fourth gunshot [ text ]

[jawbite]

Running low on bullets.

I need to run and get more at the arms store before it gets dark.

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[theforceoncrack]

You don't need 'em, kid. Lemme show you something.

[jawbite]

Show me what?

[theforceoncrack]

[He beckons Heine closer.]

I solved my ammunition problem a long time ago.

[In Jackie's hand, there's...something being slowly formed. It looks a little like shadows are being stitched together somehow to make...a handgun.]

Ta-da.

[He spins it and offers it to Heine. It looks pretty normal, other than the part where it was formed out of Darkness about a second ago.]

[jawbite]

[ edges closer, staring at the handgun ]

How- [ probably better not to ask ] -nevermind. Is it just a gun?

[ takes it ]

[theforceoncrack]

It's got the bullets too. I just make new ones when I need 'em. Pretty handy, right?

[It appears to be a gun! I have no idea what sort of gun, but let's say a good kind, since Jackie actually does know about them. It shoots normal bullets and makes the sounds and everything.]

[jawbite]

Yeah. So you never run out.

[ inspecting the gun now. he's rather attached to the Mauser-Luger combination, but he really doesn't have the right to be picky. also, a "thank you" should probably go here, but he's settling for nodding at Jackie and communicating that idea mentally instead. ]

[theforceoncrack]

[It's cool, Jackie speaks stoic mantalk.]

Go have fun killing stuff. Just nothing that'll get us in trouble, yeah?

[jawbite]

Sure. Haven't died yet, have I?

[theforceoncrack]

That's what I like to hear.

[jawbite]

I'll keep you updated on the trouble front.