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Text | Post Moon-Warp [OTA with Action Option]
There were many guns and ammo with the raiders.
Bring them to me. If you found tools and cleaning supplies for them, bring them with you. I will inspect them. Repair them if it's possible. Show you how to care for them. I'll also trade ammo for the correct one for your weapon. I will show you how to use the weapon and handle it safely, provided you take it seriously.
You can also trade ammunition, guns, and parts you don't want for other electronics and items I gathered from the raiders.
[ There is also some minor details, such as where to find him in the Convoy, when he's willing to meet. Looks like he's commandeering one of the shop spaces in the second set of trains, though he doesn't appear to leave any 'stock' there. ]
That's all I have to say.
[ No name, no description of himself. If a person stops by the shop, be treated to the sight of a relatively new Drifter, pale skin, red eyes, dark hair and wrapped in a red cloak. He doesn't seem to have any physical signs of changes unless you count the ones he came in to the world as changes. Certainly possible. There are an assortment of firearms and ammo as well as several electronics, wires, random bits though they are almost certainly a sample of what he might have collected. ]
Bring them to me. If you found tools and cleaning supplies for them, bring them with you. I will inspect them. Repair them if it's possible. Show you how to care for them. I'll also trade ammo for the correct one for your weapon. I will show you how to use the weapon and handle it safely, provided you take it seriously.
You can also trade ammunition, guns, and parts you don't want for other electronics and items I gathered from the raiders.
[ There is also some minor details, such as where to find him in the Convoy, when he's willing to meet. Looks like he's commandeering one of the shop spaces in the second set of trains, though he doesn't appear to leave any 'stock' there. ]
That's all I have to say.
[ No name, no description of himself. If a person stops by the shop, be treated to the sight of a relatively new Drifter, pale skin, red eyes, dark hair and wrapped in a red cloak. He doesn't seem to have any physical signs of changes unless you count the ones he came in to the world as changes. Certainly possible. There are an assortment of firearms and ammo as well as several electronics, wires, random bits though they are almost certainly a sample of what he might have collected. ]
[Aaaaaaction]
Well, y'know, since.
So she's gonna go ahead and grab her new rifle- and also gather up her stockpile of ammo- various kinds, she wasn't picky about it, she figured he'd be good to sort it out- and head over to the shop he described in the message.
When she sees him, a few things are noticeable. First, that she's basically repurposed some empty cigarette cartons to hold the bullets, and in some cases the clips and magazines holding them, which she's now carrying with her. Second, and much more obvious- that she's no longer got the fur and the scorpion tail she had last time she saw him. Instead, she looks like a normal human, except pale, sunken, and vaguely corpse-like. She's also got a scarf tied tightly around her neck.
She does, however, crack a little bit of a smile when she sees him.]
Sup, Teach? Brought you some presents.
[She plops down the cartons full of bullets and bullet-adjacent accessories, none of which she kept track of or tried to label without guidance.]
Figure you can just keep whatever I'm not using, we'll call it even for the help.
OKAY I AM BACK IN ACTION
I suppose that means you're interested.
[ Vincent reaches out to help with the load. And... he's found bullets in worse places. If they're dry and 'better than nothing' Vincent won't really complain even if the cartons will be given a long study before being accepted and stacked nearby. It's probably worth noting there are makeshift boxes labeled precisely with various caliber designations; he'll probably be sorting them all later. ]
Have a seat.
[ Just to be clear the only seats are really on his side of the counter right now. Everything on the shopper side is 'standing room'. So he's clearly inviting her to come around to the shop side of things.
While Faith makes a decision on that, Vincent begins the task of gathering certain supplies. Namely the things needed for maintenance of the gun she seems to have adopted.
Appearance wise, everything he'd borne during their eventful trip through the desert and the raiders has seemingly vanished as if it weren't there. Well, unless you considered the deathly pale skin and red eyes a part of that transformation. ]
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She eyes the labelled boxes and nods appreciatively.]
You got a pretty slick setup going here.
[She's entirely sincere, honestly. Having somebody who knows about this gun stuff and is willing to supply the convoy just makes sense.]
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On the table. Not your lap. Safer.
[ He hadn't turned around. ]
Take out the magazine, empty the round from the chamber.
[ By this time he has returned and is setting out an array of maintenance tools. Oil and solvent. Brushes, picks, rags and similar components. ]
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Good news, she seems to have at least mastered that part. Which is good, because the number of tools he's bringing to bear is, uh... daunting.]
Damn, you have been busy.
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[ And that's a factual statement. How many 'complete' kits, bottles of solvents and lubricants he managed to find is far, far from the amount needed to provide everyone their own range of tools. He's going to need to work on that if he's going to help people arm themselves.
Once Faith gets a good look though, she'll probably notice that a lot of the tools are repeats of one another; like they do the same job but are sized for different sizes. Which makes sense, given the range in the size of firearms in general.
Vincent reaches for the gun and lifts it long enough to check Faith did the earlier task of emptying the gun correctly; clip out before ejecting the cartridge rather than vice versa which would have loaded another into the chamber. While he did seem to have eyes in the back of his head earlier, this is not true. At least, not right now. After that, he sets it back down in front of Faith. ]
You're going to disassemble and clean the weapon first. Given the state of other firearms...
[ There's almost a sound of pain in his words. Though he's quick to reason it. ]
Hrmph. Well I suspect the condition the raiders themselves were in had something to do with that.
[ After this brief and perhaps shocking moment of unnecessary commentary, Vincent begins to tell Faith what to do, step by step, to disassemble the weapon. Each instruction will be given, he will pause and let her deal with it, and then offer the next step. ]
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Good news is, she's actually picking up on it pretty quickly. Terminology seems to be pretty much lost on her as soon as it's explained, but the physical and mechanical parts are executed masterfully.]
Tough to blame 'em, considering the state of everything else around here.
[There's a momentary pause, and then-]
Plus, they're like... psycho Mad Max robot people, probably we grade on a curve.