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[humerous]

CHARACTERS: Sans, Koltira

DATE: 6th of January

WARNINGS: Shouldn't be...any...if koltira behaves himself

SUMMARY: GOING ARMOUR SHOPPING FOR PAPYRUS.

[Rather than answer Koltira's most recent text, Sans instead emerges from the hollow inside of a tree on the outskirts, where Koltira had said he was. This leads him right into the death knight's path, and he gives the guy a lazy wave once he spots him.

Sans had mentioned he was a skeleton, so hopefully he'll recognize his new bone pal.]

Nah, no need for that buddy. I said I'd pick you up; least I can do.

Comments

[respired]

[Koltira can see the family resemblance. Mostly with regard to the bones. He stops in his tracks when Sans pops out of the tree--it's odd, but it's not entirely unexpected, given their earlier conversation.]

You have some useful skills.

[humerous]

Well, there's somethin' I ain't heard in a long time.

[He gestures to the tree he just stepped out of.]

Step inside, won't you?

[respired]

[Sure, he'll just step into a tree hollow with a relative stranger. He's done more reckless things. He strides on in.]

Truly? Fast travel is a gift many envy in Azeroth.

[humerous]

I guess I just wasn't too popular in Azeroth, then.

[Stepping inside the tree creates this really bizarre sensation, of stepping into what is essentially a dead end and making such a smooth transition to their destination that the moment Koltira sets his foot down, it's onto the ground just outside the entrance of the church, and before him now are the sights of the outskirts from that position.

Behind them, the door to the church is closed, but those who pass by seem to be under the impression they just came from the inside.

Sans is to Koltira's side, hands in his jacket pockets.]

Hope you don't mind, but I don't have any idea where we're going so...from this point on you're leading this little trip of ours, chief.

[respired]

You would be plied with gold for your services. Perhaps threats, as well. They're a passionate lot.

[Koltira's been in and out of numerous portals in his life and undeath, and he feels little enough of any sensation as it stands. If anything, he finds himself simply curious about what kind of magic enables this travel: it's neither the dark magic of his own death gates, nor the arcane stuff employed by most mages. Hmm.]

I noticed a few decent smiths in the market. Do you have coin on you?

[He's walking on, towards the direction of said smiths and said market.]

[humerous]

[And Sans follows, keeping up pace fairly well. He's used to keeping up with people with longer legs...

...since that's almost everyone he knows.]

Yeah, but don't worry too much about actual buying just now. I'll mostly be writing up an estimate for myself...if it's steep, I'll just have him go in on it too.

[.....if Papyrus hasn't spent all his money. But it wouldn't be too much of a difference; Sans handles the budgeting and likely just gives Papyrus a percentage of it to spend on himself.]

[respired]

[Striding along. Once the market comes into view, Koltira pauses, his eyes roving over the vendors. Hmm.]

Are you looking for something basic? Enchanted? Any particular kind of defenses?

[humerous]

Protection from physical attacks is the main priority. Anything else shouldn't be as much of an issue for him.

[Because Monsters have the most easily exploited weakness ever.

But he doesn't have to give that away.]

So whatever helps best with that.

[respired]

[He pauses at one table, mulling it over. Before them are an array of shiny breastplates, greaves, vambraces, etc.]

So you're looking for a full set.