On november 12th giglamesh easily beat the "oven otaku" and saved river from the bounty hunter, while she was not pleased with needing his help, she had a sparkle in her eye seeing the real power of Hissatsu Ichigeki. So maybe after a little bit of suggesting oh how to make a chain weapon to her, gig had come to a realization of his own. While gig had Hannabira Dansa with him, he had grown apart from it. Many times he had the appropriate chance and use for it, he instead sided with a different companion. This meant gig for some reason did not like like something about it, perhaps its massive kick cause it fired two rounds, or perhaps the fancy yet useless hook on the backs of the blades. It was a very beautiful weapon, gig knew that but he had grown part for him because of its handling in some way or another.
In the pitch black room of gigs mind a single light overhead shined down on gig, and a light over hannabira dansa. As giglamesh walked forwards the light stayed over him and with the lights over the two was the only illumination in the entire room. Gig was upset and had to do something he did not want, yet hannabira a man sitting with a straw hat and pink kimono he was using like a cloak would stand, facing away from gig and he would speak to gig. "I have known this time would come much longer then you have, and i know how hard it is for you to do this so ill make it easier." Hannabira would begin to walk away from gig the light was not following him. "Remember if you ever decide youwant to pick me back up...ill be here waiting for you....later." With that hannabira dansa gave a wave as he walked out from under the light. Now the only things visible were gig under the light and a light in front of gig with nothing there, yet then the light would also go out and gig would only hang his head. In his room at rozes he would set the two gunblades crossed in to a very elegant glass case with satin red padding under the crossed weapons, engraving all over outsides of the wooden box. Giglamesh put his hand on the top of the case and a tear would literally roll down his right cheek. "Goodbye dansa...." With that he would close the case, it was such a hard thing to do saying goodbye to a friend, but eventually sometimes they just need there rest before there broken.
Somewhat moping around for a few days gig would finally just tell river to "watch mai while im gone." And with that giglamesh just left didnt say where he was going, what he was doing just got on his bike and took off. His destination was midgar, he was going to replace his duel weapon set with another. Giglamesh was wearing black jumpsuit with red stripes down the sleeves and pants sides. He wore a black full face bike helmet with a red skull over the face and visor. But during the very long drive despite speeding like a maniac, his mind kept flashing back to dansa just walking away, not to mention he always stayed mysterious and never showed gig his face. Did dansa know from the beginning? So many questions weighed on gigs head about hannabira dansa, but they way dansa said later stuck out. He knew dansa wanted him to look not to him in the past but to the now, and to the future. While that gave him strength he was still down. He had no idea what to do for new handguns, or gunblades so he was going to talk to balalika. She always had the engraved gold Mauser c96 with her at all times, despite being a melee specialist SOLDIER unit, which entails melee focus. He was going to ask her if she knew a good and creative gun smith.
While gig was not going full speed he never realized how good the bike was on fuel consumption. He made it to midgar only having to stop a single time, he was being rather conservative going 120mph the entire way though. But upon getting there he wasted no time and went straight to Balalika, which her "comrads" pointed him to her personal quarters of which he has never been. Upon seeing it he was amazed, he never thought to find something as fancy as this anywhere in the slums of midgar. But balalikas quarters was...fit for royalty. It looked like there was red silk and gold plating on everything. The "axe" one had gig follow him to a door which her axe knight knocked and waited for her to speak. Once she did he waved his hand for gig to enter and walked away. Giglamesh opened the door to once again be surprised, it was a bathroom but...it was like a hot spring inside. lavish gold lion head on the wall where water would pour from them in to a giant pool/bathtub. Gig still had his helmet on and he would walk in to the bathhouse further. Balalika sat at the back of the bath tub/pool with a little floating tray with a bottle of vodka and box of cigars, one of which she was smoking ....as always. "Ahh mesteer riiper, to vat do i owe da pleazure?" balalika spoke while exhaling smoke, sitting nude in the bathtub. Giglamesh would take off his motorcycle helmet, his hair would flop out like a mass of tendrils as he pulled the helmet up, and hold in under his left arm then he stood at the edge of the bathtub and spoke out to her. "I need a favor, i need a custom gun maker....last i checked you