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originally posted in:The New Dojo
11/15/2016 2:54:40 PM
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"Mag-fed, can one hand it while using my sword. Yeah. Sounds about right."
[i] She nods in agreement. She didn't even know Lance carried a pistol though. [/i]
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I'm personally not a fan of mag-fed handguns. Too easy to jam, and very few are chambered in the magnum cartridges. Clarkson seems to trust his, and I think even Wilson's got an old .45. When we get back to the Vertibird I'll do some digging. [i]He said. Wolfe had always favored revolvers. Powerful, reliable, and good-looking. His father's was a beautiful weapon, his own matching it. He'd been practicing long enough that he could hit targets firing them one-handed even without the exosuit. Then again, his were only .44s, not a .500 magnum like Wilson's, but somehow, Wilson seemed quite alright firing them with one hand. [/i]
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[i] She shrugged.[/i] "You're the expert. I can adapt. The only way I could fire a revolver one handed would be in my exo." [i] While Riley was agile and quick, her body was ultimately slim and lithe, more of a runners body..an assassin's body. [/i]
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Edited by Trashcan Jesus: 11/15/2016 3:14:09 PMYou could probably fire .357 one-handed. Like I said, I'll dig through Wilson's stache and see what he has. I'm sure I can find something you'd like. You just gotta test them out to see what fits you best. [i]He replied. Jesus, he might as well take Wilson's job. More people came to him for guns.[/i]
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"Sounds fun. And then in return I can properly show you how to use a sword." [i] She says slyly, winking sideways at him. [/i]
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Oh bite me. Take that up with Clarkson. [i]He said with a laugh.[/i]
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"Am I ever gonna meet him? Seems creepy that I met the ghost of your dad, but not the guy who made you what you are." [i] she says plainly. [/i]
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Give him time. He's a busy man. Field Marshal Lord of the Special Air Service, meaning he deals with the politics and the bullsh*t. Next time he's here I'll have to make sure you get to speak to him. [i]He said, brushing the question off. Jackson and Nick had a rather mutual respect for each other, despite everything that they had been through.[/i]
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"That sounds British to the point it's not even funny." [i] She said with a laugh. [/i]
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Their ranks, not mine. I'm only a Colonel as far as that's concerned. [i]He personally found the British Ranking system beyond confusing, and honestly a bit dated as far as names went.[/i]
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[i] She shrugs.[/i] "I don't know much about military ranking. Kyr was former military, but i don't know what the hell she did. Never found out either."
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Kinda grew up with a military family, two if you count Clarkson. [i]He said. Pressing Kyr he figured was not a good idea. She respected his boundaries with his dad, and thus he respected hers.[/i]
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[i] She nodded quietly, putting away the sword and stuffing her hands in her pockets. What was a short, shoulder length blue haircut when Jackson had seen her last was starting to grow out, reaching down to the middle of her back. It looked good on her. [/i]
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[i]He'd noticed this, he'd always liked girls with longer hair anyways.[/i] Any reason you're growing your hair out? [i]he asked politely.[/i]
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[i] She shrugs, smiling slightly.[/i] "No, not really. Why, like it?" [i] She says with a grin, doing a spin, sending her hair out in a little wave.[/i]
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Yeah. [i]He said, more confidently than he usually did in such circumstances.[/i]
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[i] She nudged him with her shoulder and winked.[/i] "There ya go." [i]She didn't elaborate, but he'd obviously done something right. [/i] "I think I might go back home soon..check up on things." [i] She said, quite literally out of the blue. What was this about?[/i]
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That's not usual.... what'd you do, leave the oven on? [i]he asked in his deadpan manner.[/i]
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"I don't cook. It's better for everyone's health." [i] She says with a hint of a smile, eyes forward.[/i] "No.. I'd just like to check in on the place. It's been a couple months since I killed the Gypsies, maybe it's not so bad." [i] Ah, yes, the Gypsies. The ones who bruised and bloodied her. [/i]
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[i]He was silent. He respected her decisions to do as she pleased, but all the same he worried about her. He hadn't actually worried about someone in years. He hadn't actually felt an attraction to anyone in years, and he didn't want to lose her.[/i] Just be careful. [i]Was all he said.[/i]
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"I appreciate the concern Wolfie, but I'll be okay." [spoiler]She most definitely won't be.[/spoiler] "Maybe you can come and we'll go to a party or two. People with superpowers throw one hell of a rave."
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Was that an invitation? Sorry, I'm not much on raves, but I'm also certainly not interested in sitting around here. [i]He replied, raising an eyebrow beneath his mask.[/i]
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"You will be into raves if I say you'll be into raves." [i] She says, punctuating her statement by jabbing her thumb into his chest playfully. [/i] "I actually have some friends there, believe it or not. Acquaintances really, but killing a trio of tyrants does let you meet some people."
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You know, I never really pegged you as the type to be a party person, but it wouldn't be the first time you've surprised me. [i]He said. [/i]
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"I'm learning." [i] She says with a chuckle. [/i]
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Aren't we all? [i]He said, sighing.[/i]
