The mysteries of the universe are something that you find yourself becoming increasingly aware of the true nature of. Things that had once appeared to be almost miraculous now bared their secrets to you, things that had been impossible for you to grasp the concept of once now seemed so blindingly obvious.
You knew that this growing ability to grasp these things was something that you could use to your advantage, that with a little tuition and some hands on experience you could quickly learn how to do more than just clean a weapon. You could no doubt go beyond just repairing them. Given time to sit down and truely think about it, you were certain that you could improve upon existing designs, maybe even come up with ones entirely of your own.
First things first though, you needed to buy ammunition. While ammunition wasn't the most expensive of things, you needed to make your money stretch far enough to cover a knife of sorts too, for those times in what you found yourself reloading or out of bullets.
With your new attire you were turning heads, people who had looked down on you prior due to your injuries and grubby clothing now looked upon you with expressions that betrayed how they were either intimidated by the figure that you now bore, or suprised to see someone who was dressed better by leagues than the crowds of lower class workers around them.
You almost felt like you needed some form of cane to walk with.
As you left the streets near the rivers edge and made your way towards the markets you considered what positon would be best for the knife to rest in. Behind the holster seemed a fairly fitting idea, as you could use your free hand to swipe with it as you pulled it free, that with a larger blade would have a decided advantage when it came to other matters, such as first getting the first strike in when using a gun was impractical and would cost you the element of suprise.
As you reached the market, you took note of the lull in activity, noting that many people were currently seeing to their dinner. It didn't matter though, it made it easier for you to get through the remainder of the crowd, heading towards the weapon stall of the person you had purchased the gun from before. Their expression betrayed that they recognised you, that they hadn't expected you to turn up again so clearly well off where you'd been just another grubby commoner before.
You haggled briefly over the ammunition you needed, slipping each new bullet into your gun's belt casually as you inquired next about the blades the man carried, about the ones that bordered on the boundries of legality due to their size. You wanted a large blade, you wanted a sharp blade. The man had just what you wanted, and at a price you were happy with.
You strode away from the markets and back towards the river as you adjusted your gun's belt, detatching the revolvers holster from it as you moved it several inches up before fastening it along with your new machete to your belt, a belt that now had several bullets visible past your jacket as something of a warning to those that thought that you would be an easy mark for them to tackle.
As you made your way to cross the river, to head into the more affluent section of the city beyond it you encountered a police patrol. A quick chat with them had you lying through your teeth as they inquired how a man as clearly roughed up as yourself, could have weapons and clothes such as your ones.
You played the part of someone new in town well, talking about how you'd ended up on the wrong side of the river without your weapons, weapons that they confirmed to be within permitted ranged for a civilian, before you'd been mugged. You went on to say how it was fortunate that you had only lost a little money, before inquiring on how you'd go about offering a reward for the capture of those who had been responsible.
A brief chat later, as your inquiries wandered onto the things that went bump in the night and how 'everything was under control' and you were on your way again, striding with purpose through the streets as you made your way every onward, following gaudy signs that took you to the halls of the Clockworkers and the Technomancers. Two buildings that stood side by side, one of them flying a banner emblazoned with a cog, the other flying one that curiously, depicted a diamond with a pair of wings behind it.
You were about to approach one of them when you noticed a familiar figure being ejected from the Clockworker's building. A vast figure made of burnished bronze escorted a man who you had hoped never to see again, a balding and portly figure being marched down the steps that lead away from the guild hall, a man who was red in the face, screaming in anger at them.
You could just about make out that the source of his frustration, was that they had revoked his membership.
Was now truely the right time to pursue a chance to deal with this man, in broad daylight, in a public area, were you planning to stride past him brazenly into the guild's hall, or was it prudent to wait for him to leave before you approached the guild?Earth: 4 - (Resiliance)
Fire: 5 - (Marksman)
Air: 6 - (Tactics)
Water: 4 - (Reading People)
Powers:
0 - Ageless.
You have all of eternity to complete your tasks, forever in your prime.
2 (fm) - Unkillable.
Death cannot claim you. Injury, poison, disease and the like still have their effects however, along with their associated downtime.
Points Pool: 0
Single Action, Fixed Cylinder Revolver. (Six Capacity, Slow Loading)
Holster, Ammo Belt, Revolver Ammo x48
Machete
Plain Jacket (Brown)
Waistcoat (Tan, Brass Buttons)
Plain Shirt (White)
Heavy Duty Trousers (Deep Grey-Brown)
Leather Boots (Deep Tan)
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