10-08-2015, 08:51 AM
Desco watched the food stand as someone else walked up to buy a hot dog. Loaded with ketchup and mustard, the result was mouth-watering to the young final boss. She really wanted that cotton candy too. In Hades Desco had plenty of foods to eat. Anything from simple Ramen to the fanciest of Sushi to the cheapest of Burgers, demons had access to all kinds of foods similar to any and every culture of the human world and beyond. Although you had to be careful about it too, zombie food usually contained brains, seasoned with brains, or otherwise had human flesh and Desco didn't want to eat that. Nor would she want to eat the rocks that a stone golem might need in his diet. Sardines tasted good though, and plenty of omega 3 fatty acid or whatever.
However, Ururu pulled her away from that to look at a guy using a rather simple looking gun firing in a shooting range game. He was kinda odd looking, with the green skin and yellow eyes he was probably a goblin family demon? Those games were always rigged and Desco knew that from her vast programmed knowledge and cartoons on tv, though she had no personal experience at a carnival. That detail was lost in the moment though, caught up in the fiction presented as the man shot one target after another only to miss in the end. He must not be 'that' great a shot!
Ururu had asked about the gun itself, not the contest he was in. Desco looked closer at it, the weapon was certainly an old fashioned one. Revolvers were more of an old west type thing, but in the Netherworld anything that resembled a weapon could be more than meets the eye. The classic revolver on Earth could no more hurt her than a sniper rifle could, but demon weapons had all sorts of magical power attached and here in the Omniverse things leaned more towards the Netherworld standards. Even Prinnies could be deadly when properly leveled up. The young final boss took things at face value anyway, pushing the possibilities aside. "It looks like a revolver that a cowboy would use! It shoots bullets, but it probably can't hurt Desco." Desco didn't quite pick up on Ururu's shock about the weapon, and Desco's eyes were soon back on the food stands.
However, Ururu pulled her away from that to look at a guy using a rather simple looking gun firing in a shooting range game. He was kinda odd looking, with the green skin and yellow eyes he was probably a goblin family demon? Those games were always rigged and Desco knew that from her vast programmed knowledge and cartoons on tv, though she had no personal experience at a carnival. That detail was lost in the moment though, caught up in the fiction presented as the man shot one target after another only to miss in the end. He must not be 'that' great a shot!
Ururu had asked about the gun itself, not the contest he was in. Desco looked closer at it, the weapon was certainly an old fashioned one. Revolvers were more of an old west type thing, but in the Netherworld anything that resembled a weapon could be more than meets the eye. The classic revolver on Earth could no more hurt her than a sniper rifle could, but demon weapons had all sorts of magical power attached and here in the Omniverse things leaned more towards the Netherworld standards. Even Prinnies could be deadly when properly leveled up. The young final boss took things at face value anyway, pushing the possibilities aside. "It looks like a revolver that a cowboy would use! It shoots bullets, but it probably can't hurt Desco." Desco didn't quite pick up on Ururu's shock about the weapon, and Desco's eyes were soon back on the food stands.