hopefully abaxcity

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Fucking mun. Let's chat. Well "chat" in that stupid way where I talk to myself and don't get any straight answers out of you. So really, it's more like I'm talking to myself to get things straight! Kekekeke!

So this city. Eternal night, fucked up electricity, no way to get cameras out there, no functional computer, gotta scavenge for food, plastic zombies, none of my guns, and no real place to play football!! ... You're killing me! Cutting me off from all my resources! Prettttyy sadistic, if you ask me.



Challenge accepted.

I do hope you're up for it, damn mun. No skimping out on my book of threats this time! I want that shit organized alphabetically.

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I don't know who that is, damn blueberry! Kekeke! It's how I laugh!

... Football. Foot. Ball. Also known on the internet as "handegg", kekeke! Cause the ball looks like this -- [and he has a football for some reason. He tosses the oblong ball to the weird blue girl] It's a sport where you have two teams, fighting to get this ball down a field! It's the best sport.

[drawsfromwater]

[She knows her coloring is bluish, but saying she's a blueberry sounds like saying she's Elf food. She growls.] I say my coloring is better than pale skin that stands out in the night.

[Ugarit catches the football, then raises it to her face to sniff at it.] Not even made of feet! What use is the ball-carrying on the field? Sounds like some test for rankless Orcs.

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Kekekeke! Don't take it so personally, blueberry! It's just a nickname. Harmless~

No, it's made of plastic. Used to be made of leather. [he rolls his eyes] The point is it's fun! Ever heard of "fun"?

[drawsfromwater]

My name is Ugarit, pale-face. You laugh like Northerner Bitch.

[She tries tasting the plastic with the tip of her tongue.] Plastic. Stuff of wizardry.

[She doesn't understand the proper form to pass, so she heaves the ball back two-handed.] I know fun.

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Hiruma, blueberry. Pleasure's all mine! [and have an exaggerated bow to go with it]

Nooo. It's the stuff of hydrocarbons. Gas, oil, vasoline-- Don't lick it, you freak!

[catches it. Pah, what a sad little pass] So what do YOU do for fun? Churn butter? Chase a hoop with a stick? Kekekeke!

[drawsfromwater]

Hih-Ruh-Mah White-berries. [Snorted laugh.] I am advantageous to know.

Wizard-speak.

I am not some Mannish farm-wife! You want to play? [She draws a pair of knives, from sheaths strapped to waist and thigh.]

[yaha]

[White berries? Well duh his balls are white. His skin is white. B|] Very good, blueberry. I'll give you a cookie for your work.

Science.

Woah! Hold on there. One of those serious types, huh? [but his nonchalance doesn't preclude the fact that he's pulled out one of his many guns. But this one is more for blocking those knives than shooting] One of those fucking warrior princesses. Kekeke.

[drawsfromwater]

[Fang-bearing smirk.]

I am no princess. I earn my rank.

What kind of toy is that?

[yaha]

[He smirks right back, with his mouth full of sharp, shark-like teeth]

I see. Aren't YOU tough.

This? This is a Benelli M4 Super 90. Italian made semi-automatic shotgun. But as far as you're concerned, blueberry? This is my boomstick. I'm not here for fucking violence, so relax.

[drawsfromwater]

[That clarifies almost nothing.] Boom-stick? Is it a weapon? Does it use black powder or radio-action? Uh. [She's trying to remember the Wizard-speech.] Rocks that radiate?

[She slouches.] I was just gonna carve a bit. Relax.

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It does this. [Hiruma grabs a remote from his pocket and presses a button on it. In the distance, a target appears. How? Because it's Hiruma, that's how. He takes the gun and fires it at the target, showing that it leaves a nice peppering of bullet marks] It uses gas to fire projectiles at high speeds. They're not radioactive!

I prefer to not be carved up, thanks.

[drawsfromwater]

[Ugrait watches with interest. Then wrinkles her nose.] Gas can work missile weapons? [Snortle.]

No good for hunting. Makes too many holes in the hide and flesh. Is it for war?

[Ugarit returns one knife to its sheath on her thigh and secures its strap with tie and toggle.] Not your kind of play?

Do you fish?

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You'd be surprised what gas can do under high pressure in small spaces. [he switches back on the safety of the gun and puts it over his shoulder] It's for hunting fast things, like deer and birds, so you don't have to be as accurate. Or for shooting people! Kekekeke! [now that he DOES that.]

Nope. If I'm injured, I can't play football.

[that's a random question] I've never tried it.

[drawsfromwater]

If one cannot be accurate, one is not best suited to hunting.

It is strange sport this football. Moving a plastic ball through a field.

I say fishing is good sport. It shows patience, good vision, quick response. It produces food.

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Accuracy, huh? Kekeke. Well, I'm accurate. But I like all sorts of guns. They all have their uses.

It's almost like a war game. It's not just moving the ball down the field. There are rules. You have to be crafty, fucking blueberry! Power, speed, and tactics! You need them all.

You talking about fishing with a pole? Because that just requires you have good bait and a lot of time. Now something like bowfishing... I could go for that. Kekeke!!

[drawsfromwater]

War-game? It is a kind of sparring? Or, there are opponents and obstacles?

I can fish with hands, but looks and lines are good for deeper water.

[yaha]

Your opponent is the other team! They're gonna try and stop you from getting the ball to the other side, whether by tackling you, or blocking your passes. My right arm had a compound fracture from this game, and smaller injuries are common as hell! Hehehe!

With your hands? Pretty primal, fucking blueberry!