The Ink Spot, Friday, May 16, 2025

[fears_no_one]

After an enlightening dinner last night, Flint had tucked into a book about modern city planning and was now learning about crosswalks, traffic flow, and how he, perhaps, should not have stabbed that car a few weeks ago.

Perhaps.

He glanced up from his bed and then blinked in confusion as a giant lizard stomped past his door and crashed through his display of deeply terrible beach books. He wasn't sorry to see them go, but...

"What the fuck is going on out there?" he demanded to no one, grabbing his pistol and stomping outside.

Being outside did not help with his confusion.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he bellowed.

He'd have some Things to share at First Aid.

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[suitably_heroic]

A smouldering godzilla-head went flying right past the Ink Spot entrance.

"This is not the time to go outside!" Jack bellowed, looking frazzled.

The bloody band-t-shirt-and-lightsabers thing sure was a look.

[fears_no_one]

Flint looked unimpressed as the head went past. "You are not my keeper."

[suitably_heroic]

"It's friendly advice, go get killed if you want!" Jack replied, shrugging as he ducked under an incoming swing of a lizard fist. "It's a free country!"

[fears_no_one]

"I don't know what that means," Flint told him, pointing his 1700-era pistol out and shooting a 4 foot lizard right between the eyes. "But I'm fairly adept at problem solving."

Assuming it included shooting them.

[suitably_heroic]

"How fast does that thing reload?!"

There was an exclamation mark in there, but Jack was genuinely curious!

And shoving a lightsaber into Godzilla guts, but. You know.

[fears_no_one]

"I can do it in 15 seconds," Flint said, "which is good because they only fire about half the time."

[suitably_heroic]

"Seems unreliable," Jack offered, yanking the blade out as he twisted back around to get a better view of the field. "You ever think about swapping it in for something with a lower failure rate? Or is the familiarity too much of a perk?"

What? What.

[fears_no_one]

"No one is offering me something more modern," Flint admitted with a grin. "I have a sword as well, but it's not as shiny as yours."

[suitably_heroic]

"Well, if you need an address for a more reliable weapon, let me know," Jack called, and Force-leaped over an incoming lizard.

[fears_no_one]

"Fucking show off," Flint said with a snort of laughter/

[suitably_heroic]

"What, you're telling me you wouldn't be going overdrive on the acrobatics if a girl gave you superpowers one day?" Jack asked, stabbing the lizard through the heart.