Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24617443-20170205025114/@comment-24416658-20170206043100

"Come one, pardner, another game!"

Tanner was slapping some more lien down onto the counter, as the man running the shooting game nodded wearily. Tanner had spent about a hundred Lien on this game, having won the largest prizes every single time. As soon as the figures started to rise, he brought up the fake rifle, firing off shots and taking down every single one, dead-center. The man behind the counter sighed, bringing down yet another large prize.

"Yee-haw!" Tanner yelled, taking the stuffed Ursa. He had already won 2 stuffed Beowulves, 3 stuffed Ursas, and a stuffed Goliath, all of which he was carrying under his arms. The other people around the game counter were rather amazed, and the boy just grinned, carting off his winnings. Walking a ways away, he went up to his destination: his rocket locker, which he had already called here not for his weapon, but for stuffing his earnings inside.

"There...we...go!" he said, pushing the stuffed Grimm inside and closing the door. He pressed a few buttons on his scroll, and the locker boosted up, flying off back to Beacon.

Cowboy, the Knight commented, ''Dost thou heareth? ''

Tanner focused his hearing, and could definitely see what the Knight was talking about. Turning around, he headed for the call, spotting a strange man with what appeared to be equipment.

"What in tarnation...."