[ PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT ] ; take a step back, i'm on fire

[postictal]

[Hey, everybody, guess what? Tim's been a busy boy.]

alright 2 things

1. i got 30 flare guns. each has 4 rounds with 2 colors: red and blue. blue is if you need help. red is to tell everyone to clear out cause of serious danger. i'm at the storyteller's temple if you need one. don't need to trade anything but like i said i only have 30 so if you travel in a group and keep together you should just have 1 between you all. if you run out of flares you gotta ask ST for more.

2. who here knows how to fight. just putting it out there it might be good to have some people we all know can handle themselves if someone needs help. guard task force security group call it whatever you want itd just be damn handy to know who to ask for in a fight

thats all

-tim

[ooc: feel free to respond here via the iStone 5s or via an action prompt at the Storyteller's temple!]

Comments

[shineinside]

[Yuka takes the gun with almost almost comical care. Guns are scary!!]

All right, thanks. Was there anything else you needed to know about our skills or abilities? It seemeed like you had a lot of questions for everyone.

[postictal]

Which is weird, 'cause I'm not usually the question guy.

[That's...a completely stupid and bizarre thing to say to someone who doesn't have the context to his life, which is really for the best. No one needs context on his life. Christ.]

You seen a kid around here? Red eyes, green-and-yellow striped shirt? [What, uh...what are they going by right now?]

[shineinside]

Oh! I think I met them back on my first day, in the desert. They were trying to make friends with a monster.

[postictal]

That'd be the one. [In the desert. He remembers them in the desert. They were...]

[Well.]

[They really were the future of humans and monsters. Insight into the person they are, when you scrape away the self-destructive downward slide they so favor - cunning and kind and brave and brilliant and smiling without needing to polish the edge into a weapon. Knowing Chara, they probably found a reason to hate it once they set foot off that part of the island.]

[They find reason to hate most things about themself, given the chance.]

I'd talk to them, if you could. They make lists of stuff like that. Things that people can do.

[shineinside]

Really? I wouldn't have guessed that they were the type to do something like that.

[More of a fending-for-theirself type, based on her one interaction with them, but there's lots of sides to that weird kid.]

[postictal]

[To that, Tim carefully shrugs. He's not sure what Chara wants to walk away being known as, other than someone far less generous than they are in practice. At this point, after the clusterfuck that was the last Storytelling, it's hard to know for sure.]

People here'll surprise you.