Can I Take Your Order? [Active/Closed]

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Characters: Ratchet, Yazoo
Content: Yazoo's long awaited 'gunblades' are ready, but... just what is he planning on doing with them?
Location: An abandoned tool shop along Broadway
Time of day: Early morning
Warnings: Ebol plotting on Yazoo's part?

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[gunblade_dance]

Yazoo was used to being up early -- when you spent a lot of time sleeping outdoors in a shadow of a motorcycle, you woke with the first light. He'd kept to that habit even here in Manhattan, and even if he hadn't, there was no way he was going to wait on getting the guns he'd commissioned from Ratchet

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[ooc: I'd almost forgotten about the sniper riple, nyuk. Thanks. 8D;]

Ratchet jumped up at the dull pounding and looked around quickly, trying to find the source. Were the crabs trying to get in? He didn't think they'd be so polite as to knock, at least... Leaning back, the Lombax squinted outside of the room, into the main department, and noticed a silver-haired man standing outside with a heavy sweatshirt. ...Sephiroth?

Silding off the stool he'd been sleeping on, the alien clambered over to the door with a yawn and unlocked it, letting the man in. A better look at him revealed that... well, it wasn't quite Sephiroth, but he sure seemed to look like him. A brother perhaps? Cousin? Ratchet mentally shrugged

[gunblade_dance]

Following Ratchet inside, Yazoo gave the strange little creature a visual once-over. His interest was short-lived, however. Ratchet was odd-looking, but Yazoo had seen worse (much worse), and right now the only thing he really cared about was getting his guns.

He waited as Ratchet had directed, using the opportunity to unpack what he'd brought. Yazoo laid the tools and money out on the desk, and was just laying down the pistol when Ratchet returned, guns in hand. Yazoo accepted the rifle from him and looked it over, testing the balance and heft, and pausing to sight along it.

"Let me see them." Setting the sniper rifle carefully inside the duffel, Yazoo reached for the gunblades. Ratchet was right -- they did seem a little different from the ones he was used to, not quite as smooth when he lifted them, and they were certainly no Velvet Nightmare. But the guns were solid. He would simply have to avoid using them to block or parry

[mr_fix_em]

Picking up the pistol, Ratchet gave the weapon a once-over glance. A little... small for his tastes. But it did kinda remind him of one of his Dual Vipers back in Dreadzone? He wondered if it was that useful or effective. "I've never really seen anything like this before..." He admitted thoughtfully. "But hey, a weapon's a weapon! Thanks!"

Slipping the gun into a leather holster, Ratchet looked back up at the silver-haired man and tilted his head curiously at the gunblades. "I've never really seen those types of weapons in my galaxy, either. It was kinda tough making 'em. Are they common where you're from?"

[ooc: No prob! Just wasn't sure if you got the first poke since your inbox failed.]