[Guy wasn't sure where exactly his god had managed to get his hands on so much junk in the first place, just that he wasn't around to ask and it was Guy's job to get rid of said junk somehow. As much of it as he could, anyway, which did turned out to be much harder than it sounded. Half of it was legitimate French imports, but stuff like trinket boxes and fairly uninteresting keychains and the other half was clearly Japanese-made knockoffs.
Still, he tried to catch the attention of anyone who came close enough and tried not to look too bored the rest of the time.]
Hey! Can I interest you in anything?
'Helpful' Ayakashi
[So ayakashi were bad, right? And needed to be gotten rid of, right? Unfortunately, this particular one didn't seem particularly bad, nor did Guy really have any way to get rid of it. It was simply hanging out on a small stretch of sidewalk like a strange multi-armed bush, occasionally stretching out an arm to...nudge someone away from an obstacle or pull an inattentive jaywalker back onto the sidewalk.
As an experiment, he draws a line, blocking one of the hands, which smacks against the barrier once, hesitates, and then shoots towards him instead. It's not a very fast attack and he sidesteps it, drawing another borderline.]
Guy Cecil | Tales of the Abyss | Shinki
[Guy wasn't sure where exactly his god had managed to get his hands on so much junk in the first place, just that he wasn't around to ask and it was Guy's job to get rid of said junk somehow. As much of it as he could, anyway, which did turned out to be much harder than it sounded. Half of it was legitimate French imports, but stuff like trinket boxes and fairly uninteresting keychains and the other half was clearly Japanese-made knockoffs.
Still, he tried to catch the attention of anyone who came close enough and tried not to look too bored the rest of the time.]
Hey! Can I interest you in anything?
'Helpful' Ayakashi
[So ayakashi were bad, right? And needed to be gotten rid of, right? Unfortunately, this particular one didn't seem particularly bad, nor did Guy really have any way to get rid of it. It was simply hanging out on a small stretch of sidewalk like a strange multi-armed bush, occasionally stretching out an arm to...nudge someone away from an obstacle or pull an inattentive jaywalker back onto the sidewalk.
As an experiment, he draws a line, blocking one of the hands, which smacks against the barrier once, hesitates, and then shoots towards him instead. It's not a very fast attack and he sidesteps it, drawing another borderline.]
Okay, I get it, you want to help.