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 Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 4:27 pm
Pew pew pew.
The sound repeated in her head as Nevada sat in the middle of the training field. Her Leroy sat in her lap, enjoying a bout of cleaning. Unlike most weapons, because he was a gun and a complicated one at that...he demanded to be taken apart and then put back together after a thorough cleaning.
Of course Nevada had never had a gun before the hunters and thus was staring at the now cleaned pieces with the base of Leroy in her lap...trying to figure out which one went where.
/Pidge, you put the barrel back on the bottom part of my base, don't just jam it on there!!/ Leroy yelped in her mind as she did just what he asked her not too...jammed the barrel in. When it didn't fit right, she frowned and pulled it back off.
"Why did we even clean you? It's not like you shoot bullets! You shoot FEAR." The huntress narrowed her eyes at her weapon, who she could bristling with a oncoming lecture.
/Pidge, Guns like myself are to be treasured, one wrong mess in my system could end up blowing up in your face...you want that? You want me to backfire and cause more damage to us then to our enemies? Back when i was a reaper this was a daily activity, be lucky I am not making you-/
Rant Rant Rant.
Pew Pew Pew.
"I need a gun expert..." She muttered.
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Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 3:06 pm
Ask and ye shall receive. Granted, he was only experienced with human guns, not FEAR ones.
Wilson cracked his neck idly when he headed for the training fields. Let’s see how we fair, now that I’m a full hunter. The thought brought a goofy grin to his face. He could hear the usual quiet grumblings of his partner, but Gramps seemed more pleased than usual. The young man tugged at the sleeves of his new coat just as he stepped onto the field. He looked around at the few others scattered around the area. Wilson spotted his usual area, vacant for the time being. His eyes lit up and he immediately headed toward it, passing a brunette hunter in the meanwhile.
He stopped, backtracked, and loomed over Nevada from behind. His expression appeared curious at first. Then his eyes grew large when he spotted the weapon in the woman’s lap. Wilson could have sucked in his breath loudly as he realized she had a tommy gun.
[Not this again, Kiddo. How about we just hit it--]
Beeeeeeeep. No response.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 3:40 pm
The mist huntress had been far involved in putting the pieces of her tommy gun back together to notice the death hunter.
At least till she heard a loud suck in of breath, and the shadow looming over her sitting figure. Tilting her head back, she looked into the red eyes of a male hunter and smiled.
"Can I help you with something handsome?" She purred, setting the gun in her lap. "If your looking for a spar hun, I'm a little out of sorts. I'm trying to put this confounded gun back together after he demanded to be cleaned..." If their was a edge of annoyance in her tone, it was hidden by the lazy smirk and watchful eyes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 30, 2012 2:58 pm
He hadn’t meant to gasp aloud. Wilson had intended to keep it to himself, really. Really.”Ah.” Startled, the death hunter took a step back and cracked an awkward, apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.”
He shook his head. “Uh, no, nothing in particular. I was just admiring your weapon…” He grew quiet as he examined the parts in Nevada’s grasp. Was she new, or maybe she was rusty? Someone experienced shouldn’t have trouble putting back their own weapon back together. “Well…” Wilson began, “I know a thing or two about guns. I can help you put him back together if you want.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:39 am
"Nothing to be sorry about Handsome." She chuckled as took a step back. "I am quite loud too when I find something I get excited about. I've been told that I make sounds when I find a comfortable bed as well." She winked.
At the mention of being admired, Leroy all but snickered and snorted and started a rant of just why he was right to be admired because he was amazing...tuning her weapon out, she clung to the offer like a lifeline. Offering him a wide smile, she patted the grass next to her.
"Come sit with me handsome, and become my new best friend. My name is Nevada, and this is Leroy...when he's pieced back together." She sighed and dumped the pieces out. "I have no idea about guns...besides that they shoot. He's been trying to drill the care for one in me for the past week but...it just doesn't stick you know?" she studied the other hunter before cocking her head. "Your death aren't you? What's your name handsome?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 3:20 pm
He grinned. “Wilson. My name’s Wilson. Pleasure to meet you.” Wilson nodded respectfully to the brunette, but then stared at her unblinkingly at the wink. He would have thought little about the comment, but the wink suggested something else. Wilson opened his mouth to say something; he found that nothing would come out, so he closed his mouth. Okay then.
“Best friend seems like a bit of an exaggeration,” he noted as he obligingly sat down next to Nevada. He half-nodded to Leroy. “Nice to meet you, Leroy. Ah.” Wilson reached for his goggles and briefly tugged at it. “This is Gramps.” He nodded his head. “A gun can have a lot of parts. Do you have the schematics for his model? Maybe you can study one so you can remember better.” Wilson leaned over to reach for one of the parts. “Um, yeah, I am. Was it my coat?” He grinned before launching into his explanation. “Here’s the main body of your gun, and this is the barrel. Connect the barrel here and…” Wilson kept talking as he assembled the gun part-by-part without pausing.
Hopefully Nevada got all of this.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 10:45 pm
"Well Wilson, It is a pleasure indeed." She continued to smile as he sat by her and then watched him put the gun together while he spoke. Instead of watching what he was doing though, she was watching his face as he lit up. As if he enjoyed guns or it was something that reminded him of past life hobbies.
Thrilled with a positive energy the hunter exuded, she wasn't even diminished by his hesitation at her behavior.
"Best friend maybe not, but a friend none the less Wilson." She frowned at the mention of schematics, "Well I don't think they gave me a put together instruction sheet for him. From what I've heard, guns are rare among the hunters and even more so in his model?" She tapped Leroy who was practically purring with Wilson's expert care.
"Your coat yes, Also that I'm a mist hunter so I know about most hunters." She tapped a piece on the ground. "So by the expertise of you putting this together, do you like guns Wilson?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 6:09 pm
He smiled as he continued to put Leroy back together, one piece at a time. “I’m always happy to make another friend.” Wilson still did not look up as he began to finish up his work. “Yeah, I didn’t think someone would give you schematics, but try looking up a regular Tommy gun. It should be pretty helpful.” The hunter nodded his head absentmindedly. “Yeah, not that common even though the rest of the world use it much more.” He chuckled as he held up the gun. There was the satisfying click of a loaded gun and he handed it back to Nevada. “Did you get all of that? I don’t know if I went too fast, I probably did, so…” He smiled sheepishly.
Wilson flicked his gaze toward Nevada’s own coat. “Mist indeed, and yes, I do,” he confirmed. “It was my main hobby before I came here.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 8:24 pm
"That's good, I feel the same way. I like them even more though when we can exchange usefulness to each other. Though I don't QUITE have any yet but I am sure I will in the FUTURE." She waved her hand and took the gun back.
Leroy all but sang his showtunes now, forgetting that it wasn't his partner that put him back together but a complete stranger.
"I see! Well I'm always looking for gun experts, do you use a gun for a weapon then?" Legit question, if she had found one of the hunters who specilized with guns then she'd bug them to teach her as much as they could.
Yes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 7:30 pm
Wilson smiled. “You’re a mist hunter, so I’m sure you’ll be plenty useful in the future. Mists can fill in for any of the other divisions, but you’ll have a lot of learning to do.”
He shook his head. “No, it was just a hobby of mine before I came to the island.” Grinning, he took off his goggles and let the cannons settle into his arms. “I use canons. They shoot out poisonous gas.”
[[ WE SHOULD SPAR NOW....YES... LOL orz ]]
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