[Gunpowder — for 'guns', then? He's never heard of such a thing.]
I would not concern yourself, Majima. I've seen unpleasant—
[Fancy that, when the doors are pushed open, there's already something in the making: a bunch of figures, about seven inches high, are battling around a wagon. They're slicing through arms, impaling each other, throwing little 'stones' that smash faces, shooting arrows that go through necks—
There's a little figure of Diarmuid in the furthest corner, trying to wake a crumpled plastic man by hitting him on the chest with his fists. Bits and pieces of the toys fly this way and that, bodies twitching where they lay dead on the table.
Diarmuid's mouth goes dry, and he quiets at the man's side.]
I don't mind continuing, or handwaving, feel free to pick!
[Gunpowder — for 'guns', then? He's never heard of such a thing.]
I would not concern yourself, Majima. I've seen unpleasant—
[Fancy that, when the doors are pushed open, there's already something in the making: a bunch of figures, about seven inches high, are battling around a wagon. They're slicing through arms, impaling each other, throwing little 'stones' that smash faces, shooting arrows that go through necks—
There's a little figure of Diarmuid in the furthest corner, trying to wake a crumpled plastic man by hitting him on the chest with his fists. Bits and pieces of the toys fly this way and that, bodies twitching where they lay dead on the table.
Diarmuid's mouth goes dry, and he quiets at the man's side.]