to: everyone

[righteously]

testing 1 2 3
can you hear me now?
good

I'm looking for somebody who knows how to handle a sword
preferably somebody better than the mooks in the training yard
for teaching purposes, just to be clear, not mercenary work
I'll pay if I gotta, money or favors

alternatively, anyone who knows how to get a friggin gun
doesn't seem like they're just handing those out at the barracks
six-shooter, lever-action, doesn't matter, I'll take whatever I can get my hands on

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[priestified]

[ Fuck, this brain-texting is gonna get real weird, real fast. ]

Have you tried saving up your allowance like a big boy and buying your guns, friend?

[righteously]

Yeah, the cash isn't the problem, captain helpful, it's about the "where". Who the hell's selling these things?

[priestified]

[ Weird, it's almost like other people aren't in the habit of immediately ingratiating themselves to the seedy underbelly of wherever they happen to find themselves?

...but that isn't his problem! Maxwell knows an economic opportunity when he sees one. ]

I might know a guy.

[righteously]

( Hey, don't get it twisted, he's down to scope out a little seedy underbelly. He just hasn't been around long enough to stumble across it yet.

Gotta scam someone somewhere, right? )

Now we're talkin
Think you can put me in touch? Or is this about to be a middle man finder's fee situation?

( Not that he cares, beggars can't be choosers. )

[priestified]

Let's say there was a fee involved, just hypothetically speaking. What's a decent gun worth to you, in a place like this?

[ It's him, the guy is totally him ]

[righteously]

Depends on the model
Wouldn't mind checking out the stock
If we're skewing more Winchester Model 1890 or a decent semi-automatic pistol I'm willing to shell out a pretty farthing. If it's that older gen 1 shot crap, maybe an ugly farthing.

I deal in favors, too, if that's more your guy's speed.

[priestified]

You sound like the discerning kind of man who wouldn't be satisfied with any ol' garbage flintlock, am I right? If that's the case, there is no stock. You get it custom made or not at all.

Semi-auto, maybe it can be done. It'd take time. You interested in that over the rifle?

This guy has been known to accept favors as legal tender. What's your specialty?

[righteously]

Pass on the flintlock, yeah. That's more likely to get my ass killed than just hacking stuff with a sword.

Skewing rifle. Shotgun if you can swing it.

Killing stuff.
Not people, to be clear. Murder's off the table. Monsters are open season.
I also have an angel on call if you need something crazy like a delivery to the bottom of the ocean or the world's fastest courier service.

[priestified]

So that's what angels are good for, huh. Noted. Is this like a shoulder angel, by the way?

Shotgun it is. These would be prototypes, mind you. Maybe not as sleek or as smooth shooting as you're used to, but if you can handle the recoil and the quirks with accuracy then I can at least guarantee it won't kill ya.

[righteously]

He's like an angel angel. Castiel. 5'11", dark hair, voice like a blender full of rocks.

I can make the recoil and accuracy work, as long as you're 100% ain't gonna blow up cartoon style in the middle of a hunt.

[priestified]

[ A literal angel angel? Come on! Granted, Maxwell has already met an alien with four arms so... if he considers the idea that there must be an alien race that happens to look like angels and also have angel names, that makes more sense.

He can accept that, but not without some ribbing. ]

Is he also on fire or are they just written that way in the good book

[ #skeptic ]

Oh, we can design things to blow up cartoonishly if you want that. It just costs extra.

[righteously]

Not exactly, but if you eyeball him outside of a vessel he burns your eyes out. The smite thing's more of a blinding light than a ball of fire.

Hard pass on the wabbit season, doc.

[priestified]

All right, all right, taking a raincheck on the explosives. You're no fun. But hey, I think we're brain-linked now so you'll know where to find me yeah? It'll take a few weeks to bang something out good enough to take it for a test run.

He smites, too?

[righteously]

Likewise. I'll brain text you.
That, or if you're rolling around brain heaven and you spot a little bar called the Roadhouse, brain drinks are on me.

Mostly demons, yeah. When he's got the juice. He got cut off from home base a while back.

[priestified]

Now you're speaking my brain language, pal.

Well, that's a relief. You ever get the feeling that if someone were going around doing smitings you'd be the first one smote?

[righteously]

Oh, hells yeah. I'm what you might call an acquired taste. I'm numero uno on a crapton of of smite lists.

[priestified]

Now this I gotta hear. Tell me all about it over an imaginary old fashioned sometime, huh?

smh how did i miss that double word u saw nothing

[righteously]

Deal. I mix a hell of a cocktail.