«We Could be Heroes»

(Oh, crap. Forgot about pretzel land.)

James frowned at the graffiti. Not the ones that boasted the artists' names, nor the swears, nor the illegible. But one with simple, white paint, and very legible. It read, 'beware the sound of silence.' He laughed at it as he strode into the pretzel stand, and stepped behind the dividing wall to where all the weapons were.
( Hello darkness my old friend.)
 
Aero was confused as to why James stopped at a pretzel stand, but shrugged it off, guessing he just wanted a quick snack before getting to the mission. He observed a neatly-written piece of graffiti and smiled slightly. That song is way too popular. It was strange to think that the song was originally made in 1964, and people just haven't stopped singing it since- there was always new versions of that song being released. He chuckled softly, and then followed James into a... weapon room? Woah. Erm, this is a tad weird, but also really cool. But then again, Mr. Firestein seemed a tad weird too so it really wasn't that unexpected.
 
Aero was confused as to why James stopped at a pretzel stand, but shrugged it off, guessing he just wanted a quick snack before getting to the mission. He observed a neatly-written piece of graffiti and smiled slightly. That song is way too popular. It was strange to think that the song was originally made in 1964, and people just haven't stopped singing it since- there was always new versions of that song being released. He chuckled softly, and then followed James into a... weapon room? Woah. Erm, this is a tad weird, but also really cool. But then again, Mr. Firestein seemed a tad weird too so it really wasn't that unexpected.
Ash be like °~°
I think I live in the present too much. )
 
James selected a single knife from the shelf. One with an intricate red dragon carved into the handle, and a leather sheath and belt. "Samantha." He said, holding it out for the fire girl, "May you never have to use it."
Then, from the wall he took a pair of black ring swords, a hum emanating from them as they shifted "Aero." He said in turn, "Have faith in these, and they shall not easily miss."
"Farren." He lifted a parasol from the wall and pulled the handle, revealing the katana hidden in the staff. "I know it can't replace your old one, but it will keep you safe."
"And to Ash," he moved to a small glass case, took a key from his pocket, and opened the box. From it, he drew a single, ordinary BIC pen, "This is no ordinary writing utensil. With this, you can better use your skill by manipulating the wind."

(Is that everyone?)
 
James selected a single knife from the shelf. One with an intricate red dragon carved into the handle, and a leather sheath and belt. "Samantha." He said, holding it out for the fire girl, "May you never have to use it."
Then, from the wall he took a pair of black ring swords, a hum emanating from them as they shifted "Aero." He said in turn, "Have faith in these, and they shall not easily miss."
"Farren." He lifted a parasol from the wall and pulled the handle, revealing the katana hidden in the staff. "I know it can't replace your old one, but it will keep you safe."
"And to Ash," he moved to a small glass case, took a key from his pocket, and opened the box. From it, he drew a single, ordinary BIC pen, "This is no ordinary writing utensil. With this, you can better use your skill by manipulating the wind."

(Is that everyone?)

(I actually laughed out loud... a pen. :lau )
 

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