LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
Oriax
"Urgh, fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine," Oriax whined like a spoilt child who was told he couldn't have candy. It seemed nobody was in the mood for joking, especially at each others' expense, and Oriax wasn't intending to push it past breaking point. "Alriiiiiight, I'll do whatever, as loooong as it's reasonable." His eyes glazed over the surrounding, attempting to discern the contents in each aisle.
"Welp, better get going then, the shopping list is actually fucking huge." He let out a soft sigh as he began to truly comprehend the list of 'necessities.' "Let's start from the beginning then. If I'm to do charity- I mean, 'Superhero' work, I need a complete change of clothes, as potent holy water as we can reasonably get our hands on, and we'll probably need falsified identification. Also, I hope you're reasonably well-versed at illusion magic."
As he trailed off, Oriax soon came to the revelation that the majority of the 'necessities' he needed probably wouldn't be found in an ordinary, human market like this. After all, which Walmart sold holy water and venom sacs of basilisks and eyes of netherwing drakes? To begin with, his 'shopping list' already sounded more like he was planning a murder than preparing for a job interview, or whatever. "Ok, as far as common necessities go, just clothes and food, I guess. I can't exactly walk into one of those 'Superhero' establishments looking like this, I've probably pissed them off more than once. And I'd also, ideally, like an alchemist's toolkit, but a stovetop, glass cup and a rock will have to do if that's impossible."
Deathkitten
Walmart | "Can I go home now?"
"Urgh, fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine," Oriax whined like a spoilt child who was told he couldn't have candy. It seemed nobody was in the mood for joking, especially at each others' expense, and Oriax wasn't intending to push it past breaking point. "Alriiiiiight, I'll do whatever, as loooong as it's reasonable." His eyes glazed over the surrounding, attempting to discern the contents in each aisle.
"Welp, better get going then, the shopping list is actually fucking huge." He let out a soft sigh as he began to truly comprehend the list of 'necessities.' "Let's start from the beginning then. If I'm to do charity- I mean, 'Superhero' work, I need a complete change of clothes, as potent holy water as we can reasonably get our hands on, and we'll probably need falsified identification. Also, I hope you're reasonably well-versed at illusion magic."
As he trailed off, Oriax soon came to the revelation that the majority of the 'necessities' he needed probably wouldn't be found in an ordinary, human market like this. After all, which Walmart sold holy water and venom sacs of basilisks and eyes of netherwing drakes? To begin with, his 'shopping list' already sounded more like he was planning a murder than preparing for a job interview, or whatever. "Ok, as far as common necessities go, just clothes and food, I guess. I can't exactly walk into one of those 'Superhero' establishments looking like this, I've probably pissed them off more than once. And I'd also, ideally, like an alchemist's toolkit, but a stovetop, glass cup and a rock will have to do if that's impossible."
Deathkitten