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OC Warehouse (Roleplay)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → OC Warehouse (Roleplay)Josh feels himself sweating. So far, he had stopped 2 fights, stopped a thief, and gotten 8n a fight while stopping a fight. He wipes his brow, and sits down at a table in a random restaurant. He had accumulated some caps from his indevors also, so he orders a water. When the water gives it to him, he hands them 5 caps, and guzzles it down very quickly. He hands it back to the waiter before they leave with a few caps, then gets up and leaves the restaurant.
Will smiles. “Because that’s how I was created, tall. My creator found that taller ocs were easier to fight with, so that’s what he made me”
Will smiles. “The only difference is size. I can’t move as quickly as you, one of the reasons you hit me faster than my reaction time. Force=mass times acceleration. My mass is greater than yours, so if I would’ve moved as fast as you, you would probably go down quickly. But, since my size slows me, you can greater accelerate yourself.” Will says philosophically.
Josh finds the cat in question after ten minutes, and quickly collects his reward. The person who lost the cat had been very rich, which explained why he had gotten almost one hundred caps. He looks at the next task on the list, he was supposed to tell them where Will was. Well, he would just say Will was in ata and custody, since he probably was. He looks at the next task, bake cookies ingredients supplied. Well, how hard could it be.
A few minutes later(very questionable no bake cookies, but since they can’t die of food poisoning:D): josh leaves the place with a lot of stains on his clothing, but he had the caps. He thinks, Now 8 know to never turn on the mixer while I have the spatula pointed at an angle where the dough shoots out at me.
Josh forgets about the wills whereabouts thing, and looks at the next thing. He sees that the next task was to capture harmony alive, he’d already given up the moment harmony was mentioned, so he flips the page. He sees that something on the list was to demonstrate proper gun skills, he laughs, and skips to the next one. Come to me dressed as a clown, why were people doing this stuff. He counts it up, counts a little over 300, and goes to Henry with the caps in a pouch. “I got the money, don’t ask how though, it was very, questionable.” He holds it out.