Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20131112040610/@comment-5726563-20131214215531

Later, at a Dust store

Messer looked over the different Dust's, checking out the prices. Leaning back, he called out to Jr on the other side of the store. "Don't forget to pick out some good bullets for Noc. I think I found some good Dust for me and Crimal." Looking over the aisles, he pulled out some vials for him and Crimal. Putting them in his cart, he moved down, pulling out a sheet with the names of different types of Dust written down, each person's preference. Standing on his toes, he looked around until he saw the fire aisle, moving over to it. Looking over the different types of Fire dust, he looked at his sheet again.

''I can't really read this handwriting. What does this say?''

Staring closely at it, he turned the sheet, trying to read what it said. Finally, he sighed, putting away the sheet before walking down the aisle, to where Jr was picking up the bullets, putting them on the counter. "Hey, Jr, what kind did you want again? I can't read the type you wrote down."