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[maxicaxi]

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Dueling pistol 1-1
revolver 1

[Armok]

revolver.

[Silleh Boy]

((Argh, TvTropes. There went two hours of my life.))

You find yourself sorely tempted to barter for the dueling pistol, knowing that it's new, that with it you could likely take down anything that threatened you with a single shot. There was the inherent problem though. Taking down a single enemy was all well and good if there was only one, but when threatened by multiple things, you needed multiple shots. Even if the revolver looked like it didn't possess quite the same stopping power as the dueling pistol, you knew that you could empty the cylinder quickly and reload in time to finish off any survivors.

At least you hoped that would be the case. As you asked to take a look at the gun, you examined it quickly, making a point of pointing out each and every flaw that you could see, from the iron sight being poor, to the fact that the cylinder was fixed, thus making it slow to reload it in an emergency.

As you continued on, the stall owner attempted to point out that this was a fine weapon, capable of stopping a person in its tracks, prompting you to scowl, shaking your head as you pointed out that it was a second hand weapon being sold for the price of a new weapon, and that as such the reliability of it was in question. As he opened his mouth to counter this, you continued, adding that this weapon wasn't for use against people, it was for self defence against the horrors that lurked in the night.

The man fell silent for a moment, grumbling as he did so.

He could see you putting it down, your expression saying you were ready to walk if price wasn't talked soon, that given how you'd held up several other potential customers, would be a bad thing for business.

You'd played your cards well, making it look like he had overpriced and subpar merchandise, and he tell you to leave as it would just strengthen that image you'd woven. The subject of price came up, that was one you both debated over heavily, with him insisting that it was worth more than you could afford to pay and you insisting that it was worth half of that at most.

Before long though, you had him shaking your hand, having agreed to a price within your range, that included the gun, holster, and a belt with twenty rounds of ammunition.

A thousand years of experience was on your side with fleecing this fool.

With this done, it was just a matter of deciding if you wanted to spend the last few coins you held, before you went off to work.

Spoiler: "Possessions" (click to show/hide)

Single Action, Fixed Cylinder Revolver. (Six Capacity, Slow Loading)
Holster, Ammo Belt, Revolver Ammo x20

[dragnar]

Save the money, there is nothing else we really need at the moment. We should try to learn smithing at some point, so we can upgrade any weaponry we find.

[Strife26]

Head to work, after making sure that we can wear the weapon securely, we don't want our shiny new revolver picked, no?

[Ochita]

Indeed secure our revolver out of sight and when at work, try to get a few rumors

[maxicaxi]

Indeed secure our revolver out of sight and when at work, try to get a few rumors

[Glacies]

Can we try to improve our dwelling a bit?

[Silleh Boy]

Holding a gun like this evokes a feeling of security, of familiarity. You can't recall where you learned to shoot, but you know that you can shoot, that you're damn good at it. A gun like this you could fire rapidly from the hip and hit most targets more accurately than many marksmen could. It's built sturdy, able to take a little punishment without risk of damage rendering it inoperable.

It was just what you needed, a weapon capable of taking down airborne threats, such as the 'vultures' that had most people spooked so badly. You could see why people feared them, as something that size that could so effortlessly swoop in, attacking at night like that could be responsible for any number of people's dissapearences.

As you walked away from the marketplace you fastened the belt for the gun about your waist, untucking your grubby vest so that it dangled over it, providing some concealment for your weapon, meaning that anybody trying to reach for it would have to move your top out of the way first, no doubt alerting you before they could remove the strap on the holster used to keep the gun doubly secure.

You gave the gun a spin, twirling it on your finger as you slipped a handful of bullets from your belt, loading each one in turn into the empty cylinder. Your weapon loaded and the safety on it engaged, you slipped it into the holster, fastening it in as you did so.

You couldn't help but smile, you had a gun.

Your gun.

You hadn't realised how naked you felt without a weapon at your side, how vulnerable you had felt. There was something about a weapon like this that helped you feel atop the world, even on a day like this. Even the horrors of the night skies wouldn't bother you now.

Of course, ammo wouldn't be cheap to keep supplied with, so you'd have to see if there was any form of standing bounty on these things, or if there were merchants that traded in parts of them. You'd also have to see if there was somebody you could learn more about firearms from, on the off chance you could learn enough to do more than just maintain yours.

Red was understanding over what had delayed you arriving at work as early as he had expected you to, merely nodding as you recounted your encounter with a vulture in the back alleys, though you kept the rest of the nights details to yourself. Especially those of the dreams you had. You didn't want the man to think you were a lunatic after all.

Without any further excuse you got stuck into work, scrubbing the floors and cleaning the tables, hauling barrels and assisting with kicking out troublemakers. Dinner time rolled about and your presence was requested in the kitchen, Red's wife once more grateful to have somebody able to assist with preparing the food. It felt like a good routine, honest enough work that would ensure your first shakey steps in finding your feet in this city were at least ones done with all the basic things you needed seen to.

Once dinner time had passed Red brought you a beer and left you to plate up some of the leftovers for yourself. As you settled down to eat the food that you had plated up, you noticed a strange man sat on a table across from you, a man in a bowler hat, with a waistcoat emblazoned with a cog. A man who's clothing was too clean to be from around here, who's appearance was too well groomed.

He stuck out like a sore thumb, but it wasn't any of your business unless he was causing trouble, was it?

[Ochita]

Lay a hand on a chair at his table "Mind if I join you?"

[Kashyyk]

Watch him surreptitiosly while going about your business. See what he does, read his reactions to various events, and so on. He might be after us for all we know.

[Acanthus117]

Watch him surreptitiosly while going about your business. See what he does, read his reactions to various events, and so on. He might be after us for all we know.

Also, discuss local gossip with Red, searching for information, like if there are any gangsters/crackheads/mobsters/corrupt soldiers that are bothering the people in the area.

[dragnar]

He's a technocrat(wow, firefox recognizes that), or something similar at least. He might be able to teach us some useful stuff.

Lay a hand on a chair at his table "Mind if I join you?"

[rickvoid]

> Develop secret identity. Name? Shalashaska.
> Practice dual finger pointing.

[Strife26]

It's none of our business. Let him make the first move, if he so wishes.