Text | Post Moon-Warp [OTA with Action Option]

[coffinturk]

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. ]

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[solitarysoul]

i have a lot of ammo that i don't need if anyone needs any. i can bring it to you.

i can also help show people how to use and maintain a lot of different types of guns.

[firstsoldier]

[Things that Sephiroth doesn't want to address: this inevitable need of civilians to learn how to fight. It takes him hours after Vincent's post to make his own.]

As an addition to this, for those who would prefer learning hands on violence, I can see to most forms of self defense instruction.

I believe I can also provide a reasonable workout for those who already know how to fight.

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[serialmurderbot]

[When SecUnit once heard Amena complaining to her siblings about it - nothing blatant about the Festival Incident, but it knew that was what the complaints were about - it had heard her call it the fun police.

It's reminded of that now, as it reads the post. Maybe it should resent the 'nice suggestions to not fucking die' post, only it knows that repetition only makes humans ignore things.

It's actually moving closer towards the shop spaces - it's by one of the nooks that Jack turned into a sewing station, actually, but it doesn't go in just yet, instead lingering outside the caravan, leaning against a wall and staring balefully at its handheld as it decides whether a face-to-face confrontation is warranted. So instead it's just a mildly suspicious figure wearing utilitarian grey/blue clothes, wearing a not-at-all suspicious facemask.]

Provide certifications in weapon handling, ammunition handling and storage, and license for providing firearms training, including years of experience in all three.

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[bufudine]

[After the lack of usable weaponry and ammunition they could stock in their journey so far, the raid on the Convoy seems to have practically rained supplies of them in comparison. It's been a long time since he's had a gun in hand -- thanks to losing his when he crossed the threshold between worlds again -- and now that the option is there...

There are some circumstances where a longer ranged weapon would be more useful than his demon's abilities.

When Serph arrives at the gun filled shop space, he nods in acknowledgement of the other drifter manning it.]

I'm after a gun.

[Since the radio announcement had mentioned trading, he adds-]

What will you take in exchange for one?

[bigplace]

Guessing the tech you're familiar with is 21st century Earth, give or take? Center-fire ammo stored in cartridges? [ Kaidan isn't hopeful he'll find ammo for his 22nd century assault riffle any time soon, but might as well ask. ] I have an assault rifle and a hand gun I might have to retrofit.

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[definitionofcrazy]

[Faith doesn't actually text back, but he reminded her that she did still need to talk ammo with him. Gun cleaning. All that stuff that has decidedly not been on her mind since-

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.

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[faceguy]

why does this read like the creepy shopkeeper in a horror game

cant you start this like a normal person
here ill help you out:

hi my name is _____ (<- that's you!)

[discolouredwings]

[A gun wouldn't help if she got stuck as an animal again, but maybe she'd be able to defend herself so...]

do we need to have a weapon to start with/

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[guidemyway]

Oh my gosh!

What are the best guns that you found? You have to show me!

WE COULD PUT ON A *GUN SHOW*