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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 6:43 pm
Rufus stopped after passing the red head. Coming back, he drew one of his handcannons. "Maverick Rev-6, finest revolva' created, takes .50 caliber special 3 9/16 inch rounds, ya got any?" He opened the chamber and took out one bullet.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 6:51 pm
The redhead nodded.
"Yes. I have a tone of those actually, in... this box."
She took out a large box, which had many small labelled boxes on it.
"Tracer, incendiary, ball, armor-piercing, or a combination?"
[[She's stacked...
...with bullets, I mean. [/badjoke].]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 7:15 pm
"Magnesium tipped, protection piercing, heavy powder...What else..." Rufus spun the chamber. "'Ave any empty fillible glass tipped rounds?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 7:19 pm
The redheaded girl took out a couple of boxes.
"Awfully specialized. You're lucky I have 'em! I have fifty each box, a hundred dollars in U.S. american currency for each. If your currency rate is different, I have a calculator..."
She handed him a sheet with the millions of currencies of the universe.
"They're alphabetized."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 7:54 pm
"I demand a trial." Rufus said, stopping the spinning of the barrels. "'and me a bullet and I shall see if I want to do business with ya."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 7:56 pm
The redhead handed him a bullet.
"Made with molds handed down from the gods of pre-Ragnarok!"
She grinned brightly.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:14 pm
Rufus snatched the bullet and spun the chambers. He slammed the bullet into the open chamber and smacked the chamber into the gun. His left hand on the slide, he looked to a wall and began to pulled the trigger and fired the gun, a loud odd gunfire noise came from the gun followed by a bright white projectile came out of the gun and hit the wall, creating a bright white flash when it hit the wall with its burning magnesium tip. "'erre we go." He opened the gun and discarded the casing. He dug in his duster and pulled out a small booklet, quill, and a small airtight ink well. "Will ya take a bank note?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:30 pm
((Ok, I lied, we watched two movies. Wanted and Hancock, both were great))
After he watched Viola Dimitri went around gathering his stuff. He found his knife and examined it, a small chip that was barely noticable had been knocked off the side of the blade, it wouldn't effect his use, or it's cutting and stabbing ability. He shethed it in the sheth on his boot then went too put his stuff back on. He picked up his armor and slipped it all back on, the whole process taking about seven minutes. He picked up his helmet and strapped it back on tightly too his head, lastly he picked up his rifle and slung it back over his shoulder. He checked all the straps and harnesses too make sure everything was properly attached.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:32 pm
The redhead nodded.
"Yeah! I can just take it to the biggest conversion center in the world to cash it, mister. After all, only there can I exchange it for the currency Sir and I need! Heehee."
~*~
Viola was standing on the roof, looking blankly into the fuzzy horizon of the CDM. She then decided to do what her ancestors/cousins/nieces/nephews and anything once or twice removed what they could never do.
Give up on their first love.
It was hard, obviously, but after kicking an inhumanely large hole in the roof, she felt much, much better.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:40 pm
((When angry...punch a hole throught something...real mature their))
Dimitri decided too head upstairs since he hadn't checked up there yet. He entered a room that looked like some sort of lab, various tables and shelfs filled with various chemicals were scattered all over the place. Bet some of this stuff is flammable or explosive...maybe both...sure would be bad too have a fire fight in here...or maybe a granade too go off He thought. He procceded with caution, knocking something over might be fatal too his health.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:45 pm
Viola went down the stairs using her umbrella [she Mary Poppins-style floated], and then saw the redhead and Rufus.
"Oh, little Moé!"
[[Viola is only like a month and six days older.....]]
She took out a book.
"Hey, I found this. I figured you'd want it."
"What is it?"
"Recipes used in the Middle Ages."
"OHHHHHHH!"
Moé hugged the book as if it was her life support, and Viola walked away as daintily and calmly as before she even knew Rufus existed.
Viola went to the downstairs drug lab, and saw Dimitri, running over to him.
She wrapped him into a hug.
"Please do not kill me, friend. I just wish for a hug. Lady knows, I need one."
[['Lady knows', instead of 'Lord knows'. I like that xD]]
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:53 pm
Rufus quickly wrote down the amount with a small tip of 300 shillings. He signed it quite quickly and handed it to her. "I will be needing the goods I bought."
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:54 pm
((Recipes from the middle ages...wow...))
Dimitri didn't see Viola until she had his arms around him. He staggered abit and nearly knocked over a vile of some sort of green liquid. His right hand reached out and grabbed it then set it gingerly down on the counter before turning his attention too Viola. Not really knowing what too do, after all he didn't really spend much time around women. He slowly moved his left arm around too her back and genlty rested it on her back in a sort of half-hug. All the while raising a eyebrow too himself. He knew what too do when an enemy was well dug into a position and had a high caluiber machine gun, but put him into something like this and he was clueless.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 8:57 pm
Moé handed him a mixed box of both the types he had wanted; it was the same amount as he had paid for, but it should be worth tons more. However, she was ludicrously happy from Viola's gift, and she ran into an odd disk-like space, and, taking her bullets and banknote with her, she left, the disk-space closing.
~*~
[[It's because Moé's lover is an awesome Middle Ages plague doctor.]]
Viola let him go, perfectly unphazed.
"I needed that. By the way, I was wondering, how do you eat anything with that gasmask of yours, friend?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:04 pm
"My meals are far and few, I can go about two months before I have too eat" He said. and shrugged abit.
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