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come out swinging
MwHAHAHA P2 of SAMS characters with weapons (I went a little overboard with Nexus 😬)
Nexus has a machine gun because why NOT?
Moon has ninja stars because he wouldn't want to communicate/get close to the other person lol (stole the jacket idea from nomsterrz)
Ruin has swords because I could see that goofy ass boi dance fighting with them
Earth is a medic because she wouldn't want to hurt anyone (but carries a gun from Solar for protection).
I don't even know
I drew some of the characters, but what weapons I think they would use
Sun has a bow/arrows, and Solar has guns because they both suffer from perfectionism
Lunar has his powers and a giant ass hammer. why?: fuck it we ball
Eclipse has daggers because they symbol untrustworthyness
* explodes into dust *
prob gonna do some banana fish Agere art later so if ya'll wanna send me some personal headcanons I'll add it to a post! my DMs and asks are open!
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These weapons I make, the weapons I attach to myself, they're for self defense right? They're only a precaution right? Only two blades and a blunt object. That's where it'll end, right? Why do I feel like the more I make weapons, the closer I get to wrapping my hands around the grip of a glock? Am I turning myself away from my empathetic and gentle origins? I don't want to hurt people. I don't like it when people get hurt. Not usually. If I make more weapons am I only putting up the barricade around me with a door for friends or will the wall block out everyone? I don't want to be alone again.
So many weapons that could be made, and yet I don't know if I could even get myself to use them. I don't know if I could willingly put a blade through someone's flesh or bash a blunt object against someone's skull. Am I turning myself into a danger?
If I let myself strike someone, how long until I can strike at the ones I love without remorse? I need protection, I know, but how much is too much?
When do I wind up going too far?
another artfight attack
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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ZSASZ DID UNDERSTAND THAT, VERY VERY WELL. ❝ i was trained to adapt in the moment to things going wrong. Things still are un-saveable at times, but I understand what you mean. You can’t plan for everything, and even if you do, the universe is chaotic and things will still go wrong. You just need to adjust and fix where you’re going. ❞
HE WATCHED HER CAREFULLY PICK OUT A BLADE AND BALANCE IT. yes, she did know exactly what she was doing. Which was good. The short swords didn’t get sold often, as they required a good bit of training. The people who did buy them, Zsasz suspected, just wanted to have a sword. But he liked having them in stock, if even just to have them here.
HE SQUINTED AT THE ONE SHE HELD IN HER HAND, going through the catalog in his head. ❝ That one is from one of the makers I contact in France. They specialize in swords, though I am only interested in the short ones. It’s a bit utilitarian, I know, but I’m sure you understand that they aren’t super popular here. ❞
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Fingers roving the hilt of the blade, the mage looked to him, a little glimmer of intrigue still in her eye. “It's good.” She played with the grip of it for a moment before continuing, “It's good to know that somebody else around here has a decent head on their shoulders… or perhaps it's concerning. Either way, you’re one of a small few I’ve met here that could say they’ve got a brain and not come out of it looking idiotic.”
She hadn’t necessarily meant it as a compliment, more a statement of observation. Yennefer knew stupid. She had worked for her fair share of stupid for decades, and he simply wasn’t it.
“Well, I think this one suits me well. Hopefully, I shan’t need use of it, but you can never be too careful,” Yennefer set the blade down on the counter again.
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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ZSASZ COULDN’T HELP BUT SNORT. ❝ multitasking. A girl after my own heart, though Liz always got on me about enjoying a snack on the job. ❞ The woman certainly had an air about her that told him she knew what she was doing. There were some in Sallow Hills it would be stupid to sell more than a hunting or pocket knife too, lest they hurt themselves more than anything else. But he could tell she was pretty knowledgeable in the way she held herself. It wasn’t a fake sorta confidence in what she was looking for, but something fairly genuine.
❝ SOMETIMES, THOUGH, ZONING IN ON JUST ONE THING IS FUN. when you just let yourself focus on the hunt and nothing else. When it takes over your entire mind. ❞ He pushed away from the counter, eyes racking over the knives in front of him. He slid down to a different case, this one mainly filled with machetes. However, tucked away in the back away from just a skimming eye, were a few short swords. He pulled them out, laying them on the top of the case, then pulled out a few of his heftier daggers.
