[the demigod looks down at his long, spindly hands, as if he's not sure what Tek expects him to do with them... he could probably come up with some sort of fancy magic to bring them with, but that immediately sounds like more trouble than it's worth. eventually, he looks down at his wet, ill-fitting shirt, shrugs, and peels it off.
this will work. he'll bundle up the good shards nicely, pausing to grab one from Tek's reject pile for himself. it's long, skinny. would look good on his desk, but it's equally likely he likes it because it's almost a perfect shape to stab someone with.
and then there's the rest. having no better ideas, he picks up one of their rejected shards, and... just... chucks it into the lake.
it makes a very satisfying "plunk" sound. he smiles, throws another one. it'll take him a minute, but it looks like he's having fun?]
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[the demigod looks down at his long, spindly hands, as if he's not sure what Tek expects him to do with them... he could probably come up with some sort of fancy magic to bring them with, but that immediately sounds like more trouble than it's worth. eventually, he looks down at his wet, ill-fitting shirt, shrugs, and peels it off.
this will work. he'll bundle up the good shards nicely, pausing to grab one from Tek's reject pile for himself. it's long, skinny. would look good on his desk, but it's equally likely he likes it because it's almost a perfect shape to stab someone with.
and then there's the rest. having no better ideas, he picks up one of their rejected shards, and... just... chucks it into the lake.
it makes a very satisfying "plunk" sound. he smiles, throws another one. it'll take him a minute, but it looks like he's having fun?]