10th Dusting

[makeitquick]

[Video]

Hoo, Luceti. You one and only [...sorry Azusa. This actually hurts way less than she thought it would, which makes her smile even broader.] warrens gal here.

[She's sitting atop a building in the setting sun. The journal is aimed at her side as he's sitting here on the ledge. In her hand she is spinning a tooth - the one she's holding is somewhat smaller than her forearm, so about the size of a typical dagger.]

In a bit've a broil. Got this tooth, and fig I oughta do something with it. Got some who told me to give it to meds, but don't wanna nuke it. Got any other thinks? Poss I won't get a thing, but might as well put 'em on the Grid.

[...Hah]

...Glad I got to go home. [A little contented sigh. She didn't get to stay, but even a day now that she can remember it makes all the difference in the world.]

Comments

[makeitquick]

Already a trophy. [A beat] Which you think sounds best?

[falenandawn]

Depends on what you need, I suppose? Do you need a new knife, perhaps?

[makeitquick]

Got a lotta knives.

[falenandawn]

Perhaps try to make.... I don't know, jewelry?

[makeitquick]

Kinda big for it, isn't it?

[falenandawn]

hmm... perhaps.

I am not a craftsman, I wouldn't know.

[makeitquick]

Are a fighter. Guess you might know art.

[falenandawn]

Art?

[makeitquick]

Art? Seems pretty Uppers to me.

[falenandawn]

Huh?

[you have lost him once more, sorry.]

[makeitquick]

Uppers. Blue. Rich.