owe me for the senator job." Balaika would scoff and mutter to herself. "bah" she would stand and walk across the tub which was only thigh high. "And vat makes you tink i kno a gun maka hmm?" Giglamesh would scoff, he was hoping she was not going to make this difficult but it seemed as she would. So he would just point to the golden mauser in its sheath that was hanging on a hook when he came in, before he spoke. "That makes me think you do....plus one more thing?" Balalika would step out of the water next to gig before taking a hit of the cigar. "yes?" Gig wouldnt look directly at her. "Could you put some clothes on!?" Balalika would scoff, but it would turn in to a laugh. "Aww is wittle riiper eem-beer-eesed of a vowmans body?" Giglamesh's cheek were not blushing but he still did not look, before he just closed his eyes and said. "No...your the only person i seen with more scars then me.....it creeps me out to think what you have been threw...." Balalika would quickly turn before her cheeks would turn red because she was embarrassed by what he said. Then two women would come over and one putting a bathrobe on her, the other would begin to comb her hair. "Ok geeg i can tell you vhere to find gunmaka and even get heem to make you gun....but...he vill make jou work for ett, undah-stand he vill not hand you veapon vith out you shoving you are vorthy o-k?" Giglamesh didnt want to have to deal with somebody that was a pain in the a**, but he knew there was a good chance he would have too. "Quality never comes cheap..." Balalaika would turn and look at him surprised by that comment, which she would then begin to laugh with a crazed grin.
Now giglamesh had left the knights of the round's territory he was in a prediciment, he had got directions form balalika but the gun maker was located on the upper layer of midgar. He had not been up there since, wow he could not even remember it had to be from his days in shinra since last he visited, or atleast he remembered. To top it off she gave him one of those knock off Fn-p90's she has been making to take to the guy. No name, just where his shop was, and how to get there. Then to top it off the way he was supposed to interact. "poke him in the forehead and call him a old fart.....great...just great got to deal with a bunch of crazy ********." He arrived at one of the elevators to the upper layer, and of course...it was heavily guarded. This was quickly turning in to a bad idea. gig hid behind a rock trying to come up with a plan. ...Ok maybe i can sneak in there unoticed, do a few karate chops, turn the elevator on and ride it up posing and looking cool all unoticed....yeah just sneak in and do so quick cqc and this will be cake. giglamesh would think to himself hiding behind a rock.
A few minutes later gig was riding the elevator up to the top, but he was in hand cufs crying with multiple guards around him, his plan didnt work as he was caught before while he was behind the rock thinking. As the large metal door began to open giglamesh looked up to see the sun shining threw down on to the elevator, the light almost blinding he was lucky the guards did not know who he was so he still had a advantage. He was enjoying being in the light and began to smile....when rain started to hit him quickly getting rid of the smile he had, it was not sunlight but grey clouds that seemed bright cause he was in the slums with only artificial sun in some areas. the guards didnt care cause there suits were water proof, as was giglamesh's jump suit...they just took his helmet from him, and because of that rain was just pouring on his head...this was starting to look worse and worse like a bad idea cause not even his trip to upper midgar was going to be pleasurable. The guards tried to pull gig so they could question him, but he had already removed the cuffs, then with a smile was gone, he ran away. The guards chased him, but gig was much to fast and after finding a spot to lie low and wait for the heat to die down he waited. They did not know they were dealing with the high risk criminal the grim reaper or the security would of been much stronger to guard him once they had him, but it was to late now he was gone.
Eventually gig would begin to travel threw the upper city. There was no rubble, blown up cars, famine, or death up here. Just well dressed people enjoying there lives with out a care in the world. Even the soldiers greeted and were greeted that acted like police guards around the city. In the slums most that even looked at a shinra solider would get a rifle but, but up here they nod and smile to civilians....why did they get treated so different. Now gig was in a poor mood also, he did not like the mask all these people were wearing. A smile just to wear in front of others, so many fake people that smiled to hide what they felt, when the felt nothing for those around them, that was why they were up here. The upper class, only wanting to go higher, not caring in the slightest whom they had to step over or on to get even higher. Giglamesh got a angry sick feeling to his stomach from looking at that smile and hurried to his destination.
