"Get the hell out of my way!" - Ayn Rand

[rapturescreed]

Who: Raul Creed, Daedauls Yumeno, and Re-l Mayer (Romdeau Trio unite!)
When: 9/7/10 Tuesday night, right after siren's go off.
Where: Outside and around Lions Gate.
Summary: Raul Creed has some Proxy bullets to test out and Daedalus faces the most ironic of monsters before being saved by his own guardian Proxy angel. Action tag style.
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[gaveherwings]

[It was his night off, and usually that meant having some time to relax. Not so for this evening.

Daedalus was anxious. He didn't particularly like being out after the sirens, and he didn't particularly like being out at the mercy of Raul Creed, either.

However, his prototype shells needed testing on the dark creatures, and he wasn't about to hand them off to SERO's test groups until he knew they'd have some effect, and he'd promised the Security Chief first batch- to make up for tossing his last set, perhaps. In some effort of peace offering. To keep them on working terms, now that they were in positions were that would be mutually beneficial again.

But the doctor also knew couldn't test them out in the field on his own. He'd never used a firearm before. But he knew they'd work in a theoretical sense, and he'd made the first set to fit the caliber rounds Raul's pistol carried

[rapturescreed]

We'll go as far as need be.

[He glanced over at Daedalus, slightly amused. He couldn't be very comfortable with being around the Darkness monsters, and even more so when Raul was the only one with something they could use to protect them.

Not that he made it a habit to go out into the dark much himself. It wasn't the monsters; he knew he could take them out easily. But the decay of the land gave him a sense of unease.]

We'll try one and see how it works, then try another.

[gaveherwings]

The main issue I'm concerned with, like I've said, is that using the full spectrum necessary to inflict tissue damage from exposure, the gun chamber may overheat and jam if they're loaded too long.

[He glanced down at the timepiece on his NV, digital brights illuminating his face with a soft blue tint. Shifting the stylus comfortably into his hand, he pulled up a capture program, turning on the lapbook's camera to try and adjust for lack of a good light source.]

I'd say we have about half an hour, to finish off the clip.

[rapturescreed]

[He looks at his gun with a frown.] If something happens to this, you'll pay to have it fixed.

[He was serious on this. He didn't want to buy a new gun; he had grown rather fond of this one.]

Only half an hour? Then we may need to go further and find the monsters before they find us. [Only takes one step further before one shows up. Well thank someone for that. He leveled his gun.]