Happiness Is a Warm Gun [Tag, Kyle & Tycho, Open]

[browncoatdevil]

New Canton training grounds. It was a decent camp, full of find memories of Independent soldiers going through basic training as the War for Independence kicked off. Gwen had spent a good deal of time stomping and marching over every inch of the camp from the mountains off in the distance to along the river bank to the east of the barracks. The

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[mercjedi]

Kyle was overwhelmed when he set foot inside the Sensorium. A whole other world. It even smelled real. Though smelling what some of that was he decided that maybe it could be a little less real and he wouldn't mind. Seeing Gwen on some sort of riding animal he waved, and started to jog closer to her. That slug thrower she had certainly looked deadly enough. He made a note to himself to maybe get more familiar with the other kinds of tech in this place. Never knew when it might come in handy.

"Hey there! This is impressive. I'm really looking forward to testing it out." he said when he was finally close enough to not have to shout. "Ready for some fun?"

Kyle might have been grinning like a fool a bit himself.

[browncoatdevil]

The mare snorted and danced in place as the man jogged over, slinging her head high with her ears perked forward. The sorrel whinnied to him loud and high ready to move though her rider kept her steady. "Kyle! Glad you found the place!" Slinging her rifle over her shoulder the uniformed woman slid easily from the saddle, her knee high boots thumping on the hard ground below. Gwen's plantsuit was gone replaced with tight tan britches with dark brown strips running along the side of her legs. The black knee high boots were polished to perfection though looked to be worn in from use- even the red vest that buckled along the left side of her chest over a simple white shirt was spotless. Looked like the clothing could change here for a moment as well

[mercjedi]

"Nice trick with the clothes. I think I'll have to try that one myself." Just the memory of his familiar old shirts was a pleasant thought. Of course this promptly made them materialize on him. Looking down picked at them for a moment before accepting that they did indeed feel exactly like his clothes. "Well that was a bit easier than I'd expected. Well know that I'm in something more comfortable why don't we get started?"

Walking to within fifty meters of the target he stopped and turned back to Gwen. "What would you like to see first?"

[browncoatdevil]

As Kyle walked one way, Gwen lead the horse the other carefully tying her up in the shade of a large tree. Giving her a quick scratch between the ears she jogged over to where the taller man was at quickly falling in to step with him. "Makes it a lot more comfortable than wearin' them damned skin-tight jobs." Gwen was more than thankful she had found her coat amongst the things scattered about that one room. It did well to have her keep some dignity from what others were cursed to keep in view.

When the man asked what she wanted to see first the woman shrugged allowing a wide smile to spread across her face. "Anything- whatever you wanna show first is more'n fine by me. Maybe we should start our way small and work our way up to th' big guns?"