It was not long before he found his way to the mans store, which.....did not really look like a store, but more like a store that had been made in to a home. Giglamesh grabbed the door knob and turned it to see if it was open, and sure enough it was. Giglamesh would step inside, which it now looked very much like a store, the walls were covered in handguns. "holy s**t!..." gig would say looking at all of them, many complete custom jobs, ones with personalized customizations, some with custom engravings, and some even painted. All these guns were custom not a single one was a factory job, o gig it was preety amazing so much that he was looking around and forgot what he was doing. But before long a older man walked in with a cane and he was just staring at gig looking at the guns. "Hey ******** face...who sent you here!?" That when gig turned and saw him, and he thought about what he said, and about the building. It was not a store he would not makes guns for people off the street but only for those sent to him by others. "oh yeah..." Gig would walk over and violently poke the old man in the head "Vinkly ********." Giglamesh was imitating balalaika, because that what she said to to poke him in the forehead and call his a wrinkly ********. The old man gripped his cane in anger, shaking with multiple veins pulsing from rage, before he started to laugh. Gig was getting worried till he laughed. "So ol fry face sent you then hunh? tell her." The old man would leap and to a mid air roundhouse to the side of giglamesh's face. "crispy old b***h!" The old man stood atop the counter laughing, much like balalaika did after she told him how to greet the old man. ....they were both just playing him...mother ******** if ol fry face is sending you here thats means something, other then her knights i dont think she has sent anybody to me...you must be something...uhh....whats your name." The spry old man would hop off the counter and stand infront of gig, which the old man was like three maybe four foot tall. Giglamesh would look down at him, he wanted to hit him, but he knew both of them were playing...and he could only imagine the horrors of what balalaika would do if he kicked her in the face, so he would not do anything back, actualy he would probabbly not go back to her if he did not have to. First giglamesh would give him the wrapped up piece of crap boot leg version of the fn-p90. "Names gig." the old man questioned the giant, and took the gun, but where he heard the name it all came together. "..ahh it all comes together then. So....what can i do for the reaper?" He must of known that gig has helped the knights of the round one or more times, he still did not know what to call him but oh well. "simple a need new handguns..." The old man would nod in acceptance, then begen to walk in the back. "Follow me....a little test first." He would walk in to a dineing room, the old man did live here. And when he opened a closet door, it was actually a stair case downwards. Gig kept following the little old man. "Well im guessing with your time in shinra and the turks....you have atleast some base knowledge on different guns right? good so...if you fail this i wont make you a gun simple as that." They walked in to a basement firing range. The little old man stopped at one where three hand guns were laying out. "Now....which one is the best gun?" Gig would look at them, is was a desert eagle, a 1911, and a glock model 18. All three were good guns. "...uhh ....do you mean my opinion? or...what?" the old man shook his head and pointed his cane at gig's face. "no which gun is the best?" He was serious so gig would walk over to the three. "Well the desert eagle has very good power and accuracy but because of its high caliber ammo it has a low magazine capacity. the glock model 18 has can easily have a extended clip and usually comes with a full auto fire rate mixing with its high capacity rate means alot of bullets fast, however it also lacks incredibly stopping power and accuracy because of its low caliber ammo and high fire rate. Im not the most familiar with the 1911 but i know it has pretty good stopping power accuracy and capacity, a very well rounded gun. Nothing extraordinary, yet nothing substandard...plus i believe the 1911 has had little to no major reconstructions in a very long time, yet is still a very reliable handgun way ahead of its time. So if you ask for my OPINION, on top of your old age and knowledge and probably service, and even use of this very 1911 i would have to say the best is the 1911, probably because you use to use this very gun the powered burns and wear on the grip shown it has had some use over both the other two."
The old man was silent as he took in gigs answer, to be honest the old man didnt know exactly what to say as he gave a answer a great deal more then he expected. The old man only expected answer to be desert eagle, cause of what he has heard of the reaper, but he picked the 1911 meaning gig was well rounded in combat not just a spear, and not a quick stab with a dagger, he was a well rounded short sword useable in many different scenarios which caught the old man off his guard in his combat ideal of gig. But on top of his pick, the story behind the 1911, as well as physical analisis on the gun just by sight. But he may of just made that pick because of the old mans favorite being the 1911. But if he did why would he of made the assessment like he did unless it was also his pick of the "best" Giglamesh was a hard one to read indeed, he was very interesting. "Gotta say....thats a surprisingly good assessment reaper except for which would be best in which scenario spot on assessment of the guns. now...let go talk in here to...see exactly what your looking for." He would go to another door which led to the oldmans workshop, on the table was paper and pens and alot of measuring tools its was time to draw up gigs new guns.
