if you asked her, she much preferred the cooler temperature of her castle over this heat. even now, she considers returning to the air-conditioned abode and she begins to-- when something catches her eye. a stall tucked underneath the shade of a tree. it is not the person running it that draws her eyes, but that which it sells. a plethora of varying waterguns, some even similar in appearance to that of Arturia’s. a decision is made and in under five minutes, she is the owner of a bright blue water gun, the deluxe version the vendor had called it to be.
given already filled with water, the Berserker tests the weight of it in her hands as she moves away, turning it over as assessments are made. her feet come to a pause as she shifts it in her arms to aim it before her and without looking up, she pulls the trigger.
water spurts force in a concentrated jetstream, going a considerable amount of distance....before finding an unintentional target. Morgan’s eyes meet that of the one who just got doused and with one hand, she raises the watergun to rest against her shoulder, expression contemplative. not the least bit concerned about her actions. “ Hm. It could use more firepower....”
@scratchmeow -- spiralefes