Richard is no longer equipped with his normal sobriquet of kit, which came as a horrendous surprise. He no longer has his gun, only some weird tube with a trigger on it like some sort of deadly telescope or a particularly extravagantly built baton. No magic crystals. No magic pants.
His boots were hobnailed so that when he struck the ground hard enough with his foot, they sparked, though. So that was nice. And his hat stayed mostly the same, just made out of leather and a tad floppy. There was a belt buckle on it, because even in another world from the other world, people wear too many belt buckles.
Everything said, he looked relatively suspicious, but normal in his long, brown leather coat.
Which made the fact that he'd found a prybar and a couple of grime-encrusted rocks to be sort of suspicious as he ducked back behind an alleyway.
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Richard is no longer equipped with his normal sobriquet of kit, which came as a horrendous surprise. He no longer has his gun, only some weird tube with a trigger on it like some sort of deadly telescope or a particularly extravagantly built baton. No magic crystals. No magic pants.
His boots were hobnailed so that when he struck the ground hard enough with his foot, they sparked, though. So that was nice. And his hat stayed mostly the same, just made out of leather and a tad floppy. There was a belt buckle on it, because even in another world from the other world, people wear too many belt buckles.
Everything said, he looked relatively suspicious, but normal in his long, brown leather coat.
Which made the fact that he'd found a prybar and a couple of grime-encrusted rocks to be sort of suspicious as he ducked back behind an alleyway.