@lapaume
“Ah, you’re home! The door was unlocked, so I decided to invite myself in.”
The door was, in fact, previously locked. At the moment the lock didn’t exist, but looking behind the girl standing triumphantly in the doorway would earn you the sight of several other doors in similar condition. Al didn’t seem to think much of it or her blatant intrusion, standing with a beaming grin and a satisfied look in her eyes.
On her shoulder was a hockey stick that she held like some sort of weapon, and in her hand was what looked like a gun. Her posture was less than threatening and more curious if not a bit too carefree. Shifting her gaze from the ‘gun’ to the hockey stick on her shoulder, she spoke casually as if she hadn’t just broken into someone else’s room.
“I believe this toy is supposed to be the a beacon. I have an idea about what it’s used for, but that’s not important. Do you know what this thing is?”
“I had assumed it was a scythe, but it seems more like a tool for sport. I think it was called hockey?”
