Chairs and windy things! The berserker hauls ass through the door and Kanji grit his teeth in fury.
Wait, slates! Whose were they? They needed to go back to their owners. He scooped them up on his way to the door, narrowly dodging a fired arrow, and pressed their activation buttons. All he needed to do was see the desktop backgrou-
This one was his. He knew that adorable Carbuncle background anywhere. He immediately flicked to the Asterisk program and activated his recently-mastered Berserker.
"I'm goin' on ahead for the other slates!" He called, and held out the other activated slate. Anyone recognize this background??
"Whoever this belongs to, come get it!" Anybody with even a sliver of recognition in their eyes, into their hands the slate goes.
Because Kanji is a goddamn hurricane through the closed door, rattled Ranger in the way or no.
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Wait, slates! Whose were they? They needed to go back to their owners. He scooped them up on his way to the door, narrowly dodging a fired arrow, and pressed their activation buttons. All he needed to do was see the desktop backgrou-
This one was his. He knew that adorable Carbuncle background anywhere. He immediately flicked to the Asterisk program and activated his recently-mastered Berserker.
"I'm goin' on ahead for the other slates!" He called, and held out the other activated slate. Anyone recognize this background??
"Whoever this belongs to, come get it!" Anybody with even a sliver of recognition in their eyes, into their hands the slate goes.
Because Kanji is a goddamn hurricane through the closed door, rattled Ranger in the way or no.