[Shizuo wasn't sure what he would be able to offer. Compared to everyone else around him, he felt kind of useless. No experience with any real magic, his only strength was in his fists and body. And having been gifted as Frankenstein's monster... He honestly wasn't sure how to feel about that. He was only familiar with how the movies usually portrayed the character.
He could have done without the stitch tattoos, though, along with having his clothes all patched up now. But well, not like he can really complain—he had volunteered and he considers the whole essence thing like a gift.
He just hopes he could actually be useful.]
muffet - b.i: all this stuff is stupid. [At first he was fine with helping in this little "fetch quest." Just gather a few ingredients and be done with the whining brat, right? Honestly, he kind of had to leave because Muffet girl was ticking off all his boxes and he didn't want to go full "Frankstein's monster" on her.
But now after the fourth person, he's not sure if this is really any better.]
Why the hell can't these people just get this shit themselves? Why does anyone need wine to make a freaking apron, anyway??
[He's speaking through grit teeth as he tries to keep his temper under control, but you gotta admit. This is pretty ridiculous. Especially since they now apparently needed to find a turtle for the vineyard owner's son.]
pigs - a: let's build some houses. [With two large beams of wood over one shoulder and a bundle of bricks under the other arm, Shizuo walks over to where people are working on the houses.]
I brought the materials. Where should I put 'em?
[Don't mind him, these don't weigh a thing to him. He's actually thinking of doubling the amount next time to make things go faster...
Alternatively, he can be found with his shovel and clearing out some ground so that a foundation can be made.]
humpty - c: smashing some blots. [Shizuo had been roughly familiar with the nursery rhyme. Something about an egg and falling off a wall and king's people unable to fix it. What he didn't expect, however, was for the army to come charging at them.
Immediately he holds out his arm and summons the one weapon he's managed to figure out so far—a shovel. ...Yeah, an odd choice, but just wait when he actually starts using it.]
These things aren't real people, right? So doesn't matter if they're killed or not.
Shizuo Heiwajima | Durarara!! | Frankenstein's Monster
He could have done without the stitch tattoos, though, along with having his clothes all patched up now. But well, not like he can really complain—he had volunteered and he considers the whole essence thing like a gift.
He just hopes he could actually be useful.]
muffet - b.i: all this stuff is stupid.
[At first he was fine with helping in this little "fetch quest." Just gather a few ingredients and be done with the whining brat, right? Honestly, he kind of had to leave because Muffet girl was ticking off all his boxes and he didn't want to go full "Frankstein's monster" on her.
But now after the fourth person, he's not sure if this is really any better.]
Why the hell can't these people just get this shit themselves? Why does anyone need wine to make a freaking apron, anyway??
[He's speaking through grit teeth as he tries to keep his temper under control, but you gotta admit. This is pretty ridiculous. Especially since they now apparently needed to find a turtle for the vineyard owner's son.]
pigs - a: let's build some houses.
[With two large beams of wood over one shoulder and a bundle of bricks under the other arm, Shizuo walks over to where people are working on the houses.]
I brought the materials. Where should I put 'em?
[Don't mind him, these don't weigh a thing to him. He's actually thinking of doubling the amount next time to make things go faster...
Alternatively, he can be found with his shovel and clearing out some ground so that a foundation can be made.]
humpty - c: smashing some blots.
[Shizuo had been roughly familiar with the nursery rhyme. Something about an egg and falling off a wall and king's people unable to fix it. What he didn't expect, however, was for the army to come charging at them.
Immediately he holds out his arm and summons the one weapon he's managed to figure out so far—a shovel. ...Yeah, an odd choice, but just wait when he actually starts using it.]
These things aren't real people, right? So doesn't matter if they're killed or not.
[Just making sure.]
wildcard.
[For any other ideas you might have.]