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Characters: Bryn Zethir and your character /o/
Date: April 7th to 13th
Location: Atam!
Situation: Bryn in various places on the mainland, see thread starters for details!
Warnings/Rating: None expected, will warn in subject lines if that changes...


[Having finished her mandatory quarantine, Bryn ventures into the city of Atam. Well, one of Bryn does anyway, having left a second version of herself behind in Keeliai to continue working both in the fields and for Wayne Enterprises as she has been for some weeks now.

Intending to both explore the city as well as shop for a variety of necessities, she pays for a week in advance at the communal housing establishment and heads into the city...]

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[Bryn can't help but smile a bit at that decorative little gun. No, grin outright, because it's lovely looking and she can perfectly imagine it being the sort of gun some Kidiar's wife picks out for herself on appearance rather than function.]

It's beautiful, but I'd wonder if it shoots as well as it looks. Thankfully I'm set with my own already.

[She pulls her own gun out to compare. It's a bit large in her hands, the style a somewhat confusing mix of old and new by an modern American's standards. Bryn however looks quite pleased by it.]

Designed and constructed by Aspurrans and enchanted by Asarians. There simply isn't anything better out of my country.

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[Henry definitely did not anticipate Bryn having a piece of machinery like that on her, and once again, it shows on his face.]

Extraordinary. [He leans forward to examine it.] I must remember that I underestimate you at my peril, my dear.

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[Bryn so enjoys those moments when she can surprise Henry, if only for the fact that he seems completely and utterly unflappable.]

Not at your peril, Henry. I assure you even when I lose my temper I'm not so trigger-happy.

[She offers it to him, handle first, if he'd like to look it over more closely.]

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[He laughs, and takes the gun to examine it.]

A remarkable piece of workmanship. The gunsmiths of my world would be verdant with envy. Though if I am to find something for my own purposes, some instrument between this and the lady's derringer would suit best.

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[She takes the gun back, looking just a little bit pleased by the praise as if she'd made the gun herself, and slides it into its holster.]

I hope you don't mind shopping around a bit for something for yourself. Considering the unrest of the natives I can't help but feel a bit protective of the people I care about. I'd hate for something to happen simply because someone wasn't armed enough to defend themselves.

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[He smiles.]

I hope you do not mind me saying that it is a welcome novelty to be guided by a lady in the purchase of firearms. And your concern is a credit to your character, my dear—though I hope sincerely that matters do not get so dreadful as that. Nevertheless I suppose one cannot be too cautious.

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In my family we were taught early to be careful and think ahead whenever it seemed as if things might get dicey. And it's something of a cultural quirk to be so protective of others.

[She smiles and shrugs lightly.]

But hopefully I'm just worrying for nothing.

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What a remarkable world you come from!

[He pauses, picks up a revolver-like gun—small enough to be carried discreetly, but not so small as to be useless after a single shot.]

What, then, do you make of this, dear Athena?

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[In an attempt to not get distracted from the purpose at hand, Bryn looks over the gun in his hands and smiles widely.]

It looks perfect. Large enough, but not too much. Advanced in mechanisms it seems, but not overly complicated either. I think you'd do well with it.

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Capital. Excuse me—

[Henry summons the merchant, and after some haggling, bargains the price down to something he finds acceptable. Armaments having been obtained—not something he had planned for, but he concedes Bryn's caution—he offers Bryn his arm to escort her further through the marketplace.]