[Maka, as is usual for her, is immediately drawn to the test your strength. It takes a moment for the carnie to realize that the girl in braids wearing a deceptively cute frilly tank and capris is the terror that's been practically breaking the machine for the past year. He pales and ducks behind the counter, just pointing at the hammers in a gesture of "please, please just take the hit and get your prize."]
...Um.
[She doesn't get what's got him so spooked, but Maka takes the hammer anyway--she lifts it so easily one would think it was made of feathers rather than being the heaviest hammer. Maka winds up, and...CLANG! The bell's smacked loudly enough to send a slight tremor through the ground.
Maka is very nonchalant about this.] Can I have the Litwick, please?
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...Um.
[She doesn't get what's got him so spooked, but Maka takes the hammer anyway--she lifts it so easily one would think it was made of feathers rather than being the heaviest hammer. Maka winds up, and...CLANG! The bell's smacked loudly enough to send a slight tremor through the ground.
Maka is very nonchalant about this.] Can I have the Litwick, please?