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![]() ![]() ❧ let's do this.
❧ optional scenario. As you're walking unsuspectingly through the city, you might feel a sharp but brief pain as something strikes you suddenly at any point on your body. It seems you've been shot - but where there might be a wound with any other weapon is a bright splash of paint instead, glowing faintly with magic. Our modern-Earth savvy friends might be able to recognize this as the work of a paintball gun, complete with that particular sting that isn't anywhere near unbearable but is still really unpleasant all the same. If you aren't quick to figure out what's happening, you might be struck by another paintball, or perhaps even several at the same time. As the colorful paint splashes across your clothes (will that come out in the wash later?), you'll feel compelled to interesting effects depending on the color: orange: you finger-guns at the first person you see. yellow: you sing and hold a note for five seconds. green: you sneeze. blue: you fart. purple: you cry. :( The more paintballs you're struck by, the sharper your eye, or perhaps even simply from picking up on the juvenile nature of the pranks themselves, some of you might catch the culprits darting around corners and giggling as they run past. Young children with simple handmade guns and bags of what look like glowing marbles. They might be willing to share with you if you promise to let them keep playing - or they might make a run for it if you try to get in their way. Either way, good luck getting that paint our of your clothes! ![]() navigation. |
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[It was true though. The skeleton was decidedly probably not exactly flush. Then again, Sora had found his Munny wasn't accepted here either. Because there was no need for it. He isn't sure what a peso is but that was probably his sort of money back home? Presumably.]
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Huh. That's nice of you guys. [Out goes his hand for shaking purposes.] I'm Héctor!
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[Though Sora himself isn't taking credit. He arrived much the same as Héctor, so really it is the Gods that should be thanked in arranging it all and not making them have to spend money to live here and all so unexpectedly like this. His gloved hand reaches to take the other's without thinking.]
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[His hand holds the faintest warmth, despite being bone. Of course, he's a little more lively than the average skeleton and he's not actually a dead body.]
So, where were we?
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[Right? That's what he was saying? Before they got distracted with introductions or the like. Sora says as he withdraws his hand, unsure what to make of the faint warmth from the other even as a skeleton. But then that might just be because he was used to dealing with Jack? And Captain Jack back home.]
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[He's not sure himself why he's hesitating. What's the point if he is going to shimmer and vanish--or get lucky for once, and be put back in his proper place?]
But if you swear it's free... eh, what the heck, might as well.
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[At least, for Sora. He hasn't had issues at least. Then again his home was more humble anyway, and he was by now well used to sharing with his friends while traveling and all.]