A-2. [It's a Wild West setting! That can only mean one thing: there's a saloon. That's definitely not the place for some kid who looks like he can't be any older than fourteen, but... If they're going to turn him loose without any supervision, this is just a natural consequence, right??
Or, at least, Leo thinks that's how it's supposed to go, anyway. Without any supervision, he's at liberty to play at being a normal boy, and being curious about alcohol is something normal boys are supposed to be, isn't it? He hasn't quite gotten a handle on the part where he's supposed to be sneaky or ashamed of that curiosity, though, so he doesn't act even the least bit sheepish when he's caught behind the counter.]
Oh, hello. Good morning to you.
A-3. [This week's challenge seems designed to make everyone feel right at home the setting: hunting! Each participant has been given a very convincing replica of a hunting rifle—though the moment it's fired, the truth of its design becomes apparent. Less dangerous than a BB gun, pulling the trigger produces a line of laser light that fells the virtual ducks flying through the air, but not much else.
Not that Leo is doing a particularly good job of killing even those designated targets. He's been "programmed" to know a lot of things, but this isn't one of them; he doubts he would ever have been expected to dirty his own hands with a firearm like this. Maybe that's why he seems so unruffled by his poor showing, smiling and laughing to himself even as that damn dog shows up to laugh at him, again.]
I don't suppose you could give me any pointers.
[He asks the person immediately preceding him, because surely they couldn't have done any worse.]
B-1. [Oh, hostage motive. The game-runners must be disappointed with everyone's murder-showings so far.
...A person might think, for all Leo's formality and assorted quirks, that he's still a fourteen-year-old boy and would therefore be shaken by a threat as severe and personal as this one. They would be wrong, however! His serene expression doesn't even falter as the motive is revealed, and in fact, he has some words for anyone who might be more affected than he is (read: affected at all).]
They must be getting desperate, if they're willing to stoop to something this base. It would be best to ignore them.
leo b. harway • fate/extra
[It's a Wild West setting! That can only mean one thing: there's a saloon. That's definitely not the place for some kid who looks like he can't be any older than fourteen, but... If they're going to turn him loose without any supervision, this is just a natural consequence, right??
Or, at least, Leo thinks that's how it's supposed to go, anyway. Without any supervision, he's at liberty to play at being a normal boy, and being curious about alcohol is something normal boys are supposed to be, isn't it? He hasn't quite gotten a handle on the part where he's supposed to be sneaky or ashamed of that curiosity, though, so he doesn't act even the least bit sheepish when he's caught behind the counter.]
Oh, hello. Good morning to you.
A-3.
[This week's challenge seems designed to make everyone feel right at home the setting: hunting! Each participant has been given a very convincing replica of a hunting rifle—though the moment it's fired, the truth of its design becomes apparent. Less dangerous than a BB gun, pulling the trigger produces a line of laser light that fells the virtual ducks flying through the air, but not much else.
Not that Leo is doing a particularly good job of killing even those designated targets. He's been "programmed" to know a lot of things, but this isn't one of them; he doubts he would ever have been expected to dirty his own hands with a firearm like this. Maybe that's why he seems so unruffled by his poor showing, smiling and laughing to himself even as that damn dog shows up to laugh at him, again.]
I don't suppose you could give me any pointers.
[He asks the person immediately preceding him, because surely they couldn't have done any worse.]
B-1.
[Oh, hostage motive. The game-runners must be disappointed with everyone's murder-showings so far.
...A person might think, for all Leo's formality and assorted quirks, that he's still a fourteen-year-old boy and would therefore be shaken by a threat as severe and personal as this one. They would be wrong, however! His serene expression doesn't even falter as the motive is revealed, and in fact, he has some words for anyone who might be more affected than he is (read: affected at all).]
They must be getting desperate, if they're willing to stoop to something this base. It would be best to ignore them.