Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-09-14 14:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, jake sully, ~aaron cross |
Who: Jake and Aaron
Where: Weapons shop (to start?)
What: Warrior gods and their toys
When: Just before this, Saturday morning
Rating: awesome (and probably sweary)
Open: Not yet?
Status: Ongoing
Jake was walking back from Taekwondo with Aaron - younger Jake had ran on ahead to meet up with Rachel and go work on motorbikes or something - when he noticed it. Or maybe they both had, he wasn't sure. But it was weird. They'd walked the same road almost every day when Jake was human, and neither of them had noticed the shop before now. And yet, he was fairly certain it had never been anywhere else. It looked right, it looked like it belonged, and the dust all round the display window only added to his certainty that the shop had always been there. "This place is fucking lekye’ung," he muttered under his breath, and then pushed the front door open.
The door beeped as he stepped in, sounding like the power source was a bit on the run-down side, but he didn't even notice as he looked around and grinned, rubbing absently at the big scab on his right forearm. Something in him (this god, Tyr or Tir or whatever Darcy had said, perhaps?) was overjoyed at the sheer number of really old weapons he was looking at, so he stepped further into the shop and tried to see what all was there. "Are these replicas, you think? Or the real thing?" he asked Aaron over his shoulder as he looked at all the different axes on display, the maces and hammers, spears and daggers, all sorts. This place was cool. Crazy, sure, but also cool.