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[piecewise]

Do you have faith?

Mr. Bird has faith.

Oh. In that case yeah, the gun John wields (must steal when he dies) blew up a big rock pillar, and the Salthe are reeling from the loss of their God. Xankarvo certainly believes that John's capable of killing them all.

Do you have faith?

Hyenakles certainly doesn't (or, wouldn't). John's down two legs; the best he can do is take a few Salthe out with him.

3 out of four ain't bad. Lets roll.
[6]
John, laying on his back in a quickly spreading pool of oil, points his revolver up towards the descending swarm.  When he squeezes the trigger, the entire gun and the blood around him catches fire and the cylinder spins of its own accord. As each chamber reaches the top the gun flashes red and chimes metallically, consuming all six bullets. The fire from the burning blood oil is sucked up into the spinning cylinder and the gun glows cherry red. There is a sound like a great inhalation, a hissing suction, and then the revolver fires. It fires not a shot but instead goes off like a jet engine, a pillar of flame explodes from the barrel and screams up toward the sky. It engulfs the snakes, which can be seen for an instant as black silhouettes before they crumble apart.

When it's over john is laying on a burnt section of deck, a haze of embers all around him. His legs are gone, replaced with a pair of stumps beneath the knee, each one a fused mass of burn scar tissue. His body is covered in web like burn scars as well, though they all appear to be fully healed.

[Harry Baldman]

"Well, that ought to teach the bloody bastards a lesson. Fruitify our comrades, will they? Bastardly things."

Now, is our retreat still of the fighting sort or does this take care of all of them for now?

[Egan_BW]

((Huh. I actually thought that gun was an automatic for some reason.))

[piecewise]

((Huh. I actually thought that gun was an automatic for some reason.))

Is it? I always had it in my head as a revolver, but now that you mention it, I seem to remember describing it otherwise before...hmm.

OHWELLHELLMAGICWHATCHAGONNADO.

[Comrade P.]

((Huh. I actually thought that gun was an automatic for some reason.))

Is it? I always had it in my head as a revolver, but now that you mention it, I seem to remember describing it otherwise before...hmm.
OHWELLHELLMAGICWHATCHAGONNADO.

((Sooooo should I act like I had a revolver all along, for the ease of interaction? I can roll with a revolver, really.))

John just kinda lies there, breathing in and out rather loudly. Then he sits and looks down at his stumps, then at his gun. There is a mix of emotions on his face, mostly positive ones - amazement with what just happened, joy of escaping painful death, ambition even, when his sight follows patterns engraved on a gun. He looks at his legs with less enthusiasm, but given how his sight is reaching into the pile of raw material in the building, he is probably sketching himself some simple prosthetics already. He wiggles his stumps a little, ensuring himself he still has knees. He smiles at that.

He opens his mouth and tries to say something, but starts coughing instead. When he stops and tries to talk again, he sounds different, hoarse, as if he'd smoke a pack a day since his school years. Probably should've kept his mouth shut during that fiery display he just had.

- I still got a few miles ahead of me before I'm changing my ride, - he taps himself on chest lightly when referring to "his ride".
- Stay sharp, they aren't all gone yet. Even though I doubt they are going to fuck with us... with me anymore

Go Crawl drink some gas. Pass empty gun to Xan. Then see if we have wooden blocks about foot long and metal straps capable of bending with human strength lying around.
If some mofos are still after us, get that rifle and start shooting.

[Egan_BW]

((I can't get the relevant quote because phone, but I checked and its a nine-round magazine. ))

[Toaster]

((Nine round revolver can be a thing.))

[Comrade P.]

((Nine round revolver can be a thing.))

((Nah, this was a pretty regular autoloader. With a detachable magazine holding nine rounds fitted into the handle. A six-shooter would be fine with me though. It is just what they had back at Slenceville.))

[Egan_BW]

((Nine round revolver can be a thing.))

((Specifically a magazine, not revolving cylinder.))

[Xantalos]

...interesting.

Xankarvo walks over to John.

"Grab onto my torso, that'll do in the absence of any prosthetics for now."

Form the Amputee Voltron! Then get back into cover, of course.
Unless there's still some pursuing us in which case stay in cover.

Never mind that, stay in cover and take John's gun. Hold it - BY THE GRIP NOT WITH THE BARREL POINTING ANYWHERE NEAR ME - in my mouth, since I can't currently hold shit with my disabled/missing arms. Don't cut my throat or anything on the sharp edges; maybe instead hold it by the safest non-sharp part I can. Or just have John put it in my pocket. Yeah do that.

[Comrade P.]

- I appreciate your benevolent intentions, man, but when I'll completely lose ability to move around by myself I'm blowing my brains straight out that instance. So far I'm just struggling to move around. I can do struggling. How 'bout this: here's this gun, it obviously has something to do with magic. You can try to "touch" that magic, remind yourself what it feels like, maybe that'll invoke it inside you. Give it a shot.

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[Xantalos]

Xankarvo's gaze goes flat.

"And I'm supposed to hold this gun with my boneless arm, is that it?"

He sighs.

"I'm not going to refuse, but this is going to impair my speech capability."

Action also edited!

[Comrade P.]

"And I'm supposed to hold this gun with my boneless arm, is that it?"
He sighs.
"I'm not going to refuse, but this is going to impair my speech capability."

- I'm sure you'll figure something out if you'll need physical contact with it. You might not have any arms, but your head is still in place, and that's what matters in this business.

((Also, you might not want to hold it with your mouth because of all these sharp edges on the handle. Unless you don't know about them IC. Oh, and I'd also specify what exactly do you want to do with that gun when you're holding it - like, attempt to jumpstart your magic engine from this magic-filled artefact.))

[DoctorMcTaalik]

((Isn't John on the ground, and Xan on the platform?))

[Comrade P.]

((Nope, John was on the platform the whole time, and Xan took cover somewhere on the Warbeast, the building, maybe.))


((So, next up on our waitlist we got:
1. Dave the Little Triceratops - Toaster
2. Rocky the Rock - fillipk
3. Reynard the Stabby Fox - Wolfkit
4. HurrrDurr the Jukebox - Egan_BW
If you ask me, I see one character who'll get shot because of natural conflict, two characters who would have to use their imagination real good to convince people to let them tag along, and a splendid wheelchair substitute for John.))