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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 7:07 pm
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Static Charge
Relief! The blueblood was free! Its not that Kursha was heavy, really, he just had a lot to say, and wiggled a lot too. Static really worried about the greenblood's blood loss when he insisted on not staying still in the least. Flydra had Kursha now tho, so he could do other things. "Um, Garand, could you help me set up the sensor thing?" Static said, he winced as he pulled it out of the bag he had been carrying it in.
When both the blueblood boys were busy setting up the contraption, Static took the opportunity to whisper to Garand. "Hey, are you okay?" Static looked over his shoulder to make sure Scorpa or anyone else was not listening in. "Scorpa sure seems interested in you..." He paused. Was offering help too much? Too forward? "Do you, um, do you want backup or....?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2018 7:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2018 12:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2018 3:58 pm
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"I'm fine," Garand was quick to assure Static as he moved to his side. He'd lost his jeans from the knees down and his boots had been gnawed on, but Pan was still on his shoulder and there was a new gun in his belt. That evened out pretty well. As for Scorpa...He turned to glance back at the yellowblood in question as well as Flydra as she hurried to Captain Vidari's side. Did he need backup, once their attention was back on him?
"I'm not sure," he admitted, "but you'll be the first to know if she takes it too far." Patting Static's shoulder, he stood to survey their work. It all seemed to be in place. He looked back at his friend. "More importantly, are you okay? What happened in-"
The wind kicked up then, a voice boomed, and he hurried back several steps, pulling Static along. The fact of the matter was, Garand was used to this kind of thing. To neverending stories that only ever segued into the next tall tale to the next. The difference was in the wind, the crushing pressure, the inherent danger of it all. He could weather it a while, he knew, but if things ramped up anymore...
A child stepped forward. And while Garand would usually have been right beside her asking about the man's guns (he still wanted another look at that blunderbuss), he was also very very hesitant to do anything that might prompt the ghost towards a demonstration. "I'm curious as well. Where did you buy your ammunition? Who did the work on the blunderbuss? Is there a gunsmith you favored?" Technical details had to be safer than 'what does it feel like to shoot'.
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Posted: Sat Apr 07, 2018 5:25 pm
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Dalema and Garand managed to catch Epratt between storites. It took a moment before the seadweller noticed he was being spoken over. A look of cool irritation crossed his translucent features before he recognized the nature of the questions. His demeanor brightened and the winds died down so as to better hear the conversation.
”Ah, an enthusiast!” Epratt's voice ran over with the tone of an adult humoring a child. He grinned with all his teeth at Garand, though. ”And a highblood at that! Yes, yes, you may be a landdweller, but the Empire could always use more potential future orphaners. And those Orphaners had better be equipped with the finest tools!”
Epratt drifted lower as if descending a staircase. Blank eyes inspected the gun at Garand's side. ”Well now if this isn't a familiar sight... This piece looks like it's seen better nights, but I'm confident it will serve better in your possession than Awassi's, young man.” Epratt sighed wistfully. ”Awassi was always a bright and talented young thing, but they unfortunately lacked an eye for the finer weapons trollkind had to offer.”
Epratt turned back to Garand with a flourish. A wide palm clapped the young blueblood's shoulder... or at least, Epratt made the gesture of such. Rather than physical contact there was a brief flash of white and Garand's shoulder was enveloped in an icy chill. If the seadweller noticed anything out of place, he didn't show it. Epratt's hands were already back at his sides.
”You should look into the work of my good friend Donder Ingole. Talented young man. At least the last I checked. I'm not yet entirely sure how much time has passed since I last saw the light of the moons. They were trained in their craft by their late moirail--bubbles rest their soul. They were quite a bit older, but they themselves were learned in the art of smithing from the works left behind by their very own ancestor. Imagine that! Truly their pieces evoked a regality from a bygone era. If you want antiques restored properly, you'll speak with Sir Ingole and no one else! Tell him Epratt Kewrei sent you! Advertising from beyond the Veil! He'll owe me quite a bit for that level of brand loyalty! Perhaps he'll let me bequeath my discount postmortem.”
Epratt laughed long and loud and for no particular reason. The sound was especially loud over the sound of the dying wind, though the hurricane continued to whip stinging saltwater around the room.
”And yes, the ammunition! Like moirails the gun and the ammo are but a fraction their use without each other.” Epratt chuckled fondly at his own simile. ”The whale ammo is exactly as the name implies. Harpoons are classic. Refined tools for a refined people of the sea. If you've got prey waiting for you beneath the waves, a harpoon will hardly do you wrong. Skywhales, however, are cheating bastards.” Epratt harrumphed through his mustache. ”Gunpowder will do little underwater, but it will solve problems most anywhere else. If skywhales take to the air, you're better off just blasting them with the biggest shells you've got. More muss, but less fuss. Easier to tow a carcass that big in pieces anyway. Gl'bgolyb is hardly picky about the state of the meat she consumes so long as it bleeds rainbow.”
Epratt seemed oddly wistful about the conversation.
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 5:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:01 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 6:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 7:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 08, 2018 8:10 pm
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