meriful

*Open to ANY original character, any gender, any ages*
Who: Hawke and Anne
Where: a museum
When: whenever

Well, nobody can ever fault me with being too prepared. The thought occurred to him as he remained crouched inside a giant teapot with, well, nothing in particular to help him out of the situation. Sure, he had a stick. And it was a pretty nice stick, all things considered. There was a good heft and size to it, and he thought it could do a decent job if swung around properly, but it really wouldn’t stand up to what the other guys had. They had things that could make wooden sticks go all Kablooey! along with the rest of him. So... yeah, he needed something better than a stick. He also probably needed to stop pissing so many people off, but he didn’t think that was going to happen anytime soon with people being so uptight all the time.
( Until then, he would probably find himself in situations like these. )