In the pitch black room of gigs mind a single light overhead shined down on gig, and a light over hannabira dansa. As giglamesh walked forwards the light stayed over him and with the lights over the two was the only illumination in the entire room. Gig was upset and had to do something he did not want, yet hannabira a man sitting with a straw hat and pink kimono he was using like a cloak would stand, facing away from gig and he would speak to gig. "I have known this time would come much longer then you have, and i know how hard it is for you to do this so ill make it easier." Hannabira would begin to walk away from gig the light was not following him. "Remember if you ever decide youwant to pick me back up...ill be here waiting for you....later." With that hannabira dansa gave a wave as he walked out from under the light. Now the only things visible were gig under the light and a light in front of gig with nothing there, yet then the light would also go out and gig would only hang his head. In his room at rozes he would set the two gunblades crossed in to a very elegant glass case with satin red padding under the crossed weapons, engraving all over outsides of the wooden box. Giglamesh put his hand on the top of the case and a tear would literally roll down his right cheek. "Goodbye dansa...." With that he would close the case, it was such a hard thing to do saying goodbye to a friend, but eventually sometimes they just need there rest before there broken.
Somewhat moping around for a few days gig would finally just tell river to "watch mai while im gone." And with that giglamesh just left didnt say where he was going, what he was doing just got on his bike and took off. His destination was midgar, he was going to replace his duel weapon set with another. Giglamesh was wearing black jumpsuit with red stripes down the sleeves and pants sides. He wore a black full face bike helmet with a red skull over the face and visor. But during the very long drive despite speeding like a maniac, his mind kept flashing back to dansa just walking away, not to mention he always stayed mysterious and never showed gig his face. Did dansa know from the beginning? So many questions weighed on gigs head about hannabira dansa, but they way dansa said later stuck out. He knew dansa wanted him to look not to him in the past but to the now, and to the future. While that gave him strength he was still down. He had no idea what to do for new handguns, or gunblades so he was going to talk to balalika. She always had the engraved gold Mauser c96 with her at all times, despite being a melee specialist SOLDIER unit, which entails melee focus. He was going to ask her if she knew a good and creative gun smith.
While gig was not going full speed he never realized how good the bike was on fuel consumption. He made it to midgar only having to stop a single time, he was being rather conservative going 120mph the entire way though. But upon getting there he wasted no time and went straight to Balalika, which her "comrads" pointed him to her personal quarters of which he has never been. Upon seeing it he was amazed, he never thought to find something as fancy as this anywhere in the slums of midgar. But balalikas quarters was...fit for royalty. It looked like there was red silk and gold plating on everything. The "axe" one had gig follow him to a door which her axe knight knocked and waited for her to speak. Once she did he waved his hand for gig to enter and walked away. Giglamesh opened the door to once again be surprised, it was a bathroom but...it was like a hot spring inside. lavish gold lion head on the wall where water would pour from them in to a giant pool/bathtub. Gig still had his helmet on and he would walk in to the bathhouse further. Balalika sat at the back of the bath tub/pool with a little floating tray with a bottle of vodka and box of cigars, one of which she was smoking ....as always. "Ahh mesteer riiper, to vat do i owe da pleazure?" balalika spoke while exhaling smoke, sitting nude in the bathtub. Giglamesh would take off his motorcycle helmet, his hair would flop out like a mass of tendrils as he pulled the helmet up, and hold in under his left arm then he stood at the edge of the bathtub and spoke out to her. "I need a favor, i need a custom gun maker....last i checked you owe me for the senator job." Balaika would scoff and mutter to herself. "bah" she would stand and walk across the tub which was only thigh high. "And vat makes you tink i kno a gun maka hmm?" Giglamesh would scoff, he was hoping she was not going to make this difficult but it seemed as she would. So he would just point to the golden mauser in its sheath that was hanging on a hook when he came in, before he spoke. "That makes me think you do....plus one more thing?" Balalika would step out of the water next to gig before taking a hit of the cigar. "yes?" Gig wouldnt look directly at her. "Could you put some clothes on!?" Balalika would scoff, but it would turn in to a laugh. "Aww is wittle riiper eem-beer-eesed of a vowmans body?" Giglamesh's cheek were not blushing but he still did not look, before he just closed his eyes and said. "No...your the only person i seen with more scars then me.....it creeps me out to think what you have been threw...." Balalika would quickly turn before her cheeks would turn red because she was embarrassed by what he said. Then two women would come over and one putting a bathrobe on her, the other would begin to comb her hair. "Ok geeg i can tell you vhere to find gunmaka and even get heem to make you gun....but...he vill make jou work for ett, undah-stand he vill not hand you veapon vith out you shoving you are vorthy o-k?" Giglamesh didnt want to have to deal with somebody that was a pain in the a**, but he knew there was a good chance he would have too. "Quality never comes cheap..." Balalaika would turn and look at him surprised by that comment, which she would then begin to laugh with a crazed grin.
