The kid had converted this back workshop into a rather complicated mishmash, but it was own place of Caeldonia here in Venture City. On the wall to Dragon's left was a wall with dedications to people we had all known, along with the pillars of culture in Caeldonia. Pictures, art, short blurbs. Though GD couldn't read the language, doubtful she knew Cael.
To the right far wall was most of the kid's armory. His armor was sitting there. We had patched that thing together so many times, looked more like a hunk of scrap than a real piece of armor at this point. Other weapons, some of them like the Army Carbine or Dueling Slingers might look familiar to those into American old Western Paraphernalia, but stuff like the Fang Repeater and Galleon Mortar didn't look like their Earth counterparts in the least.
The walls themselves were lined with different artifacts. The gramaphone and watch might look right, but the kid's marshall badge was hung in a case and didn't look anything like in Earth. Then there was the pictures of the God's on the wall, though only Pyth the bull had anything dedicated to him. A shield hung below the bull's shrine and a plush doll of him sat on top of it. The Gods were mostly undone as far as the Kid was concerned but he preserved their pictures and names, but Pyth had given him a shield that nothing could break. Least he could do was honor him a little.
Other than that the other stuff was just odds and ends really. A few grenades hung in the armory that looked odd to anyone from this region. The kid also had a laptop charging on a fold out table next to the workbench he used to load and maintain his weapons. Thing was a little scuffed and burned, but the lights on it flickered like they should. There was door that lead towards the fermenting tanks. In the room was a little bobbing creature, about the same shape as a Comma, with a bright blue tail and a black head with beady blue eyes. Top of its head had three red marks down it, the middle one the largest. It was floating lackadaisically about the room.
The kid waved over to her as she came in. He put down his tools to walk over, the Calamity Cannon on the bench as he looks her over.
"Welcome to my workshop. I am The Kid."
His scarf was haphazardly on his face, mostly just hanging around his black shirt.
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To the right far wall was most of the kid's armory. His armor was sitting there. We had patched that thing together so many times, looked more like a hunk of scrap than a real piece of armor at this point. Other weapons, some of them like the Army Carbine or Dueling Slingers might look familiar to those into American old Western Paraphernalia, but stuff like the Fang Repeater and Galleon Mortar didn't look like their Earth counterparts in the least.
The walls themselves were lined with different artifacts. The gramaphone and watch might look right, but the kid's marshall badge was hung in a case and didn't look anything like in Earth. Then there was the pictures of the God's on the wall, though only Pyth the bull had anything dedicated to him. A shield hung below the bull's shrine and a plush doll of him sat on top of it. The Gods were mostly undone as far as the Kid was concerned but he preserved their pictures and names, but Pyth had given him a shield that nothing could break. Least he could do was honor him a little.
Other than that the other stuff was just odds and ends really. A few grenades hung in the armory that looked odd to anyone from this region. The kid also had a laptop charging on a fold out table next to the workbench he used to load and maintain his weapons. Thing was a little scuffed and burned, but the lights on it flickered like they should. There was door that lead towards the fermenting tanks. In the room was a little bobbing creature, about the same shape as a Comma, with a bright blue tail and a black head with beady blue eyes. Top of its head had three red marks down it, the middle one the largest. It was floating lackadaisically about the room.
The kid waved over to her as she came in. He put down his tools to walk over, the Calamity Cannon on the bench as he looks her over.
"Welcome to my workshop. I am The Kid."
His scarf was haphazardly on his face, mostly just hanging around his black shirt.