open to all;

[swordboning]

Who: Archer swordboning and YOU. (Maybe Athena too)
When: December 15th and on
Where: Right here where you need him. At least in the streets.
What: Golden Archers is sadly open. Come get your top tier food of choice.
Rating/Warning: Nah.


[Archer was fully cringing at the emblem Athena made and the fact that it was pasted on his apron. Well, inwardly at least. Athena got to have her way with the things went around here since she was the one who put in the money and most of the work. That meant her lame idea of what was great ended up plastering almost anything that had the surface for it.

But for a food stall, there was a serious lack of menu. Archer, though, intentionally wanted that. Restricting himself would only be admitting that he couldn't make things that people wanted outside of said menu. Obviously, there were some restrictions because supplies of some things were exceedingly rare or impossible to find. Which meant that rich people places had to be visited for that. But here were reasonable prices for fresh cooked food.]

Before you ask, there's no menu. So just tell me what you want.

[Customer service needed a little bit of work, however. And no, Saber, you weren't getting any free food.]

Comments

[psycholawgy]

[ Totally getting worked up now.

Grabs some a slice of tomato and smacks it on Archer's cheek. ]

[swordboning]

[Picking the seed off his face. Seriously?]

That was completely mature.

[psycholawgy]

I'm sorry I can't be an old fogey like you.

[swordboning]

[Huffing. Athena should be used to this.]

How old do you think I am?

[psycholawgy]

No one's supposed to answer that question when asked. It could only lead to arguments.

But the white hair is very telling!

[ THANKS WIDGET!!! ]

[swordboning]

My white hair wasn't earned from age. But I supposed that's expected of a machine. I got it because I surpassed my limits and had to reform myself before I was killed. That kind of trauma will leave a mark on anyone.

[psycholawgy]

[ Jots that down in her mental notes. ]

So, how old are you, really?

[swordboning]

I don't know.

[Legit answer. No trace of a lie in Archer voice.]

[psycholawgy]

Well, you're definitely still older than I am, I bet.

[swordboning]

Obviously. Physically, I'm probably around twenty-nine or thirty years old. You're just a kid to me.

[psycholawgy]

[ GODAMMIT ARCHER. ]

I might be young, but I'm no kid!

[swordboning]

No, to someone like me, you're definitely a kid.

[psycholawgy]

There's a lot more tomatoes here, you know!

[swordboning]

Those happen to be for the customer. You don't want to use those up.

[psycholawgy]

[ Good point. ]

... You got lucky this time.

Anyway, I have something to ask you when we're done for the day.

[swordboning]

Why do I get the feeling that what you want to ask is something serious?

[psycholawgy]

I wouldn't say it's serious, but it's not a laughing matter, either.

It's about ViViD.

[swordboning]

What about it? If you're asking if I've been there, I have.

[psycholawgy]

I think it's good exercise, so I might start spending more time there.

[ She sure sounded super hyped, but now, she sounds a bit bashful in her tone. ]

I might know self-defense, and I can fight robots, but the monsters there aren't really the type of things I was taught how to fight.

[swordboning]

You're going to have to remind me where I come in on this or why you're telling me.

[psycholawgy]

I'm getting to that!

You're so impatient. [ Pot --> Kettle. ]

I was wondering if you could make me something I could use to beat monsters with.

[swordboning]

Something you could use to beat monsters with. It would be nice if you were a little more specific. Yes, I could but that doesn't really help you much.

[psycholawgy]

Well, I don't know what suits me yet!

[swordboning]

Maybe if you would have listened to my advice.......

[psycholawgy]

I'm already reconsidering. That's why I'm asking you.