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[Empiricist]

((Wait, so do firearms have a damage type like Slash, Strike or Pierce?))

Branson briskly follows. Well, briskly by his current standards.

[PrivateNomad]

((Evron is in the boxing club!))
"Those knuckles look sick, dude."

[hector13]

Looks down at Karma's feet while trying to copy him, arms outsretched like he's holding a gun ((I don't have it yet, right?))

"Like this?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((Wait, so do firearms have a damage type like Slash, Strike or Pierce?))

Branson briskly follows. Well, briskly by his current standards.

((Yes. Pierce. Most ranged weapons are pierce anyway.))
Maria leads him to a grey-painted room with several fluorescent bulbs above, lined with sharp sticks, spears, muskets, swords and whatnot.
With a small firearms box at the end.

[kj1225]

((Wait, so do firearms have a damage type like Slash, Strike or Pierce?))

((Pierce))

((Evron is in the boxing club!))
"Those knuckles look sick, dude."

Virgil nods as he puts them on.
"Yeah, they were my father's. Well, until he died that is."

[Empiricist]

Branson inches away from the sharper object as he moves towards the firearms box and examines its contents.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Some older revolvers, one or two modern firearms, including the one he was looking for.

[Sanure]

Nadeko scoots away as Kyousuke moves closer to her, "He can't hurt you anymore. You made sure of that. Come on Nadeko, get it together. He can't hurt you anymore." Tears are streaming down her cheeks and she seems to be clutching a sack doll that looks like Nadeko. The doll looks to be covered in blood, and there is a large amount of stitching going across most of the doll.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Kyousuke swallows. He knows if he screws this up, she'll probably hate his guts.

"Orishino-san....whoever this 'person' is, I can tell you, he won't hurt you here."

[Stirk]

Looks down at Karma's feet while trying to copy him, arms outsretched like he's holding a gun ((I don't have it yet, right?))

"Like this?"

"That is close to the old-isosceles. The stance isn't just the arms or feat, is is your entire body. Here, bend your knees like this..."

Karma walks over to Yoshida and pushes his knees in, bending them to the correct place.

"And you should lean forward a bit more, like this."

Again, Karma puts Yoshida's body in the correct place.

"Also, you are locking your arms wrong, here I will fix that too..."

Karma then fixes his arms.

"That looks OK. I should have trained you more before this though...Now, try moving. Pretend your upper body is the turret on a tank."

[PrivateNomad]

 "That sucks. How'd he bite the dust?"

[Empiricist]

Branson takes the revolver examining it carefully and familiarizing himself with its weight. Or at least, attempting to. Folding the handle/knuckles and blade, he begins to practice folding and unfolding it.
"Didn't expect there'd be something like this here. Kinda short-ranged for a gun, but at least I can use it without training. Concealable too."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"We're going to be patting you all down after we leave Achronos, to ensure you don't carry weapons out of the dorms. Safety precaution."

[Sanure]

Nadeko just shakes her head, "He has his ways, he always has his ways, It's why mom died. He could do anything. But he can't now. Because of me. I should.... I..." Nadeko begins to rock back and forth for a few minutes before placing the doll into one of her pockets and wiping her face with a embroidered cloth.

[Empiricist]

"Can I at least carry what I brought in here?" He gestures to the switchblade. "It's of, er, sentimental value."