Blinked and They Missed It
winnerz lounge
SMajor
now that we know about CG should we ambush him? --------------|
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MARTYN |
maybe not right now each of us have had some sort of punch @ him -|
and literally none of us have won lmao
Joel
on xelquas head please let me fight him please please pleaseplasepalselpasepalseplawe
pearl
no.
MARTYN
fffuck no
SMajor
drinking acid is probably better for you ^-^
Joel
thats because it is.. idiot
pearl
it's not a good idea.
grain is blessed by xelqua's power remember?
Joel
die
SMajor
were all dead?!?
MARTYN
we are dead moron!
MARTYN
we're also so in sync 😍
SMajor
*gags*
anyways if you want I can go stalk grain or something
can pretend to be some paper boy or something!
Joel
fuck you!
but yes please do
pearl
guys i think his name is grian
Joel
shut up
MARTYN
shut up
SMajor
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Joel
whth????
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"I wanna go weapon shopping!~" Gem sings, twirling into the living room and wearing a new sweatshirt Grian had never seen before; sage green with a bright yellow tulip embroidered on the front, "Oh! Uh, am I interrupting something? I'll just go back outside..." she mumbles upon seeing him and Scar in a mildly compromising position. Grian was lying on the couch, head in Scar's lap while Scar dozed off, somehow sitting up straight.
"Wait, wait wait -- No! We're not doing anything, come back!" Grian yelped, shooting up from Scar's lap and zipping towards the door, catching it before Gem could open it and disappear out the other side.
Scar yawns, waking up, and briefly glancing at Gem before gasping dramatically. "Oh, oh! Nononono! Gem, you've misunderstood," he says, waving his hands.
"Misunderstood... Uh-huh.." Gem hums dubiously, but she quickly switches topics, maybe due to wanting to save Grian's dignity, "Anyway, I really wanna go weapon shopping! I know it's kind of illegal, but there's a booth near the Boundaries and you know..."
"Gem! I don't want you to spend all your money in one day," says Scar in an accusatory tone, a thick layer of sleepiness in his voice. Grian nods in agreement, it'd be tragic for Gem to break the bank.
"I know! But, those stocks that I invested in randomly blew up! And it tragically hit me that I'm probably not going to live long enough to make it to retirement, so I'm spending them right now!..." she drawls, starting to pace around the room to make her point.
"You invested in stocks?" Grian asks with a huff of laughter. Gem makes a strange face before bursting out into laughter.
"No! Sorry, I didn't. I just heard of the pop-up shop and wanted to go." she laughs, a sweet smile on her lips.
Scar raises his eyebrows, an impressed grin on his pretty face before reaching into his back pocket to grab his phone, "Pop-up shop? Woah, that's double illegal. How did you even find that shop without being arrested on the spot?"
Gem shrugs, "I just downloaded a third-party browser and prayed I wouldn't get a virus."
"Oi, you shouldn't use those browsers, I'm pretty sure it's illegal virtually everywhere in this... Erm, planet." Grian retorts, a jokingly serious look on his face. Watchers, please tell me you saw that and will bless me with good luck..?
You are the Watcher.
I know.
You can still dominate LIFE. Strike now, don't let the chance slip away.
...
For god's sake, leave me alone for three goddamn seconds. Just let me enjoy something for once.
You'll thank me later.
I know. I wish I didn't.
Someone was calling his name. Who was it? Everything was a little blurry, maybe he should stop having abrupt conversations with ██████.
...Who was he talking about again?
"-rian, Grian! Are you okay? You've been standing there like a pet rock." Scar calls out, shaking him from his thoughts. Grian pulls a grin onto his face and nods in the same energetic manner Scar illuminated every second of the day. Scar has a lovely personality, now that Grian thinks about it more.
"Yeah, I'm good. What were you saying?" Grian says, trying to act very, very casual. He was hoping he didn't look suspicious, to which he probably didn't.
"We're gonna go to the weapon shop and were wondering if you'd like to come?" Gem inquires, tilting her head like a curious dog, "The place is only eight miles away, if distance is what you're worried about."
Weapons? Well, Grian could use something else than a stolen gun. "Oh, yeah. I'd love to go!"
"Lovely!" coos Scar, a light grin on his face. The tone Scar had used sent tiny little tingles down Grian spine; maybe Grian'll just have to act more ecstatic to get Scar to do his pleased voice or start an ASMR channel or something. Either would definitely work.
After a few more minutes of the trio conversing, Grian goes into the bathroom to pretend to shove his stinger into his backpack while Gem and Scar do their normal thing. Soon enough, the three of them were finally ready to leave, all looking like standardly normal human beings.
Grian was mildly disappointed that Scar had covered up the explosion mark going across his face... It gave him character! But, life's not fair -- he'd know, 'cause he'd basically created it.
Gem decides that using her car would be better, as she has more space, just in case one of them develops a magical shopping addiction and goes a bit over budget. He supposes that's fair, but Grian is starting to get attached to a certain black Honda.
Finally, Grian, Scar, and Gem hop into the car, with him and Scar in the backseat while Gem in the front.
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Just about 9 minutes later, they finally arrive to the weapon shop. Gem drags the two of them into a shady looking alley way, where the alley opens up to this patch in a forest. Colourful stands were put up everywhere.
"Pardon, does that one say 'Best Assassination Tools!?'" observed Grian. He squinted at the sign and the array of shiny, shiny daggers. Ones that he might even have to take for himself.
