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boy blue | jack, day one
Oct 27, 2023 12:02:39 GMT -5
Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Oct 27, 2023 12:02:39 GMT -5
One of the most important things to be aware of was the moment the party was over. When Jack saw them start pulling knives off the shelves for the people still fighting, he knew it was his time to head out. He had his whip, sure, but something about seeing the sharpened steel glinting in the light felt something like a warning. An omen.
He slowly removed himself from the rest of the watching crowd, which had already thinned considerably since the start, and no one seemed to take notice. He kept his attention split between the continuing violence on the stage and the mounted guns near the ceiling, which had a tendency of shooting those who tried leaving.
For whatever reason, he made it all the way to the other side of the room without anything terrible happening. He regarded a tall structure full of weapons, all being kept behind some electrical locking mechanism someone else had already broken through. The first thing to catch his eye was a sword about the length of his arm, with a thick, heavy blade and a crude handle. Then he recalled Arcadia's advice from their first meeting, and began looking to see if he could find one of those vicious-looking spiked metal balls.
He saw one and tried to picture himself in the middle of a fight with it, slinging it around and trying not to accidentally knock his own head off in the process.
Maybe Arcadia had more faith in him than she should have- though the mechanics may have been similar enough to a whip, he didn't like the idea of trial and error in a place like this. Maybe if he worked a bit more in one of the training simulations with it- were those features still open as well?
He looked at a full row of javelins, untouched, and pulled one off to inspect it. Nice weight, nice balance, no soccer ball-sized steel ball hanging off the end of it. He cleared the entire shelf into his arms, firewood style.
He needed to find a bag or something. Not enough hands for this shit.
He slowly removed himself from the rest of the watching crowd, which had already thinned considerably since the start, and no one seemed to take notice. He kept his attention split between the continuing violence on the stage and the mounted guns near the ceiling, which had a tendency of shooting those who tried leaving.
For whatever reason, he made it all the way to the other side of the room without anything terrible happening. He regarded a tall structure full of weapons, all being kept behind some electrical locking mechanism someone else had already broken through. The first thing to catch his eye was a sword about the length of his arm, with a thick, heavy blade and a crude handle. Then he recalled Arcadia's advice from their first meeting, and began looking to see if he could find one of those vicious-looking spiked metal balls.
He saw one and tried to picture himself in the middle of a fight with it, slinging it around and trying not to accidentally knock his own head off in the process.
Maybe Arcadia had more faith in him than she should have- though the mechanics may have been similar enough to a whip, he didn't like the idea of trial and error in a place like this. Maybe if he worked a bit more in one of the training simulations with it- were those features still open as well?
He looked at a full row of javelins, untouched, and pulled one off to inspect it. Nice weight, nice balance, no soccer ball-sized steel ball hanging off the end of it. He cleared the entire shelf into his arms, firewood style.
He needed to find a bag or something. Not enough hands for this shit.
[jack scavenges the weapons rack]
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[gunmetal javelins (6)]
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[gunmetal javelins (6)]