Now giglamesh had left the knights of the round's territory he was in a prediciment, he had got directions form balalika but the gun maker was located on the upper layer of midgar. He had not been up there since, wow he could not even remember it had to be from his days in shinra since last he visited, or atleast he remembered. To top it off she gave him one of those knock off Fn-p90's she has been making to take to the guy. No name, just where his shop was, and how to get there. Then to top it off the way he was supposed to interact. "poke him in the forehead and call him a old fart.....great...just great got to deal with a bunch of crazy ********." He arrived at one of the elevators to the upper layer, and of course...it was heavily guarded. This was quickly turning in to a bad idea. gig hid behind a rock trying to come up with a plan. ...Ok maybe i can sneak in there unoticed, do a few karate chops, turn the elevator on and ride it up posing and looking cool all unoticed....yeah just sneak in and do so quick cqc and this will be cake. giglamesh would think to himself hiding behind a rock.
A few minutes later gig was riding the elevator up to the top, but he was in hand cufs crying with multiple guards around him, his plan didnt work as he was caught before while he was behind the rock thinking. As the large metal door began to open giglamesh looked up to see the sun shining threw down on to the elevator, the light almost blinding he was lucky the guards did not know who he was so he still had a advantage. He was enjoying being in the light and began to smile....when rain started to hit him quickly getting rid of the smile he had, it was not sunlight but grey clouds that seemed bright cause he was in the slums with only artificial sun in some areas. the guards didnt care cause there suits were water proof, as was giglamesh's jump suit...they just took his helmet from him, and because of that rain was just pouring on his head...this was starting to look worse and worse like a bad idea cause not even his trip to upper midgar was going to be pleasurable. The guards tried to pull gig so they could question him, but he had already removed the cuffs, then with a smile was gone, he ran away. The guards chased him, but gig was much to fast and after finding a spot to lie low and wait for the heat to die down he waited. They did not know they were dealing with the high risk criminal the grim reaper or the security would of been much stronger to guard him once they had him, but it was to late now he was gone.
Eventually gig would begin to travel threw the upper city. There was no rubble, blown up cars, famine, or death up here. Just well dressed people enjoying there lives with out a care in the world. Even the soldiers greeted and were greeted that acted like police guards around the city. In the slums most that even looked at a shinra solider would get a rifle but, but up here they nod and smile to civilians....why did they get treated so different. Now gig was in a poor mood also, he did not like the mask all these people were wearing. A smile just to wear in front of others, so many fake people that smiled to hide what they felt, when the felt nothing for those around them, that was why they were up here. The upper class, only wanting to go higher, not caring in the slightest whom they had to step over or on to get even higher. Giglamesh got a angry sick feeling to his stomach from looking at that smile and hurried to his destination.
