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 Posted: Wed Jul 12, 2017 8:07 pm
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Garand wasn't really sure where to start looking. It wasn't generally hard to find weapons in Chittentown, of course, but what he was looking for wasn't technically a weapon at all, was it? At least, not one that might be lethal at all excepting very specific circumstances. The market was much more likely to make a beetle on the real deal than what amounted to a practice run of the thing, so he wasn't having much luck at all.
The sound of a voice so close behind startled him. He jumped forward another step and whirled to face whoever it was, Pan gearing up for a pounce from his shoulder. A second later they were both easing up, recognizing the tealblood. She was an odd one, but he didn't think she was a threat, and now that he'd had a chance to register what she'd said it was only a pretty normal question. Being a bit strange was probably just part of the deal, being so close to someone like Scorpa.
"Doctor," he greeted with a nod. Then, figuring it couldn't hurt to have a hand in the search. "Pan and I are looking for a BB gun. For practice."
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2017 1:14 pm
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"I didn't think you were from around here?" Garand wasn't turning down the suggestion, of course, but he was curious to how she'd come to find it. Because frankly, even just a glance through the window made it clear to the blueblood that it was exactly his kind of place. Even if they didn't have exactly what he was looking for (or could afford), he made a note to spend more time here in the future. He had a lot of projects to work on, and there were a lot of supplies laid out here that he could use.
He moved on ahead at Flydra's direction once they'd stepped in, content to leave a more thorough exploration of the front of the shop for later. As he reached the back, however, he stopped in his tracks again to peer up at the guns. The moment stretched on as he looked, and then Pan poked his cheek and he blinked.
"Ah, right." He looked round for any signs or watchful shopkeeper. There were a couple that looked like they might be what he wanted, but a closer look would be nice. "Are we allowed to handle them?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2017 10:46 pm
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"Hmm." Flydra wasn't sure if they were allowed to pick up the guns and shoot them around. It seemed like a bad idea to let customers touch them in case filthy lowbloods tried to hold the shopkeeper at gunpoint to loot the place. But hey, this was Chittentown, maybe the owner was packing their own weapon already anyways. It was a crowed dangerous dirty town.
"Excuse me, clerk, my..." She motioned at the troll sitting bored at the counter, chewing a piece of SnakAttack BlueBullet Raspberry flavor gum. "My companion would like a look at this. It's alright, isn't it?" The two of them were midblood and highblood, surely the shop would allow them to do as they pleased. Her voice was quiet but still managed to drip with a veiled threat.
Not really caring much, the clerk nodded and waved a hand towards the back of the shop where a door lead outside to a small practice range. They then went back to reading and flipped a page in their magazine.
"It appears to be fine. Come, Gargle, let's try it out." She was still confused by what his name was seeing as Scorpa seemed to call him something different every time. Opening the door, she allowed him to go through and start shooting.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 10:56 pm
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Garand turned to watch the brief exchange between Flydra and the clerk. There'd been something in her voice that had seemed almost threatening, there, but before he could decide how he felt about that in particular, the clerk had lifted a hand to wave them on as if they didn't have a care in the world. Garand turned his attention back to the bb gun, carefully retrieving it from the rack now that he had permission.
As he was turning back towards Flydra to speak, she beat him to it. Immediately his mouth snapped back closed and he came to a stop though she was moving ahead. Gargle. She'd called him Gargle. The feeling welling up in his chest could have been irritation or resignation or absolute despair. It was hard to tell, from time to time.
Pan squeaked from his shoulder and Flydra was still holding the door open for him, so Garand shook his head and continued forward to cross the threshold into the practice range. For a few minutes, he looked over the gun, made sure it was in working order as best as he was able to tell, carefully loaded it. When he lifted it to his shoulder, Pan skittered to his other side, cheering him on. He paused again, lowered it, and turned his head to look at the tealblood.
"Garand." There was a note of hope in it. "It's actually Garand."
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 2:17 pm
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Garand took a half step back, hand flying to the hilt of his machete and freezing there as the gun leveled with his face. The other hand went up, placating. Pan tensed on his shoulder, silent and alert. The BB gun, they both knew, might have been less dangerous than the real deal, but at this range that difference didn't matter as much. Whether she knew that, or cared, was another story.
"I don't have any intentions for your moirail," he said, keeping his voice level, and then paused and blinked slowly. "Well, none beyond wanting her to get my name right one of these days." What was it she was looking for here? The reason they knew each other? She couldn't honestly think he was a threat to Scorpa, could she? They really were a match all bundled up in the same kind of crazy.
"She ran into me at the Harvest Festival, thought I was someone else. Mentioned that door out in the desert, the one we met at? I told her I wanted to help investigate. You know the rest." Short, simple and to the point. Surely she couldn't find a fault to that. His eyes slid down to the barrel before lifting back to meet hers again. "We done here?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 3:34 pm
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Garand reached out warily to take the gun back, but otherwise didn't move from his spot. Soon enough he had it held between them again, the barrel pointed towards the ground but clearly able to snap back up without a moment's notice. He was no more interested in shooting her than it seemed she had actually been, but that didn't mean he was willing to let her out of his sight again for now.
"Understood," he said in short response to the threat, and then after another moment he nodded his acceptance of her apology. "She's lucky to have someone so eager to protect her." He didn't like that he'd been threatened for it, but he definitely respected that. Crazy or not, that was honorable. He drew in a breath, deciding, and then opened his mouth. Whatever he'd been about to say sputtered out as he backtracked over what she'd said again.
"Wait a minute. She likes me?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 20, 2017 2:39 pm
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From the very brief grimace on Garand's face, it was clear asking Scorpa wasn't something he particularly wanted to do. He tensed as Flydra reached for the gun again, but allowed it to be moved back towards the range when he realized she wasn't attempting to take it from him again. It wasn't so easy, taking his eyes off her, but Pan gave a little squeaked reassurance at last, so he turned his focus on lining up the sights while his lusus kept an eye out.
"I suppose it does." There, that felt about right. With the gun settled against his shoulder, he drew in a breath and let it out slow, the way the trolls in the shows were always saying was supposed to keep your aim steady. He squeezed the trigger. With a little frown at having missed the target, he took aim again.
"How long did it take for you?"
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