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 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. )

[traces]

[ Huh. That didn't feel like anything at all. She puts a hand to her chest and looks downward. ]

This is all very unusual...

[koyo]

It worked? I mean, sí, of course it worked. ( YEAH ) It is, isn't it? It's almost like magic. . .

[traces]

It's like nothing I've ever seen before. But magic doesn't exist, of course...

[koyo]

. . . Right. Of course, magic isn't real. ( Haha, why did he even mention magic. ) But something is at work here. We'll just have to figure out what together, no?

[traces]

R-right! I'll trust you one hundred percent, Mr. Antonio. I'm sure we can do it!