Brink of Death

Out Shopping

With the sound of a light thud, Chosen's feet hit the ground of a local town. The footpath to be precise. It causes a few citizens to be startled, in which he just smiles awkwardly and waves his hand in dismissal, hopefully conveying that he's not going to destroy everything. He'll leave that part to Dark.

It's a smallish townscape just outside the city, close enough to Dark and Chosen's house to acquire supplies and groceries. If there was ever an apocalypse of some kind, he can trust the locals that live around here. Although the two are welcome around here, Chosen isn't exactly the social type. He'd rather let Dark do all the talking. Dammit, stop thinking about him.

Walking along the footpath, Chosen pulls out his wallet from his pocket, stretching it open to see his current cashflow. A whole load of a fifty dollar note and a few silver coins, no credit or debit card. A grimace crosses Chosen's face as he zips his wallet shut again and slips it into his pocket. It's enough to get some groceries, after all things aren't too expensive around here. He'll just need to be wary of his spendings.

He walks past a few local stores, one of them being a florist. Chosen has never actually been in there for a matter of fact. The idea of flowers and bouquets don't interest him too much. But he can recall seeing a friendly guy that works there. Another shop that Chosen walks past is selling clothing, and then a chemist, and then another clothing store, before eventually he stops outside his destination. The supermarket.

"Just go in...and then out," Chosen sighs, "Won't take too long."

Walking into the store he hoped that it wouldn't be too crowded inside. Unfortunately for Chosen, his hopes turned out to be the opposite. It almost felt claustrophobic and definitely uncomfortable. So many people walking in different directions, so much noise and clatter, footsteps and conversations buzzing around like bees. The artificial lights shining down from above are too bright, creating a faintly continuous white noise in the background.

Chosen ignores just about everybody, not making eye contact or greeting people. I mean, why would he need to? Perhaps how a cheerful, friendly citizen would act is doing such things, but he really isn't in the mood. Not to mention the lingering headache he's been stuck with for the past few days, the amount of sleep he hasn't been getting, and the aching in his body from the haunting fight he endured.

Right...what to buy. That was indeed the question as Chosen stares down the seemingly never-ending soup aisle. Seriously though, why does a store need this much soup? He raises an eyebrow as he ponders on that thought, when a sudden voice interrupts.

"Hey, have you gotten lost in the soup or something?" a friendly voice quips, approaching Chosen.

"Hm?" he looks over in the direction of the guy, being snapped out of his thoughts. Who in Outernet is talking to me? Apparently a person that looks around the same age as Chosen, "Uh, no I was just looking for..." Chosen trails off. What was he looking for?

"Hey, i've seen you around before haven't I?" the man asks, tilting his head slightly. Chosen silently glances up and down the guy, taking in his sage green hair and clothing choices until his eyes land on a name tag that says "Lynn".

"Uh, i think so," Chosen ponders for a moment, "You work at the florist right?" He seems to guess correctly as the other man smiles.

"Yeah I do, name's Lynn–"

"I know, it says on your um," Chosen gestures to the name tag on the other's work attire, "Name tag." Great job Chosen, real smooth there, he internally scolds himself and glances to the side.

"Oh, hey yeah it does!" Lynn chuckles lightly, "I always forget about that. I'm on break right now, as for the work uniform. What's your name by the way? I don't think I've ever gotten it, even with all the talk around town about you two."

Chosen can feel a pang of humiliation form in his stomach at "You two", the guy obviously talking about him and Dark. Chosen has to hold back an awkward grimace, "Uh, it's The Chosen One, but Chosen is fine."

"Righttt, now I remember. Fire hands," Lynn exaggerates some jazz hands with a small grin, quickly laughing softly and stopping as he sees Chosen's awkward demeanour, "Okay, bad joke. So, you need any help looking for something? You seem a bit lost."

One thing he has noticed about Lynn is that he talks a lot, making Chosen think that he should loosen up a bit more when meeting new people. Maybe he should just be more forward, "I need soup," Chosen states.