❝ HERE’S WHAT I GOT IN STOCK RIGHT NOW. if none of them suit your fancy, let me know what you like and don’t like about each of them and i can see what i can order the next time i get inventory. ❞
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You could never be too careful in unfamiliar places. A lesson Yennefer had learned all too well when she was much younger than she was today. Physical weapons had never been her preferred method of fighting, but one made sacrifices of aesthetics for safety.
When it takes over your entire mind. She nearly appreciated the sentiment, but the thought made her sick. She had done once. Her Chaos took over her mind as she became a conduit for it. It was a powerful move, but deadly, and it nearly took her. No, she was better off multitasking. “I suppose you’re right, but nothing is ever sure to work out the way you plan initially. You seem to be the type to understand that.”
Studying the cases with a keen eye, Yennefer carefully considered her options. She was no fighter, but she knew enough to get by. They seemed well crafted as they could be for this place, or she thought so anyway. “I’m sure one of these will work nicely, no need for special orders.” She paused, well manicured fingers ghosting over the hilts of the weapons, before they settled over a short sword, which she picked up to feel the balance of. Not completely liking the feel, she tried the next one over, which suited her hand much better. “This one is nice. What is it?”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
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SHE DIDN’T SEEM TO BE THROWN OFF BY HIS KNIFE THROWING. which wasn’t a bad thing. If anything it made Zsasz more interested in the woman who’d walked into his shop. She hadn’t even flinched at his movement. It was impressive, and something that was a characteristic of his girls most of the time. It was a rare sight in most. One that he found in Michael Myers and at times Dean Winchester. ❝ Joke or not, it’s always good to prove oneself as excelling in their trade. My trade just happens to be weapons. ❞ And using those weapons, though there was little need for an assassin in Sallow Hills, so he didn’t need to get whispers around about that.
HE CROSSED THE ROOM, RETRIEVING THE KNIFE FROM WHERE IT HAD LODGED IN THE WALL. he brought it back to where it would find a home until someone bought it, tucked away in the knife display case. He leaned his elbows on the case after that, watching the woman carefully. ❝ My recommendation depends. What are you comfortable with? There’s lots of things here that are good for personal protection, but I wouldn’t recommend a rifle to someone who is more comfortable with blades. ❞
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People’s modalities were always of interest to the mage. If you watched how someone conducted themselves, you could predict future actions if you had a sharp enough mind. It was particularly helpful when there was a threat present, but from what she could tell, there wasn’t one here. It was bad for business to threaten people in your shop, and the man seemed to have his wits about him. Still, she watched intently as he moved about the room.
Yennefer drummed her fingers against the top of her forearm as she thought. Threat or no, you don’t walk around flaunting a weak spot, so she didn’t mention that she hadn’t the slightest clue what a rifle was. “Blades– that's where my skills lie. Nothing too heavy, and I’d prefer to have a free hand if need be. I like to be able to multitask, you see.”
She had a vague idea of what she wanted, but there was no telling what similarities laid between her realm and this one. There was a strange sense of comfort as her eyes swept the racks and shelves of the shop, before they settled back on him. He was watching her the same way that she was watching him. She liked that; it meant she was dealing with someone who had a brain. There were a surprising amount of people in this town who seemed to be lacking in that area. Mirroring his actions, she leaned her elbows on the case nearest her with a grin. “Easy enough request, so I’m sure you can help me find something.”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ && YENNEFER
*̩̩̥͙ -•̩̩͙-ˏˋ⋆ ⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙
THE WOMAN WAS DRESSED INTERESTINGLY, TO SAY THE LEAST. not that zsasz had any place to talk with his nearly all-leather get up. Hers was certainly more fitting for a Welsh countryside town than his own, but he’d never been one to mind standing out in a crowd. In fact, it usually was quite the opposite. Zsasz knew how to use shadows and darkness to his aid, but also when to draw the eye of everyone around him.
