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Pine Garden
Break:
Nero
"Uh.... thanks, i.. guess?"
Cocking her head, slightly puzzled at the demonette's tangent, Nero turned back around, pointing toward a marble rooftop in the distance.
"It's not too far now, let's go!"
YOLF:
Justice
Pine Garden, 10:00 AM
A few things hadn't gone unnoticed for Justice in the short time he'd been here, and then the day and half since meeting his new roommate. Dubious living disparities from one district to the next, but also within, and the many that took advantage of these gaps to enrich themselves, for a couple of them.
As a consequence of these, there was no shortage of industries specialized in the production and distribution of instruments of death, cold and loud and hand-portable. But these were not suited for what he wanted this morning. No, what he wanted was a place that knew personalized, custom weapons, built and maintained in a specialized environment. A place that catered to bounty hunters, to monster killers, and people like him. He had a feeling there were one or two around, and he was right.
The sign outside read "Lucky Arms", and the tanned, curly haired lady behind the counter had scratched, thick arms that spoke of decades of gun-handling and metalworking.
Justice grunted in acnowledgement, and with a metallic swish withdrew both his massive sword and his absurd gun, depositing them both across the counter with twin thunks. There was... another thing, but these were his priority for the moment.
"I need these cleaned up and maintained, and I'll take the materials to do it myself later," he said, nodding.
The lady's eyebrows arched up as she reached for the weapons.
"Not a time waster, are ya? Welcome to the shop, by the by" she said, and picked up Pity, turning it in her hand - with some effort - until she could slide the cylinder out. The shopkeep opened her mouth like she was about to gasp as it rolled metallically. "A ten-shooter? Eesh. Who even does that for this caliber..."
The rider shrugged while she observed the weapon in-between shooting him inquiring glances. She was surprised, but not too surprised - more like amazed. Perhaps he could still make good calls after all.
yinsukin:
Aruna
Aruna merely smiled at Nero's confusion, amused at the thought of a human ruler being so willing to so openly express their own confusion. Perhaps this whole excursion would be fun after all.
Shooting ahead like a rocket, she almost ran into the extravagently decorated walls of the house. Instead, she halted her flight path, staring up at the building, even as she floated far above the gound. The ancient architecture looked completely out of place in a modern human city, but the design gave her a strange sense of nostalgia. There was a strange akward growing period for the humans, just as they found themselves high on the power of light. Organized forces, weapons forged from the light's power, the very light itself being used to illuminate the darkness. It was pretty fun to jump into an army of them and toss them around or toy with their so called warrior pride. They were actually rather quick to flee...
"I wonder if this is a popular place," she said, thinking aloud. Her body slowly decended to the ground, each flap audible for several meters in the silent night sky.
yinsukin:
Suerte
9:55am
Wandering around the streets of pine guardian, she found herself thinking back to the last few days. She still couldn't believe what happened to her, or what she had done. It all felt so surreal. Meeting Vanilla, trying to learn from her, doing all of those things with her. She hadn't had an encounter that impacted so quickly since the death of her parents. Although, at least with that instance, the emotions were more straightforward. This strange city... why was everything so different...?
The cowgirl was dressed in her normal outfit, that blue top that showed off her cleavage, as well as a tight skirt that revealed her midriff and most importantly showed off her legs and ass to the world. Suerte rubbed her belly, the detail of her abs allowing the reality of her situation to sink in. She was here to stay.
At the very least, she had this moment of peace to think.
Taking a deep breath, she scanned her surroundings, looking at the people passing, the birds chirping, the sun peaking over the heavens. Even the warm breeze touching her exposed skin warmed her heart ever so slightly. There was a simple joy in breathing, a simple pleasure in being alive. The hustle and bustle of the city could not change that. There were just more people around to share it with.
Just as that thought sunk in, she caught the eye of a "Lucky Guns." The cowgirl smirked as she turned her attention to the store.
10:00am
The cowgirl walked in, keeping her footsteps silent as she intentionally eavesdropped on the conversation. A giddy warmth in her chest pushed her lips out, causing her to flash a smug grin. Looking at the man from behind, he seemed like one of her kind, a cowboy like her. "I do," she said, jumping into the conversation. "I've worked on bad boys like these since I was a lass."
YOLF:
Justice
The rider's silver eyes gleamed when he turned to face the new arrival in tandem with the shopkeeper. The latter's lips curled at the girl, and she bellowed, "This is more movement than I usually get in the mornings, but I hope it's not for stealing my clientele."
The woman turned to Justice, setting down the revolver back on the counter. "I was admiring it, but it's not like I've never worked on one like this before. I can load you up with some special bullets once I'm done if you like," she said, and picked up the sword, lifting it horizontally to the counter, running her gaze over its straightness and edge.
Justice grunted in agreement, and tilting his head towards the wild-west seeming girl, asked, "You sounds like an expert in overweight firearms. What are you usually packing?"
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