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Improvvisato: Giusto
Title: Improvvisato: Giusto
Fandom: Uncommon Time
Character(s): Alto, Meirin, Saki, Teagan, Aubrey
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 305
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers
Summary: The party is strapped for cash.
Notes: Spoilers up to the second extra dungeon's last boss.
Surveying the area, Alto turned back to the rest of her group. “There’s a healing spot and a couple of random fairies willing to sell us supplies. There’s no way Arietta’s not up ahead. We need to prepare for the worst, in case she wants to test our strength or something.”
“Really don’t like the idea of fighting someone that powerful…” Meirin sighed. “Guess we’d better load up on sharps and flats, huh? We were kinda running low anyway.”
“That would be wise, but aren’t we running low on funds, also?” Saki turned out his empty pockets.
“After the food shopping spree we had in Bel Canto,” said Teagan, “we’re low on everything except for berry tarts. Maybe we can see if we have anything spare to sell.”
The fairies willingly gave prices for anything the group had on hand: spare weapons, old ribbons, extra naturals, and-
“No,” said Aubrey, expression suddenly very cold. “We are not selling Luthier.”
“We’d pay lots and lots for it,” said one fairy.
“Cash money,” said the other. “It’s a weapon and it flies, double whammy!”
Aubrey’s glare hardened. “I don’t care how much money it’s worth. We’re not selling Father’s scythe.”
“Technically, isn’t it only a mental copy of- okay, never mind,” said Teagan, immediately backing down when they turned their stare on her.
“They were able to bring it with them outside Uncommon Time,” said Saki. “I think it would be fair to consider it ‘real’, especially for sentimental purposes.”
“Don’t be a jerk,” said Meirin, more succinctly.
“So what I’m hearing is,” said Alto, “we’re going to fight a bunch more monsters and loot their bodies for money until we have enough to shop with. Right, guys?”
There was general agreement, before Teagan said, “That makes even less sense here than it usually does.”
Fandom: Uncommon Time
Character(s): Alto, Meirin, Saki, Teagan, Aubrey
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Humor
Word Count: 305
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers
Summary: The party is strapped for cash.
Notes: Spoilers up to the second extra dungeon's last boss.
Surveying the area, Alto turned back to the rest of her group. “There’s a healing spot and a couple of random fairies willing to sell us supplies. There’s no way Arietta’s not up ahead. We need to prepare for the worst, in case she wants to test our strength or something.”
“Really don’t like the idea of fighting someone that powerful…” Meirin sighed. “Guess we’d better load up on sharps and flats, huh? We were kinda running low anyway.”
“That would be wise, but aren’t we running low on funds, also?” Saki turned out his empty pockets.
“After the food shopping spree we had in Bel Canto,” said Teagan, “we’re low on everything except for berry tarts. Maybe we can see if we have anything spare to sell.”
The fairies willingly gave prices for anything the group had on hand: spare weapons, old ribbons, extra naturals, and-
“No,” said Aubrey, expression suddenly very cold. “We are not selling Luthier.”
“We’d pay lots and lots for it,” said one fairy.
“Cash money,” said the other. “It’s a weapon and it flies, double whammy!”
Aubrey’s glare hardened. “I don’t care how much money it’s worth. We’re not selling Father’s scythe.”
“Technically, isn’t it only a mental copy of- okay, never mind,” said Teagan, immediately backing down when they turned their stare on her.
“They were able to bring it with them outside Uncommon Time,” said Saki. “I think it would be fair to consider it ‘real’, especially for sentimental purposes.”
“Don’t be a jerk,” said Meirin, more succinctly.
“So what I’m hearing is,” said Alto, “we’re going to fight a bunch more monsters and loot their bodies for money until we have enough to shop with. Right, guys?”
There was general agreement, before Teagan said, “That makes even less sense here than it usually does.”