Does seem like it gets nervous…easily. Even without much goin’ on.
ORTHO: Though, I don’t really think that’s from fightin’. Couldn’t tell ya there.
ORTHO: But it was real eager to bail on trainin’, and seemed like it was gettin’ more and more stressed the longer that first match went on.
ORTHO: The longer it was around in general, if I’m bein’ honest.
ORTHO: …Felt like watchin an egg tumblin’ down stairs. Like it could crack and fall apart any time, and you’re just…waitin’ to see when.
ORTHO: Stressed me out a li’l just watchin’.
ORTHO: Might be me seein’ things, readin’ too much into it. It’s definitely harder to read than most.
ORTHO: But bein’ a bundle of nerves is dangerous when your life’s on the line.

 

The party’s quiet for a good few moments.

CROSSBONE: …is there anything we could, like…
CROSSBONE: Do to help that?
 

Devo shakes his head.

DEVO: Roulette doesn’t accept help from pretty much anybody if it can help it.
DEVO: I’d like to hear if there’s anything we can do too, because, like-
DEVO: I believe in it. I think it can go the whole way with us.
DEVO: But I don’t think it’s going to accept that easy.
DEVO: If there’s anything you’ve got, Ortho…it’s gotta be something good. Something that can break through that.
DEVO: …though I’d do just about anything to help it out, there.
 

The synthesizer scratches the side of their head.

ORTHO: …Buddy, I’m-
ORTHO: I’m about one-fourth as qualified as anyone else to tackle this kinda thing.
ORTHO: I’m a combat trainer, not a head shrink.
ORTHO: Maybe stuff to help it relax more? Stuff it might like to do.
ORTHO: Does it like pizza?
ORTHO: Pizza relaxes me.
 

They judge Devo’s expression.

ORTHO: …Yeah, didn’t think that’d do it.
ORTHO: Maybe ask Laurie? If he knows somebody who might know more?
ORTHO: …Though there’s also the fact that you’d be doin’ all this without your friend knowin’, I’m guessin’.
ORTHO: Not sure how much it’d appreciate that, but I don’t know it personally, so…
 

Ortho shrugs.

ORTHO: Sorry I can’t help more. Not my field.
ORTHO: …And keep in mind, take anything I’m sayin’ that isn’t combat advice with a grain of salt.
ORTHO: I’m no expert, I’ve just seen different issues crop up in the field enough to spot things sometimes.
ORTHO: But I can be wrong just as often.
ORTHO: So…yeah, take this easy.
 

The synthesizer awkwardly glances up at the clock on the wall.

ORTHO: …Got other trainees I gotta go meet with.
ORTHO: Good sessions, y’all. Keep at it.
ORTHO: Find me if ya need me before ya go.
 

Everyone says an equally awkward thank you all at once, somewhat overwhelmed by all this information.
With a wave, Ortho makes their way out and down the hall.

POLKA DOT: We’ll keep in touch!





 

Your party files out after collecting your weapons, standing outside the doors and taking everything in.

CROSSBONE: That…was a lot.
DEVO: Mm…
 

The bear clearly looks sidetracked, as if the talk about Roulette turned his mood around for the worse immediately.

TIMOTHY: H-hey…
 

Tim rests his paw on his partner’s shoulder, managing a soft expression.

TIMOTHY: Ortho said you did awesome.
TIMOTHY: And I bet we’re gonna work great as a team- Roulette too.
DEVO: Yeah, I know…
 

He’s able to give a soft look back.

DEVO: I just worry, yknow?
DEVO: It’s my best friend.
TIMOTHY: We’ll make it work.
 

Cross rocks back and forth on her feet, trying to figure out a way to break the tension.

CROSSBONE: O-oh!
CROSSBONE: Why don’t we go out to eat while we’re all the way out here?
CROSSBONE: My treat!
POLKA DOT: I could go for a bite…
DEVO: Same here, but it’s gotta be close by.
TIMOTHY: I think I saw a ramen bar next door?
TIMOTHY: …granted, I barely know what ramen is, but I’m pretty sure it’s food-
DEVO: It’s food.
TIMOTHY: Ramen, then.
WILLOW: No complaints here, then!
WILLOW: Ribbon?
 

You don’t know what ramen is either.

POLKA DOT: Yeah, why not.
 

The four of you head out, the cold hitting you with an icy blast.

POLKA DOT: God, this sucks-
DEVO: Let’s get next door before my legs start giving in.
TIMOTHY: I’ll carry you on the way home if you need it!
DEVO: You better.
 

The ramen place has a welcoming exterior, with lots of signs advertising current deals and a cute fabric awning up above the door.

Cross can’t help but let out a whistle-like beep.

CROSSBONE: That kind of fabric doesn’t come cheap…this place is fancy.
CROSSBONE: The prices on the signs don’t look bad, though.
CROSSBONE: Probably something to draw people in…
 

You’re already holding the door open for everybody, too eager about the prospect of chowing down.

CROSSBONE: Oh! Thank you!
TIMOTHY: Thanks, Ribbon!
 

Devo just gives you an appreciative nod.

Just as quickly as the cold air hit on your way out, the warm air hits you again on your way in.

DEVO: Oh, thank god.

 

The server’s a…very round- practically spherical- two toned toy made of some kind of speckled rubber material.

Bouncy ball, maybe?

Their smile widens as the four of you make your way in, gesturing to some open tables just outside of the entry way. It’s a nice restaurant, though smaller than you would have expected- most people are at a bar towards the back, with just a few seating places aside.

SERVER: Come on in- table for four?
DEVO: Booth would be good, if you have one…
 

The server looks over their shoulder and gives an affirmative gesture.

SERVER: Expecting more?
DEVO: Just want to text a friend to check when we sit down…
SERVER: Easy! Let me get you seated…
 

When you’ve made your way in and gotten seated in the rather cushy booths, everyone seems to let out a sigh of relief. It’d been such a long day, even if you’d only been at it for a few hours.

The menu itself looks like it’s full of- oh shit, noodles! Ramen’s noodles? Noodle soup? That sounds awesome!

Cross takes note of the growing smile on your face and giggles.

CROSSBONE: Do you want my recommendation?
POLKA DOT: You bet.
CROSSBONE: I think the spicy ramen sounds pretty good. Are you good with hot stuff?
POLKA DOT: Only one way to find out.
 

Devo- who had settled down in between you and Tim- looks down at his phone with a sigh. You manage to sneakily get a peek-

Looks like some from a bit ago-
Some from walking over-
Another one just now-
And-

Devo asking it, but...no response.

DEVO: Yeah, Roulette’s not coming, unfortunately.
DEVO: I’ll just bring it back an appetizer or something- that okay, Willow?
CROSSBONE: Mhm!
 

As everyone looks over their menus and starts picking out their choice of miniatures, the server comes back around and takes the order.

It’s nice, finally getting a break…

…but it looks like people are awkward about actually talking.

Cmon, this is my adventuring party…

I gotta have something to chat about!