Snippet #1802819

Kodaka arrived at the house. The door was open and he walked in, taking off his shoes. Why'd she leave the door open? The box was getting quite a hassle to carry so he made his way into the living room and set it down gently. The house smelled like cooking food, and Kodaka wondered if she was doing it right. Turning his attention back to the box, he noticed that it had a large padlock on it. Then he remembered. The key! Slipping the key from his neck, Kodaka aligned it to the key hole. It didn't fit. Kodaka sat back and scratched his head. So what did this key go to? Setting the key on the table, Kodaka looked for any other way to open the box. After a few minutes of tilting, prodding and prying, Kodaka finally gave up. "Geez. What now?" He looked at his hand. Wait. Doing what he did at the old man's house, Kodaka looked into his mind and focused. The familiar blue flames erupted from his hand once again. "Okay. Careful. I don't wanna blow up the house now. Maybe if I-" Kodaka's flaming blue hand gripped the lock. Realxing a bit, Kodaka closed his eyes and the flames grew. With a grunt, Kodaka wrenched his hand back and the lock broke off like it was made of fagile ice. "Got it!" The box sprang open the instant the lock came off and dust poofed out of the opening. Kodaka's eyes went wide as he saw what was inside. "Modikai..... I think you'll wanna see this!" Two, strange looking pistols sat there, crossing each other. The barrels were thin but long and they looked very heavy. The metal shined a dark white and redish stripes lined the weapons here and there. What ever they were, they looked like they could kill.