Mission: Fix the Robot [Open]

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Character(s): Chii, Seifer, Selphie
Content: Getting Chii fixed!
Setting: Venturing to Luigi at Folios.
Time: Saturday evening
Warnings: none yet!



So they went on a mission. A mission to fix Chii, the robot, who Selphie still swore up and down was Seifer's girlfriend. She wondered why he wasn't more worried about her, she shrugged it off as that he wasn't an emotional guy but was really and truly worried deep inside. She smiled to herself as they walked. There was little conversation, in fact, Selphie said maybe two things to him the whole way. Of course, Selphie had wanted to chat lots more to the man who was from the same world as her, but refrained. It wasn't a good time.

Selphie had absolutely no idea where she was going, but her idea of where to go even though she had never been in this town before seemed to work.

"This looks like it might just be it!" Selphie pointed to the sign, and gave Seifer one of her special happy grins. She gave a happy jump of victory and winked at Seifer.

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In answer to Seifer's halloo, a large man emerged from a doorway behind the counter. A very VERY large man. He had a blacksmith's hammer slung casually over one shoulder as if it weighed next to nothing. In short, he was damned intimidating.

That is, until he saw he had customers. The Very Large Man's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Welcome! Welcome to Folios, my friend. What I can do you for today, ah? You wanna new weapon? You wan I make-a old weapon sharp and clean? She shine like the sun on fire, you just give-a to Mario. I take care-a everything."

Far more quickly than a person of his size should have been able to move, he was across the store, giant meaty fingers gently plucking a tiny plushie down from a huge case of the things. They made a decidedly odd addition to the store's predominantly lethal wares. He turned back to his customers with a cheezy smile. "You like-a plushie, little boy? It's-a cute, no? Everybody like a plushie. I say to my wife Maria, 'Everybody like-a plushie, how we can't have plushies in our store? She thinks I crazy, but I tell her, 'No! We gotta have-a the plushie.'

"Whatta you think?" And here he thrust the Charizard plushie into Seifer's face and gave it a little squeeze so that its forked tongue popped out and tickled the tip of his nose. "Isn't that-a cutest thing you ever saw?"

The Very Large Man's face fell as he suddenly seemed to notice Chii lying on the counter. "So sorry, but Folios, we only take a cash or trade-in. No pay with-a people."