Abomination
08-25-07, 05:33 PM
He had been wandering the city for a while. At first, he was very tense and thought that he could be attacked by any of these people at any moment, but most of them ignored him, and the ones that payed any attention only shared a passing glance. Apparently, men in rags were a common sight here. The first few people he saw who he had reacted very strongly to thought he was a bum and walked off. He had not seen so many people before, and yet he felt that they were all the same. The kind of feelings that the demon girl projected were not replicated among these beings. They lacked power, or so he thought. He thought about his purpose and what he was looking for. It still took several hours for him to not nervously follow everybody that passed near him with his eyes.
Previously, he had woken up in the forest after escaping Demonica. The feeling of hunger was still prevalent, but it had taken the backseat to more important thoughts. His encounter with her changed him, and he knew that there were many in this world that would be strong like her, and non-hesitant to kill him. His survival was his top priority, and for what he needed to be stronger. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to become stronger, so he figured he should find someone that is stronger. He wasn't quite sure where he was going with this thought, but he was sure that there was a process to getting stronger and someone knew it. From his experience with the demon girl, there was a way to find out what he needed to know through talking, but what to say and how to say it were a mystery to him. He could barely form complete sentences without stuttering. Stopping to look around, he overheard a conversation between two men.
"Listen," one of them said, "You wait here while I go inside and get something to protect myself. It's dangerous to go anywhere naked these days."
"Yeah, get a short sword or something too," replied the other one.
Such a conversation piqued the Homunculus' interest. While naked was used figuratively, he took it quite literally as his body was just barely covered by rags. Ah, the man must've been referring to Clothes! While he was used to it, walking on the ground barefoot was taxing and the shoes he had on earlier did not fit. The building that man walked into must be some sort of place to retrieve clothing. The Homunculus followed, entering the establishment with his recently-found skill of opening doors. As he stepped inside, he saw a transaction take place. The man had put several coins on the table in front of another person, and an exchange took place. Those coins looked familiar. He stared suspiciously at the Homunculus before walking out with his new armor and weapon. Feeling he had a grasp on what just happened, The Homunculus tried to imitate him.
As he walked over to the counter, amidst the strange looks of the other patrons, he reached into his pocket. The jingling sound from before was the same as the coins the man had put down, and from the pocket stolen from a corpse, he retrieved a handful of coins and plopped them onto the table. Also, the bottom half of his worn shirt which he found off a corpse ripped off completely. The rest of his clothes would be soon to follow. Pleased with his action, he found himself at a loss. He came into the transaction late, and didn't know exactly what the man had purchased.
"C, clothes..." he stammered out, a bit confused.
He tried to look around the store to try to visualize what he needed, but all he could look at was a display of a mannequin wearing black boots, cotton pants, a white t-shirt, and a long, unzipped blue coat with a closed collar whose sides extended down to the knees.
There was something else, "...Short Sword."
He didn't really know exactly what he was looking at or how it was called, so he still had a bewildered look on his face. It would be convenient if the shopkeeper could read his mind or something.
Previously, he had woken up in the forest after escaping Demonica. The feeling of hunger was still prevalent, but it had taken the backseat to more important thoughts. His encounter with her changed him, and he knew that there were many in this world that would be strong like her, and non-hesitant to kill him. His survival was his top priority, and for what he needed to be stronger. Unfortunately, he didn't know how to become stronger, so he figured he should find someone that is stronger. He wasn't quite sure where he was going with this thought, but he was sure that there was a process to getting stronger and someone knew it. From his experience with the demon girl, there was a way to find out what he needed to know through talking, but what to say and how to say it were a mystery to him. He could barely form complete sentences without stuttering. Stopping to look around, he overheard a conversation between two men.
"Listen," one of them said, "You wait here while I go inside and get something to protect myself. It's dangerous to go anywhere naked these days."
"Yeah, get a short sword or something too," replied the other one.
Such a conversation piqued the Homunculus' interest. While naked was used figuratively, he took it quite literally as his body was just barely covered by rags. Ah, the man must've been referring to Clothes! While he was used to it, walking on the ground barefoot was taxing and the shoes he had on earlier did not fit. The building that man walked into must be some sort of place to retrieve clothing. The Homunculus followed, entering the establishment with his recently-found skill of opening doors. As he stepped inside, he saw a transaction take place. The man had put several coins on the table in front of another person, and an exchange took place. Those coins looked familiar. He stared suspiciously at the Homunculus before walking out with his new armor and weapon. Feeling he had a grasp on what just happened, The Homunculus tried to imitate him.
As he walked over to the counter, amidst the strange looks of the other patrons, he reached into his pocket. The jingling sound from before was the same as the coins the man had put down, and from the pocket stolen from a corpse, he retrieved a handful of coins and plopped them onto the table. Also, the bottom half of his worn shirt which he found off a corpse ripped off completely. The rest of his clothes would be soon to follow. Pleased with his action, he found himself at a loss. He came into the transaction late, and didn't know exactly what the man had purchased.
"C, clothes..." he stammered out, a bit confused.
He tried to look around the store to try to visualize what he needed, but all he could look at was a display of a mannequin wearing black boots, cotton pants, a white t-shirt, and a long, unzipped blue coat with a closed collar whose sides extended down to the knees.
There was something else, "...Short Sword."
He didn't really know exactly what he was looking at or how it was called, so he still had a bewildered look on his face. It would be convenient if the shopkeeper could read his mind or something.