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[la_belette]

So guess what, mah homiez

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[inthirds]

You make them, you sell them...Do you show a buyer how to use them, then?

i saw a chance and i took it |D HOWDY SELF-IMPOSED NEIGHBOR

[inthirds]

Every night?

You are amazing.

[la_belette]

Do you have any idea how hard Throught The Fire And Flames is on expert?

A concert pianist practices every night. I am no different.

*slowly reels in for more cr

[inthirds]

It's...But it's as silent as the grave up there in the day! Switch hours so people can sleep.

/hook in mouth, gasping, flopping, worms

[la_belette]

Well that's cuz I'm at WORK during the day, sheesh. Have a little consideration, dude.

[inthirds]

[the aggravated pause for comic effect. damnyouuuu.]

I'm coming upstairs now.

[la_belette]

Lemme put some pants on first.

welcome to actionland

[inthirds]

[courteous blue people wear their masks up.

KNOCK KNOCK.]

It's my favorite land.

[la_belette]

[DREAD PORTAL CREAKS OPEN or not. There's Weaz, in a t-shirt that reads "Alchemists Do It In Beakers."]

Sup.

You're blue.

[inthirds]

[BLASTED IN THE FACE WITH THE HORRID SMELLS OF CHEETOS AND GEEK AN--oh.

ha ha blue.

deadpan:] You're observant. Well, vendor? [show me da goods.]

[la_belette]

Vendor? What is this, World of Warcraft?

[He closes the door behind them and leads Zel into the second room. Wow there are a LOT of guns in there. Mounted on the walls, on the desk, propped up in an umbrella stand. Oh, and ammo too. Lots of it.]

Take your pick, Violet.

[inthirds]

[noise and name complaints aside, Zel strode slowly inside, gaping. ooh. shiny.

wait--Violet-?] Zelgadis. [curtly enough, brb peering at these shooty things.]

...What difference is there with the size of these? Larger ammunition?

[la_belette]

Yeah. Harder to make bigger ammo hold the rifling and not explode in the chamber. That's why I'm a board certified super genius. Wile E. Coyote eat your heart out.

[He's putting together a gun on his desk, too, with bits and pieces everywhere.]

Okay. Zelgadis. Here's the deal. I've got cops and Tony Stark riding my ass about this. So if any of 'em find out you're poppin' caps in babies, you're fucked. That's your only warning.

[inthirds]

[sourly:] I don't hurt children.

[carefully picking up one of the smaller models, turning it in hand curiously.] It's only defense. If my magic goes on the fritz again, I'll need more than a sword...[squinting.] How do you load the gunpowder in these?

[la_belette]

...Aw, shit, you really are from World of Warcraft. Look, this ain't like a muzzle-loaded musket here, Zel. You don't have to shove a stick in the end to tamp down the charge.

Crap in a hat, you need a firing range demo, don't you?

[inthirds]

Mm. [frowning down at the piece in hand.] Better safe than sorry, I'd think...[now where's that late nite noise machine i'll shoot that...]