Shopping for blood.

{"day off-after wizard university battle and arch mage healing.}

*After breakfast broke up for a day off for shopping and anything but questing adventure stuff Gar kind of slips away from the group. Since theres no "lets Get feathered broomsticks together" from Dandy, its not technically fucking off.*

*And get away before he tries to punch the bastard again.* "Fucking hells." *Not caring who overhears as he pushes through the crowded streets.* "I Was Going to be Better! No grumping! But Fuck!"

*He heads vaguely towards where he might get some clothes to replace, well, almost everything.* "Was just going to eat, tell the others I fucked up..and..just do fuck all today." *Being a grumbling, muttering angry young ork actually makes it easier to get through the crowds. Although Gar doesn't notice.* "But NOOOO!! Bloody Giannaaaaa turns up! `So what now? How do you want to try and get killed for us next?`"

*Glancing at some stalls selling garments, he stops briefly to look, but everything he sees is annoying for some reason or another. Shoes then maybe.* *He walks off, still grumbling.* "And then, that bloody Cat! `La La ! Dragonsheart! Blah Blah!` Fucking hells! Give it a rest!" *He kicks at a huge cockroach to stomp it, but it scuttles under a fruit vendors cart.* "Seriously. I was going to thank him and all. But he just could Not Shut Up!"

*Not finding any footwear that isn't annoying for some reason or another, he ends up sitting on the edge of a public drinking fountain, fuming quietly to himself.*

"Seriously. It was just going to be a nice, pleasant day. But no. Lets just fuck with Gar said the morning gods." *Head in hands he sits and just itches at all the things pissing him off.*

Over the last few minutes, Fluffy has started warming up. Gar notices the heat only after the swords start to vibrate, causing goose-bumps up along his spine. Fluffy reaches out to Gar's mind, filling it with images of thick warm blood. Thoughts of violence flood the young scholars mind, 'take control' Fluffy urges.

*Angry enough, it takes Gar a moment to notice that his thoughts have turned rather more ..intense...than normal. For a moment its enticing to imagine .....* "The Fuck!?! " *Smacking the bundle with a fist he yells at it.* "Stop that!" *Garnering not a few odd looks from passersby.*

A young man runs around the corner hastily, not watching where he is going. He bumps into Gar, hard enough to loose his balance and fall onto his backside. Gar looks down at the kid, but in his minds eye the boy is oozing with fresh blood. 'Feel good' The sword says wordlessly.

*G**rabbing up the bundled sword, Gar snaps at the kid* Are your eyes painted on! Watch where you're going idiot" *And stalks off, taking Fluffy away from the kid, scowling, but internally horrified at the images.*

Fluffy continues to push. Every little annoyance by the crowed is magnified for Gar as the sword sends bloody images or violent feelings at it's owner. Every loud shopkeeper advertising his wares, every slow person standing in the way, every child running wild - they all get under Gar's skin. It has been some time since the sword bit into something living (excluding non-euclidean beasts from another dimension) and it seems eager to feed.

*Boiling with fury inside, Gars anger turns on the sword, and he growls quietly to it.* "Just fucking stop that! You Cant get me to stab anyone else. Not today especially. Fuck you." *Glaring at the bundle, an idea strikes him, and he heads off searching for the right streets.*

*Following the streets till he finds the trade areas, he then follows his nose to the butchers alleys.* *At the first butcher he stops, and asks to buy a large bag of blood, or however such things might come.*

*Taking a half cured sheeps stomach, filled, as per request, he grimaces, and takes it away.* *Finding a quiet spot, he unwraps Fluffy and pours the blood on the blade.*

GM (Tony) *—* 02/15/2021At first not much happens. Blood hits the blade and starts to pour off and down the blade - just like it would from an ordinary sword. But before the first drop touches the floor the droplets start to recede. The blood on the blade starts to thin where it's shallow laving just thick line criss-crossing the blade. After the shallow pool and the droplets have been absorbed so to are the streaky lines. The process is much slower then normal for Fluffy, and when he's finished Gar can feel the sword go quiet, but with a sulky demeanor - like a child forced to eat a plate of sprouts."Alright already. Just..just.." *Not sure exactly what, he shouts at it.* "..just..I'll get you a Nice scabbard alright, Better than a blanket." *Suddenly he feels ridiculous, standing in an alley, bargaining with a sword, after pouring offal on it.* *Rubbing his face he mumbles.* "I am so happy Gran cant see me now."