TheGreatStatic

Item Generated: Checkbook (although I am going to spell it as cheque book since i am very canadian orz)

As far too common as of late, Marun found himself prying in places he shouldn't have been. What did it matter to him anyway? He had no reason to be looking into the strange group listed in the papers he held, besides, of course, the fact that it was something to know. He didn't consider that it was just a bad look to be holding documents about Mary Sue Hunters as someone who walked into the room seemed to be just fitting of that label.

"H-hey... this really isn't what it looks like," Marun stuttered, faltering over his words as his eyes locked onto Paintsplash's DSi. Was she going to Pictochat someone for help? Her stylus scratched across the screen. Did she have backup in Chat Room C that she was summoning via rainbow pen, or was she snapping a photo to identify him?

Marun fumbled around in his messenger bag. Shit, I brought Soru's bag today, he thought. His older brother wouldn't have anything useful; only the trappings of a CEO lay inside. 

That's it!

"Uh, I don't want to hurt you, really. I was just curious. Are you the person whose sister was killed by these people? If you don't tell anyone I'm snatching these documents, I'll... pay you off!" Marun waved his brother's cheque book around loosely as if toying with a gun. He hastily forged his brother's signature, and for the value he scratched as many zeroes after the one as he could. Of course such a blatant forgery would bounce, but what would Paintsplash know of fraud? He hoped not much. "Don't make me take off taxes! G-get out of here and take the cheque with you!"

The deity loomed over the lanky looking individual with malicious intent. For some reason, he seemed peeved at the figure's presence. Was it because he stood there like a lemon? Whatever ticked the god's nerves made him provoked and poised to kill this defenseless young man.

"Seeing you stand here annoyed me so much... your petty miniscule attendance without a care in the world... a pathetic ignorant mortal with no good for this world... but I'd be more than willing to extinguish your life like a candleflame!

Prepare to be slain under my rightful name!" He sneered bitterly as he reached inside his cape, knowing too well of a hidden hilt of a greatsword but instead...

A Playing Card?

It took him a minute to realise what was held in his cold clawed hand and he looked at it in utter shock. Desperately, he searched inside for the blade but it's seemingly vacant.

"My sword?! Where in Cryia's name is my sword! I swear I'll have Enudiz's neck for this!" He growled in frustration as he returned his glare to the human.

"No matter, I'll just slice your insides out with the edges of this... card..."

The young man watches this humanoid eldritch of a being from a moderate distance, having stationed himself on the 3rd floor of some dilapidated building. He peers through one of the windows at this man while crouched down. He cannot specify how much he can sense the power imbalance he is facing, this potential enemy seems like nothing he had encountered. It's like staring at an endless abyss.

Worse, he also felt like this being can sense him. Hiding is useless now, but he has to do it just for comfort, to at least put a wall between him and this thing.

"I need to get the f**k outta here. But I must get past whatever this thing is."

All weapons that he had are gone. And even then, it would be too obvious. His BLADE FEATHERS too are obviously sharp weapons. As he ponders for a plan, he glanced around a bit and saw...

Item Generated: FORK

A dirty, rusted FORK is just lying around on the floor. He looked at it, and had an idea...

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Desmond calmly walks out of the building and meets this eldritch purple man, looking up at him due to Desmond's short height "Heyy there." He said with a grin. "I was just walkin' round here, urban exploration and all so..." As he just makes up bullcrap sentences to distract this man, crows, there's a number of crows flying around the sky.

"Anyways, I like collectin' random stuff I found while explorin'. I just found this fork here." He brings out the FORK right out of his pocket and showing it to him, stepping closer, and closer. "It looks neat. Did you know that even though it's not knife-sharp, you can stab someone with it?"

With a grin, he lunges forward at fast speed and going low, it looks like he is about to stab the man's leg with the FORK. As this happens, the crows from the sky dives down towards the man, revealing them to be not normal crows at all....