Adapting Is Key

[splattershot]

"Well, shit."

That was all Tidal had to say when she awoke in the grassy field that was very much not her apartment. She'd fallen asleep in her jacket and pants after an exhausting - but highly satisfying - day of turf wars, excited to have more fun the next day. Well, now the next day was here, and this was not the Inkling's idea of fun.

As she rolled onto her back and sat up, she took in the area. It seemed like there was a city nearby, from the smoke rising up beyond the hills. Where the hell was she, and how had she gotten here? This wasn't good; she didn't even have her Splattershot.

Damn. She didn't even have her hat.

But she wasn't going to find anything out by sitting around, so she pushed herself up to a stance, tied her 'hair' up into a topknot, and began to walk towards the rising smoke. At least she'd be near some kind of civilization, then.

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[morganknight]

Thing is... Morgan pulled out a few silver coins, actual silver metal, and with a flourish offered them to the shopkeep. He peered at them for a moment, puzzled by the curious stamp on them, and after a moment drew out a small pair of scales from beneath the counter. Setting a weight on one side, he took a coin from Morgan and placed it on the other.

They balanced. "You've come from quite a far way, I take it," he said, sorting through the rest of the coins just as a matter of course.

[splattershot]

Tidal blinked at the shopkeep. She was always easy to get on the defensive, about anything... This might not go well.

"We might've, so what?"

[morganknight]

"Your coin's good, so simply noting it." Tidal's sudden snap had the merchant looking at her more carefully, with more of an eye for her unusual characteristics.

Thinking quickly, Morgan said, "Don't mind her, she's cranky when she's hungry."