@gobsnacc asked the summoner:
Hides his gun among three chocolate replicas. “One of these things is not like the other! Have fun with the other threee. Happy fools daaaayyy!”
Mun is abhorrently late pretend it's the 1st for Kaze ok
The haze of sleep slowly released his senses, blue eyes opening and consciousness returning only to feel a distinct lightness at his hip. Immediately, the Windarian's hand traveled to check for Orthrus; Finding the gun notably absent.
Kaze sprang to his feet, digging around in the holster as though that would help locate the missing weapon. Think, think. He can't have left it elsewhere, keeping his essentials close was second nature. Had someone - had someone snuck up on him while he was sleeping and simply removed his trusted sidearm? Without waking him up? How? Then again, he thought he had heard a voice just now.
...Only when the summoner looked around did he finally find the crimson shotgun - four of it, actually. What?
He stumbled closer, inspecting the weapons arranged so neatly on a stone surface before him. Of course, paranoia was the first thing perking up in that war-worn mind; Was this the work of some sort of mimic? Well, he was feeling no magic. His hand moved to lift up the middle right one, finding it instead... oddly light. This was not the texture of metal, either.
...Kaze then unceremoniously shattered the thing over the rock. It fell apart, revealing a brown inside and sweet scent. Chocolate..?
Really, he was so impossibly confused he was actually no longer confused at all. Wonderland. A word he repeared in his head whenever his mind blanked and he failed to understand what was happening around him. Yes, Wonderland. That was all.
Wonderland. The Wind Warrior picked up the leftmost one and shattered it as well. More chocolate. Eating it was the very last thing on his mind at the moment. He repeated the manouever with the second to last one - with three of the guns destroyed, it left only the furthest right one intact. A gloved hand reached for the grip, and as expected, felt real metal. This one was not broken over the rock, being slipped into the gunmage's vacant holster instead.
And just like that, everything felt right as it should. He hoped this would not occur again.
The last thing he needed was to be stuck in Chaos' kingdom with useless sweets for weapons. Far as he was aware, chocolate hardly made a workable material for crafting weapons. Or bullets.
He checked all his Soil casings just in case.
