[Private to the Admiral]
Could I please have Reaver's gun - I don't know, his favourite - and a supply of bullets? If you could give me thirty and make them so they top up every month like everything else does, that'd be great.
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I hope you're, uh. Feeling better.
[Private to Reaver]
Thought we might go hunting today. I mean, you can hunt, I'll just follow you around and be obnoxious probably. Unless you don't want to.
[Open Spam]
[Merlin was sitting cross-legged on the deck, at the stern of the ship. He had been half-heartedly meditating for a while - it seemed to be popular amongst magic users - but he didn't have much in the way of technique and didn't know what the point was and sitting in the quiet with his eyes closed had just made him want to fall asleep. Instead, he had taken to generating little balls of blue light from his hands, letting them float up and away from the ship like lanterns. Soon he was going to start trying to make shapes.]
[OOC: New/old CR, multithreads etc. - all good. I just need him to be getting out more. Lay it on me <3