"Mhm, don't buy from there, the knives and guns may seem pretty, but the name of the place alone will get you arrested." scolded Gem, smirking and putting her hands on her hips, but clearly eyeing a booth on her left. She turns arouund and starts walking forward before remembering that Gem had taken two guests with her. She quickly reaches into her pocket and pulls out four crisp 100 dollar bills, "Sorry, here! Should be enough to buy one or two things. I'm gonna go check out that booth that says self-defense but I'll be honest, it's probably for anything but self-defense. See you two, and don't get up to any trouble!"
After Gem gives Grian and Scar a good reprimand for something they haven't done yet, she waves and jogs off to the booth, "Bye, have a great time!" bubbled Scar, rapidly waving after Gem, even though she wouldn't even see him waving anyway.
"Er, so what are we supposed to do again?" asks Grian after a few beats of Scar waving at a dissapearing Gem. Scar looks over and shrugs.
"I dunno, 'cause I use a bow I don't really need anything. How about you?"
"Okay.." Well, he could use something other than a gun... Aha! Over there! "How 'bout over there, with all the lovely glittery bits?" He waves at a blue tent with golden decor hanging off of the turf.
Scar looks over, nodding in approval, "That looks cool. I was gonna say we could go over there-" he stops talking to point to a desert themed tent. A collection of brass knuckles, tipped arrows, and little daggers sit on a table, obsidian and sparkling in the sun. It almost makes Grian wish he had brought his own pendant to fiddle with, "-but we can go there if you'd like."
That looks pretty. "...Alright, here's what we're gonna do. We can go there first, and then to the cool tent over there." Scar grins in approval, clapping his hands together. Grian looks at the seller in the blue tent, brown eyes meet his and the seller happily waves. Grian quickly waves back before nudging Scar and going over to the desert tent.
As they approach, Scar gasps in excitement. "Ohmygosh, G, they have tipped arrows, did you notice they had tipped arrows?" He squints at Grian, reading his expression before blinking and clearing his throat, "Don't answer that."
The lady who was running the booth looks up and smiles, "Welcome to Third LIFE, the only quality obsidian weapon producer, where we reuse boiling lava and turn it into the items you see on this table. Can I get you two started with anything?"
Grian peers at the table. The knuckles were neat, but he doesn't participate in hand-to-hand combat too often. The daggers were too close range, and he doesn't have a bow on hand. "...Scar, are you gonna get anything?"
"What effects are on these?" Scar asks, a hand hovering over the faintly glowing arrows.
"This one should be harming, and that one's poison. Can I help you to one?..." the seller pauses for a second, looking from Scar, to Grian, then to Scar again, "Couples get 25% off, since it's Saturday." she says quietly.
Grian can feel his face starting to warm up, hopefully from embarrassment, as his eyes fly wide open. He props himself up, standing up straighter, "Oh, no. Sorry ma'am you've gotten it complete- mph!?" he starts, before Scar's hand abruptly cuts him off.
"Yes, we're dating. I'll have six harming arrows, thank you." Scar says, a cunning smile on his face. He briefly looks at Grian, giving him a look that said 'sorry' before facing the seller again. Grian sighs, the souund muffled as he waits for Scar to finish his purchase.
Grian looks away for a second, line of sight drifting off to the trees behind the seller.
...
Did that shadow just change shapes?
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Scar had taken another 5 minutes to futilely barter with the woman, only to be turned down. He takes the price that he gets and the two quickly run off to the blue tent.
"Oh, another lovely pair of people coming to buy, nice to see you on this fine Saturday. Tell me if you wanna buy something!" The man that had waved to Grian from was now standing in front of him, leaning on the table. The man had a warm scottish accent with dusty brown hair, starkly contrasting the cold, blue eyes piercing his soul.
...Blue eyes? Weren't they brown? And is that crate back there shaking or is he simply going crazy?
"Yeah, what's that double-headed spear priced for back there? Er, is it even for sale?"
"You've got a good eye," the man chuckles, turning around to grab the bident, "It wasn't really selling, so it's at a pretty hefty discount right now. Just around 50% off."
"That wasn't selling?!" gasps Scar, eyebrows raised in shock.
The seller laughs, uncomfortably sweet, "Yep. Not a lot of people use these y'know? Especially because most people buy weapons here to... Do things that I don't relate to."
Grian blinks, did this dude just change the topic? "Price?"
"Yes, Er, two-fifty right now I'd wager. Or, if you pay in diamonds that's ten of those little gems."
Scar hands over the money, to which Grian reaches out for the spear, but the seller doesn't hand it over. "Sorry, this one's getting old and frankly, it's starting to chip. We can mail you one by tomorrow, you just have to give me your address, no shipping fee!"
"Ah," Grian stammers in confusion, what kind of seller doesn't inform their customers of that first?!
Scar seemingly hesitates too, but quickly gives in. "Yeah, it's Riverside Apartments, the one near Boardwalk's Coffee?"
The seller nods, a sly look on his face, "Lovely."
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Grian and Scar finally find Gem again after thirty minutes. She's standing in the middle of the place, looking around. A battleaxe is resting on her shoulder, laced with netherite and diamonds. "Oh, I've been looking for you two everywhere, ready to go back?"
"Yep, got some tipped arrows and- Woah, that's a big axe." Scar cuts himself off, eyeing the massive axe Gem was holding.
"That must of been expensive," Grian adds, eyes glued to the glittering blades.
Gem giggles, shifting the handle a little, "Maybe a little expensive, but it was so worth it!" she pauses, faltering, "Not sure if it's gonna fit in the trunk though."
"Hey, you don't know until you try!" Grian says, ready to get the hell out of the place.
As the three walk back to the car, he wonders what's up with that seller and whether it was wise to give a complete stranger their address.
No, Grian decides as he hops into the backseat, it most likely wasn't.