08-13-2017, 02:23 PM
"HELOOOOO, THERE!" Bob bellowed. He looked at the man that had come to the truck, shifting his eyes over his body. Very muscular, but no uniform. Obviously a newbie. But everyone was a newbie sometimes, just like Omni Sez! "Now, listen. I know this is your first job, so you should stay close to me when we're out there. Now, we're gonna drive this van through the dark depths of Camelot, and we'll probably face some monsters. So, where's ya weapons?" Bob hadn't seen any weapons on the newcomer, but he may have just had them in a place he couldn't see.
"We-Weapons, no one t-told me we needed weapons. I'm n-not that g-good with them." The new partners voice trailed of to the side, as did his eyes.
"No weapons! Well, that'll be a problem. Ya see, Omnizon doesn't require us to bring weapons, but it's usually a good idea. 'Cause when we're out there, there's probably gonna be some goblins, ogres, werewolves, n other such things that'll give us a hard time, so you'll wanna defend yourself." Thinking, Bob considered what to do with the newcomer. It seemed like he had been put in delivery by mistake; he definitely seemed like he'd be better at economics, or packaging. Back to the problem at hand, Bob pulled his pistol off of his belt, tossing it toward the newcomer. "There! Just use that, I got my main ones," he patted his back, where the shotgun and rifle were. "Up here. So you can use that for now. Oh, and, ya never told me. What's your name? Mine's Bob. Bob B. Bob."
"We-Weapons, no one t-told me we needed weapons. I'm n-not that g-good with them." The new partners voice trailed of to the side, as did his eyes.
"No weapons! Well, that'll be a problem. Ya see, Omnizon doesn't require us to bring weapons, but it's usually a good idea. 'Cause when we're out there, there's probably gonna be some goblins, ogres, werewolves, n other such things that'll give us a hard time, so you'll wanna defend yourself." Thinking, Bob considered what to do with the newcomer. It seemed like he had been put in delivery by mistake; he definitely seemed like he'd be better at economics, or packaging. Back to the problem at hand, Bob pulled his pistol off of his belt, tossing it toward the newcomer. "There! Just use that, I got my main ones," he patted his back, where the shotgun and rifle were. "Up here. So you can use that for now. Oh, and, ya never told me. What's your name? Mine's Bob. Bob B. Bob."