HE PUT THE BOX OF GOOD ON THE COUNTER, raising a brow bone at kai who seemed to look up at him in question. He sighed. He supposed he and Oswald were spoiling the dragon a bit too much. ❝ Don’t you have a register to guard? ❞ Kai let out a snort, but did turn and head over to the small, purple pillow beside the cash register. With that, Zsasz turned his attention back to the woman.
HE TOOK THE KNIFE, CAREFULLY MOVING IT TO NOT CUT EITHER OF THEM. ❝ yes well, i suppose the knives either moved in transport or my shop assistant was messing around in the back and hoped i wouldn’t notice. Either way, thank you. If you feel I need to prove myself proficient at weapons, I’m always happy to give a demonstration. ❞ He spun the knife in his hand, getting it into a more comfortable grip. Quickly, he took aim at the board he had across the store for just this and sent the knife flying. It landed in the bullseye with a thunk. He gave a flourish of a half bow. ❝ Now, is there anything I can assist you with? ❞
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Yennefer couldn’t help but to watch the dragon retreat to its spot beside the register. It was a mistake in the end, as the sight once again took her mind elsewhere. She was quickly brought back to the moment when he spoke once again.
She wasn’t sure if it had been the intention, but she wasn't intimidated or startled. In fact, she was far from it. For the first time since she had arrived in Sallow Hills, she was hit with a startling amount of familiarity. The way he dressed, the dramatics, the set up and contents of the shop: they reminded her of home. She could’ve sworn something identical had happened with Lambert when she was visiting Kaer Morhen once, but she didn’t want to dwell on it. She had business to do.
“Impressive. Though, I was making a joke.” A smirk grew on her face as she met his eyes, and there was a quirk to her brow in sudden intrigue of the man before her. Yennefer nonchalantly crossed her arms in front of her as she looked between him and the blade now protruding from the wall. “I’m new here. I don’t have any... guarantee of personal protection, and I should like to remedy that. What would you recommend?”
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ┊ ┊ ┊ ZSASZ OPEN STARTER
ZSASZ WAS WHISTLING AS HE MOVED THROUG THE STORAGE ROOM, COLLECTING ITEMS THAT NEEDED TO BE MOVED TO THE FRONT. he only had a month left of florence tenners following him around. A month and he could go back on his weekly (if not daily) Revenant hunts without asking Armes (the horrible woman) for permission. Tenners had to be excited too. Him and his partner had to be tired of trading off from watching him. They’d gotten lazy the last month and change, as well. Holidays did that for people.
HE GRABBED A BOX OF HUNTING KNIVES, lugging it out to the main area of the shop. Kai, his dragon, excitedly jumped off the counter and twisted around his ankles. Zsasz titled, just slightly, to avoid Kai, and one of the knives fell out of the box. ❝Mind grabbing that? I’d rather not put down this box until I’m at the knife display,❞ he called out to the person he’d clocked by the small clothing rack.
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Yennefer was surprisingly used to being thrown headfirst into lands that were wholly unfamiliar and not her own. That wasn’t the issue. The issue stemmed from her isolation from the familiar. This world, Earth, was too different from what she knew for her to feel comfortable in being alone there. With no assurance that her Chaos would continue to work as it should, and no head over heels witcher ready to hop to her defense at a moment's notice, she knew that secondary protection was her best bet.
Approaching Hills Hunting, she tightened the belt of her black woolen coat as if that would somehow serve to warm her up. Though she was dressed in layers of beautifully made black and white pieces of clothing, the chill in the air was still seeping into her bones. Luckily for her, the interior of the shop was much warmer than the outdoors.
She had only been in the shop for a moment before she watched as the shopkeeper entered from the back. She watched as a blade fell from the box he was carrying, and gave a little nod at the request. It wasn’t until she was halfway down that she registered what it was that had caused him to stumble. A dragon!? A fucking dragon. One that looked all too similar to– no. She would think about him later. Not now. This town would be the death of her aching heart.
She tore her eyes away from the little beast, and walked the knife over to the display, holding it out to him in a way that wouldn’t slice either of them in the passing off. “You know, it's not particularly professional for shop owners to have such a loose grip on weaponry when customers are present.”
