I just realized that my GW2 engineer is, at least spiritually, a Shakta and Lyestra lovechild.
I…I am sorry, Tarnished Coast, for giving you this demented young engineer. Really sorry.
“I’m bringing toys I made to the orphanage,”Imke said, gathering up boxes.
“That’s ni—wait. I thought you said there was no point in donating toys to the orphanage, because children are evil and just steal each other’s toys?”
“Oh, I’ve come up with a way to fix that. See, I re-programmed all the dolls. They’ll work on voice recognition, and if someone tries to operate them without permission, then these daggers pop out of their hands and they STAB whoever is responsible!”
“What? TOY THEFT IS SERIOUS BUSINESS. Do you know how many times my Wintersday was RUINED because a bigger kid took my toy?”
“…I…okay, but I think we need to come up with a solution other than stabbing.”
“Why? It worked well enough for me! The other street kids sure stopped taking my toys once I started making weapons, too.”
“…back in the shop, Imke.”
“BACK TO THE SHOP.”
The teenager huffed and scowled and muttered under her breath, but wonder of wonders, she obeyed her mentor and toys her box of stabby toys back into the shop. Before Jim closed the door, you heard, “A mild electrical shock might be better, and make less of a mess.”