It was not long before he found his way to the mans store, which.....did not really look like a store, but more like a store that had been made in to a home. Giglamesh grabbed the door knob and turned it to see if it was open, and sure enough it was. Giglamesh would step inside, which it now looked very much like a store, the walls were covered in handguns. "holy s**t!..." gig would say looking at all of them, many complete custom jobs, ones with personalized customizations, some with custom engravings, and some even painted. All these guns were custom not a single one was a factory job, o gig it was preety amazing so much that he was looking around and forgot what he was doing. But before long a older man walked in with a cane and he was just staring at gig looking at the guns. "Hey ******** face...who sent you here!?" That when gig turned and saw him, and he thought about what he said, and about the building. It was not a store he would not makes guns for people off the street but only for those sent to him by others. "oh yeah..." Gig would walk over and violently poke the old man in the head "Vinkly ********." Giglamesh was imitating balalaika, because that what she said to to poke him in the forehead and call his a wrinkly ********. The old man gripped his cane in anger, shaking with multiple veins pulsing from rage, before he started to laugh. Gig was getting worried till he laughed. "So ol fry face sent you then hunh? tell her." The old man would leap and to a mid air roundhouse to the side of giglamesh's face. "crispy old b***h!" The old man stood atop the counter laughing, much like balalaika did after she told him how to greet the old man. ....they were both just playing him...mother ******** if ol fry face is sending you here thats means something, other then her knights i dont think she has sent anybody to me...you must be something...uhh....whats your name." The spry old man would hop off the counter and stand infront of gig, which the old man was like three maybe four foot tall. Giglamesh would look down at him, he wanted to hit him, but he knew both of them were playing...and he could only imagine the horrors of what balalaika would do if he kicked her in the face, so he would not do anything back, actualy he would probabbly not go back to her if he did not have to. First giglamesh would give him the wrapped up piece of crap boot leg version of the fn-p90. "Names gig." the old man questioned the giant, and took the gun, but where he heard the name it all came together. "..ahh it all comes together then. So....what can i do for the reaper?" He must of known that gig has helped the knights of the round one or more times, he still did not know what to call him but oh well. "simple a need new handguns..." The old man would nod in acceptance, then begen to walk in the back. "Follow me....a little test first." He would walk in to a dineing room, the old man did live here. And when he opened a closet door, it was actually a stair case downwards. Gig kept following the little old man. "Well im guessing with your time in shinra and the turks....you have atleast some base knowledge on different guns right? good so...if you fail this i wont make you a gun simple as that." They walked in to a basement firing range. The little old man stopped at one where three hand guns were laying out. "Now....which one is the best gun?" Gig would look at them, is was a desert eagle, a 1911, and a glock model 18. All three were good guns. "...uhh ....do you mean my opinion? or...what?" the old man shook his head and pointed his cane at gig's face. "no which gun is the best?" He was serious so gig would walk over to the three. "Well the desert eagle has very good power and accuracy but because of its high caliber ammo it has a low magazine capacity. the glock model 18 has can easily have a extended clip and usually comes with a full auto fire rate mixing with its high capacity rate means alot of bullets fast, however it also lacks incredibly stopping power and accuracy because of its low caliber ammo and high fire rate. Im not the most familiar with the 1911 but i know it has pretty good stopping power accuracy and capacity, a very well rounded gun. Nothing extraordinary, yet nothing substandard...plus i believe the 1911 has had little to no major reconstructions in a very long time, yet is still a very reliable handgun way ahead of its time. So if you ask for my OPINION, on top of your old age and knowledge and probably service, and even use of this very 1911 i would have to say the best is the 1911, probably because you use to use this very gun the powered burns and wear on the grip shown it has had some use over both the other two."
The old man was silent as he took in gigs answer, to be honest the old man didnt know exactly what to say as he gave a answer a great deal more then he expected. The old man only expected answer to be desert eagle, cause of what he has heard of the reaper, but he picked the 1911 meaning gig was well rounded in combat not just a spear, and not a quick stab with a dagger, he was a well rounded short sword useable in many different scenarios which caught the old man off his guard in his combat ideal of gig. But on top of his pick, the story behind the 1911, as well as physical analisis on the gun just by sight. But he may of just made that pick because of the old mans favorite being the 1911. But if he did why would he of made the assessment like he did unless it was also his pick of the "best" Giglamesh was a hard one to read indeed, he was very interesting. "Gotta say....thats a surprisingly good assessment reaper except for which would be best in which scenario spot on assessment of the guns. now...let go talk in here to...see exactly what your looking for." He would go to another door which led to the oldmans workshop, on the table was paper and pens and alot of measuring tools its was time to draw up gigs new guns.
