BONUS: Inventory Check

It was a bit later when Mikuru walked back in, this time carrying a rucksack that looked rather spacious.

"Everyone, gather round, I have your held items here with me. Now, I don't have any tags attached to them, so I'm just gonna start throwing by instinct. If I get it wrong...eh, things happen. Not everything in here has an owner as obvious as Gwen is."

The Maskmaker's eyes narrowed. "Obvious?" she growled.

"I meant your mask." Mikuru gestured to the black masquerade mask. "Who else would be able to craft such a thing?"

If she looked mollified, she sure didn't show it. Mikuru went back to opening the bag, and looked inside.

"Stetson. Pair of revolvers, pearl finish, unloaded." Picking up the hat and pair of firearms from the bag's interiors, he tossed them to their rightful owner, who caught one in each calloused hand, and the hat on his head.

Katsuhiro admired his guns, twirling them around subconsciously. "Much appreciated." He drawled, finally tipping his familiar hat back.

"Service pistol, also unloaded...I'm guessing Zuzaki's?"

Catching it in one hand, the Sharpshooter flicked the safety on. "You never know when there's still one chambered." She shrugged.

"Fans, Hijiri. Wooden sword, Koji. Katana— Katana? Imouto, I don't think you want this back, do you?"

Hikari shook her head, as one hand subconsciously found itself on her chest. The message was clear.

He returned the blade, before pulling out a lens case. Miyako stepped forward and took it from him without hesitation, before stopping. "Is my switchblade still inside, deuteragonist-chan?"

"And why do you think it's a good idea for me to give you a weapon?" Mikuru challenged, pulling out said weapon in the process.

"I didn't think it was a good idea; I only asked if it was still inside. But since it is, can I ask you nicely to give my switchblade back?"

He stared at her, before relenting. "Fine, but if someone turns up with a stab wound, everyone will know."

Her smile widened. "Fair enough," she whispered, before walking away with a laugh.

Mikuru's eyes widened as he next pulled out a baseball bat, the words 'Sal II' etched onto one side in gold lettering. "Hey, what gives? I wasn't aware we had a Baseball Star in here, even if there's an autograph here from one Leon Kuwata...Okay, seriously, who actually has the need to carry a slugger on a regular basis?"

Off to the side, Christine looked away shyly, whistling innocently, before holding out a hand.

"...And I thought you was supposed to be the nice one."

Rummaging once more in the rucksack, he pulled out something that looked like a piece of headgear. Turning the soft fabric around revealed an insignia that looked like a monster with multiple heads.

As everyone glared at it with similar expressions of disdain, Mikuru made a face. "Yeah, okay, I'm throwing this away. Saying no to the hydra cap."


#SayNoToHydraCap

In other news...I'm not dead, I swear. But I've sorta-kinda-moved on to Tumblr Roleplaying for a stint, and I think I'm addicted to it.

My sincerest apologies, guys, but I find it hard to focus on so many projects at once; coupled along with my regular schoolwork, I've prioritized my work on tumblr, so just as a note of closure, I'm putting Double or Nothing on a semi-indefinite hiatus, along with this profile in general.

I'm impulsive like that. I'm sorry.

I really hope I'll find the motivation to work on this story again. But don't fret, I will one day return to this...I know I will. Until then, I love you all for placing so many high hopes on this story, and I regret that I must let you all down for now. Thank you nonetheless, and believe me, you've been a wonderful audience.

Until then, this is SDproductions, signing out.