seeking weapons @ fortitude forums

[koyo]

Hola,

I'm a Player this round and I'm looking for weapons. If you become my weapon I promise:

* All of your rights
* Three meals a day
* Hugs and kisses everyday

If you're interested, come find me at the Battle Arena. I'm heading there right now.




By the way, my name is Antonio.

Comments

[traces]

[ She glances down at her hand... A shield has appeared there. She smiles. ] Yes, it's here! My, the Exaclan technology is very impressive, isn't it?

[koyo]

I'm not sure how it works but it is impressive.

Hey, do you know what your weapon is, Dahlia?

[traces]

Ah... I believe it's a dagger. I'm not sure why, but I know that...

I purchased an upgrade for it yesterday, but I'm not sure what it does. [ She lifts her right hand to show him the ring on her third finger, with the faded teardrop symbol upon it. ]

[koyo]

( A dagger. Short and perhaps not the strongest weapon but easy to use and still effective. He can work with that. He leans closer to see the ring. )

If it's an upgrade it must be a good thing though, right? I'll have to read that book. . . ( Some day. Eventually. Tomorrow. ) Can I see your weapon?

[traces]

Yes, I think so.

Ah... A-all right. If you'd like to...

[koyo]

( Approaching her, trying not to seem intimidating. Because you know, drawing weapons from people's chests is only slightly awkward and not exactly normal. )

It shouldn't hurt but if it does, let me know, okay? ( And he places a hand to her chest to draw the weapon. )

[traces]

[ She winces and squeezes her eyes shut as the dagger appears from her chest. It doesn't hurt, but it does feel a little odd... ]

It--it feels weird...

[koyo]

( Spain feels odd and he isn't even the one having a knife pulled out of him. Once it's drawn, he holds it and turns it over in his hands, )

I'm sorry. How do you feel now? You don't need to rest now or anything, do you. . .

[traces]

[ She puts one hand to her chest and clenches her uniform top, looking down at the weapon in his hands. ]

N-no, it doesn't hurt or anything... It feels all right now.

[koyo]

That's good. . . Ah, I can't imagine it feeling normal at all. ( With his finger nail, he gives the blade a light tap. ) It's a pretty dagger, don't you think?

[traces]

Ack! [ She winces. Why does it hurt when he does that? Not too badly, but her Durability is low... ] Um... Y-yes! It's... The design is very beautiful...

[koyo]

( This might be a problem. He doesn't notice at all at first, too busy checking out the knife. He does, however, catch onto the change in tone, )

Is something wrong?

[traces]

It's just... I-I could feel it, Mr. Antonio. Wh-when you tapped the weapon with your finger.

[koyo]

. . . Really? ( Looking at Dahlia. And then the knife. Then Dahlia. Then back. And again. ) . . . How did it feel?

[traces]

...It... it hurt, just a little.

1/4

[koyo]

( It. . . )

[koyo]

It hurt?

[koyo]

( Wait, is that why Britannia-- )

[koyo]

( Think about Britannia later. Only Dahlia for now. )

I'm sorry!

[traces]

P-please don't be! You couldn't have known!

[ She doesn't care that he couldn't have known; if he pulls that again, he's going to regret it. If he causes her even the slightest amount of pain... ]

It... it wasn't that severe. I shouldn't be complaining, not after you were kind enough to accept me as your Weapon.

[koyo]

I'll be careful, I promise. ( But if they have to fight, how careful can he really be. ) No, no, I should thank you. . .

Ah, and that reminds me. As promised, you can have your rights and eat what you want. . .

[traces]

O-oh, that's right... I appreciate it very much, Mr. Antonio. If you could just... write me a permission slip, I suppose?

[koyo]

Huh? You want a note too. . . ? Sí, of course. ( After Britannia asked him earlier, he's come prepared this time around with pen and a small notepad. He begins to scrawl out a basic note along the lines of, "I, Antonio Fernandez-Carriedo give Dahlia permission to do as she pleases." As he writes he'll ask, ) Is there anything else i can do for you?

[traces]

Ah, no, sir. I can't think of anything else at all. Except... May I please have my weapon back?

[koyo]

( What. )

Oh! Right, sí, of course. Ah. . . ( How did he do this last time. Okay, okay, so he has to ~will it away~ so. . . brb, thinking very hard about sending the weapon back. It really isn't that hard to send it back but he has to make it complicated. )