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 Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:46 pm
Massive warehouse. His bed is on those bridge thingies suspended over the first floor.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 4:04 pm
(I think Catwalk is the word your looking for in your description)
Gen followed Gun in silence to the place he set up shop. "Did they set you up with a big enough place?" he asked looking around and following Gun to whatever section of the warehouse he was leading him to.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 5:15 pm
Gun looked at his with a raised eyebrow, "This is my entire shop." He said in a bland tone and walked for about 6 more minutes until he finally spotted his work bench.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 5:40 pm
"Just like the Varia... big and showy...." Gen crashed on the sofa and relaxed back. He pulled one gun out and laid it on the coffee table infront of him, then he took a small box from his waist as a flame erupted on his hand. Inserting the flame into the box another gun showed itself, burning with the flames of the sun ready for the tuner's touch.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 9:10 pm
Gunther went over and picked up the gun. the ghost smile came back as he held his work in his hand and felt the weight. It felt so pleasant. He took it apart skillfully on the table and divided the parts into categories, seeing which ones could be improved. "Beer is in kegs on other side. Glasses next to them. It's on tap."
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 8:02 am
Gen nodded and got up to get himself a drink. He grabbed a glass and filled it from the first keg he came to. Flipping the lever he expertly filled the mug and stopped just as the foamy head reached the lip and rose slightly above. Gen took a swig and was happy. This stuff was truly liquid gold, by comparison the other stuff was just piss in a cup. Turning aroung, Gen took his seat again and just drank and watched Gun work I'n silence, after all that's the drinking atmosphere he was looking for, why taint it with talking. Even so if it came to it he wouldn't mind conversing with the German.
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