010 violent outbursts [angry dictation; very, very angry]

[hatesgoodbyes]

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?

[The sound that followed was the sharp staccato bark of an XBR55 Battle Rifle. A series of hots followed by a paused and then another shorter series.]

This nameplate thing is pretty fucked up, so I've removed it and marked my name in my door my own way.

If I find out who did this I'll mark my name in them, too.

[The strong tang of rifle fire filled the hall, thin plume of smoke curled from the barrel. Anyone meeting her in the hall or passing later on would see the name plate, until the castle repairs it, riddled with bullet holes; below it in large bullet hole letters read TEX.

Someone has impulse issues.]

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[stainedglassreflections]

.... What made that noise, if you don't mind me asking?

[ She might mind, with how angry she sounds. ]

[hatesgoodbyes]

That would be my rifle.

[There was another set of two pops of gun fire to illustrate the point.]

And that would be my rifle updating the name plate on my door.

[fairlyclassichim]

I could ask you the same thing! Jesus, what is that, an assault rifle?

[hatesgoodbyes]

They don't use that term in my time, but basically yeah.

Problem?

[fairlyclassichim]

And what time would that be? Wait, wait, let me guess. It's one where everyone forgot anything and everything about gun safety whatsoever. Did you not get the instruction manual with that thing? Because I can probably help with that. Lesson one: Maybe don't shoot your goddamn assault rifle off in the middle of what is probably now a very crowded hallway. There, that wasn't so hard, WAS IT?

[hatesgoodbyes]

Long after you're bones are dust probably, unless you lived past 2555. And people here are generally smart enough to not run into a hallway when shots are fired, not as uncommon here as you might think.

You want to give me training in my weapon, come on up, I have a few dozen rounds left. So step right up asshole, I'll be waiting.

[fairlyclassichim]

[Holy shit. What a bitch.]

You know what? You're on. But how about we move this to the actual shooting range? JUST AN IDEA.

[hatesgoodbyes]

[Got it in one Archer.]

If you can't handle your weapon in close quarters you shouldn't have it at all.

[fairlyclassichim]

Oh I can handle my weapon. Excuse me for trying to be CONSIDERATE to all the other fucking people wandering around this shithole! Where are you?

[hatesgoodbyes]

Really? Cause I gotta tell you, for a guy trying to be considerate you're really pissing me off. Fourth floor, room 409.

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[fairlyclassichim]

Oh, right, because I'm so worried about pissing off the bitch that's shooting up the entire castle in the first place. So sorry. Really.

[He slams his journal shut and shows up on the fourth floor a few minutes later in his usual suit and tie. He stares blankly when he recognizes the armor. Another one of these guys, huh? He strolls up casually with his standard Walter PPK tucked into his trousers and leans up against the wall a few doors down from her... modifications, chuckling.]

Let me guess. You're a freelancer. This... actually makes a lot more sense now.

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[hatesgoodbyes]

[Her rifle was resting with the but against her hip, her stance was ready but not aggressive in more than her usual way.]

No, you should be worried about pissing off the bitch who us only shooing her own door.

[True to her word there was no damage outside of the door, though that had been pretty thoroughly redecorated.]

I was, I left, a bit too radical for me. [Ironic humor in that, you could almost hear her smile.]

[fairlyclassichim]

I assume you're Tex, then?

[He looks over at the door, mildly impressed that she wasn't exaggerating her ability, and back at the rifle. His eyes sweep up and down the weapon, which could very easily be mistaken for checking out Tex herself. Which he might also be doing.]

Yeah, sounds like it all went to shit anyway, from what I've heard. Did you bail before that, or after?

[That's what he got from South's vague bitching about it, anyway.]

[i_got_this]

I dunno, I kinda like mine.

[Never mind that it took her forever to find because she kept walking past it, but it had to be better than what Texas got.]

[stainedglassreflections]

That would be.... like a much more powerful bow, then?

[ The most advanced his technology gets is... not very advanced. Magic is easier to aim than a bow, after all. ]

[originalcopy]

At least you've found yours. I'm about to start opening random doors.

[hatesgoodbyes]

..uhh no. It's like a rifle.

[Who the hell uses bows?]>/i>

[hatesgoodbyes]

I assume you're gifted.

[She's a solid ton of attitude and all of it was bad. She cocked her helmet to the side and just waited while he looked over her or her rifle, or both, whatever.]

No, I'm the one who went in to bring it the fuck down.

[stainedglassreflections]

I meant-

It isn't magic, it isn't magical, it's a physical ... shot?

[ He will find a dictionary. ]

[hatesgoodbyes]

What did you get?

[hatesgoodbyes]

Since I'm done redecorating I can probably help you find it, how hard can 'Cranky Asshole' be to find?

[hatesgoodbyes]

Explosion propelled metal projectile fired at high velocity, yeah. The only thing magic about it is how good I am with it.

[stainedglassreflections]

[ He can sense the ego from here. ]

Sounds very handy. Is there anyone who wouldn't mind teaching someone who has never heard of 'explosion' outside a particularly nasty spell how to use one?

[ Don't do it, its a bad idea- ]

[originalcopy]

Ha ha very funny.

Yeah, alright I could use the help.

[i_got_this]

'I Got This'. Which I do, you know.