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Who: Tres Iquis(ionlybreak) and Star Tyrian (resonatethis)
What: A bit of gun-geekery between a couple of holy hitmen 8D;
When: Directly after this.
Where: Twenty-second floor, then wherever they end up wandering to.
Rating: PG-13 to R for Star's potential potty-mouth.
Guns? Check. Ammunition? Check. Targeting systems? …Well, those relied on hard-wired code, and at that moment the android wasn’t too sure he could trust his programming. Not when it had been ‘malfunctioning’ in other areas. Part of the reason he’d agreed to meet up with Star Tyrian for the purpose of locating and utilizing a firing range was so he could test his systems for any potential errors. The other part? Well, Tres was just… curious. Tres had never been curious just because before, and it was, to say the least, a little confusing.
Realizing he was going down a rather inefficient and time consuming path of thought, Tres resolutely ignored any further speculation and reholstered his guns before grabbing his journal and tucking it away inside his robes. Tres had stated his Estimated Time of Arrival as 60 seconds, and he did not disappoint.
It took only a few seconds to exit his room and move down the hall. Showing up with less than a half-second error to his stated ETA, he knocked briskly on the door with the appropriate number and name, and waited for it to open.
What: A bit of gun-geekery between a couple of holy hitmen 8D;
When: Directly after this.
Where: Twenty-second floor, then wherever they end up wandering to.
Rating: PG-13 to R for Star's potential potty-mouth.
Guns? Check. Ammunition? Check. Targeting systems? …Well, those relied on hard-wired code, and at that moment the android wasn’t too sure he could trust his programming. Not when it had been ‘malfunctioning’ in other areas. Part of the reason he’d agreed to meet up with Star Tyrian for the purpose of locating and utilizing a firing range was so he could test his systems for any potential errors. The other part? Well, Tres was just… curious. Tres had never been curious just because before, and it was, to say the least, a little confusing.
Realizing he was going down a rather inefficient and time consuming path of thought, Tres resolutely ignored any further speculation and reholstered his guns before grabbing his journal and tucking it away inside his robes. Tres had stated his Estimated Time of Arrival as 60 seconds, and he did not disappoint.
It took only a few seconds to exit his room and move down the hall. Showing up with less than a half-second error to his stated ETA, he knocked briskly on the door with the appropriate number and name, and waited for it to open.