touji (twelve) (secondsphinx) wrote in aotrp, @ 2016-09-10 13:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | maes hughes, twelve |
Who: Maes Hughes and Twelve
What: Twelve needs an adult
Where: Somewhere in the Karanese District
When: Now (?)
Warnings: N/A
Status: Incomplete, threaded
It was just another boring day of just patrolling and Twelve almost wished something would happen so he didn't have to sit around listening to other Garrison soldiers talking about things he cared little about. Some of the older soldiers even offered him a drink of alcohol, but Twelve declined. It's not that he cared about being too young, he just didn't want to be surrounded by idiots. With that in mind he walked off into some of the artillery storage. He sort of made a little reputation for himself without meaning to. He was just some strange kid that always managed to make a mess or laugh if something exploded in his face when tinkering with ammunition. He found himself often avoided because of being odd (and possibly putting others' limbs in danger,) but it was nothing new.
However, there was one shopkeeper that he always had to pass by who slightly irritated him and that alone meant a lot considering Twelve was difficult to individually annoy. The man was just plain rude to some customers and had a bratty kid that got away with everything. Even though Twelve didn't care for most people in general, he did find it unfair that a small girl didn't get to buy some flowers for her sick mother just because she was one coin short; one he knew that the little brat made her lose by teasing her beforehand.
Twelve knew how to make his day better. He took one of his makeshift timed bombs and went to the shop's stand. He glanced around to make sure nobody was looking before hiding it in the stand. As he stood up straight he felt confident that nobody saw him before walking off to be on 'patrol' again. He sat on a barrel that was a couple buildings away and slightly hid in an alley. It was a spot he'd seen some Garrison rest at before as a cheap post, so it's not like he'd be suspicious if he rested there either. It was only a short while till he heard the explosion that destroyed the stand as well as the one next to it and he peeked from the corner to see the owner panic. Twelve stayed where he was and laughed, talking to himself in a sing-song manner. "And that's what happens when you're a jerk." he kept giggling and stopped when the small girl he saw earlier stared at him, but he held out some flowers he grabbed beforehand and gave them to her before she ran off home happily. Twelve smiled to himself before laughing again as the shopkeeper had put out the flames only to now be soaked.