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[cashlin]

Hey, gang! Hope some of you didn't get maimed-slash-dismembered over the last couple weeks. [stated as breezily as ever, way to go lilith.]

Got a PSA for you all. I know alcohol sounds pretty great, especially after the wendigo crap, but don't drink the stuff in the restaurants without checking it first. I got lucky with the first one I tried-- sorta tasted like a fruit cocktail kind of thing-- but one time a bottle got knocked out of my hands and it dissolved through the floor. So, uh. Yeah.

Also, does anybody else have guns around here? Are you restocking your ammo at all or are you just... rationing it out? I've been trying to look around the armory but every weapon there's of the stabby variety. That's great and all, but you can't shoot swords out of a shotgun.

[... no one tell her.]

That's it for now. Lilith, out.

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action, sorry for the delay!!

[cashlin]

[Lilith's exactly where she says she is: cool tats, red hair, and a rather hefty-looking machine gun toted in her arms.]

'Sup. You're the guy from the network? [is what she greets Firo with, waving him toward the entrance to the cave.]

I'm Lilith. Hope you brought something to defend yourself with, too-- I'm here for a demonstration, not a rescue mission.

action, no need to apologize!

[foundafamily]

[She's impossible to miss. The bar for weirdness may be higher here, but she all sticks out to him. His eyes, saucer-wide, fix on the gun as he trots over.]

That's me. Firo Prochainezo.

[Firo being Firo, he takes that statement as an insult, hmphing and standing up straight. He doesn't draw his weapon to show her, but it's there: a knife from Rage's armory tucked in his belt. ]

Of course I did. Just worry about yourself.

[cashlin]

[Lilith grins, very much noticing of his awe-filled gaze. She shifts the sleek machine gun in her arms, preening maybe only a little. Well, okay, a lot, but she’s worked hard to get and to care for her guns, so she can at least enjoy the attention.]

Worry? [She scoffs.] The reason I’ve got this thing is so I don’t have to worry. C’mon, time’s a-wastin’, lemme show you what a Maliwan can do. These babies are my favorite.

[She turns, and takes a step forward into the caves.]

[foundafamily]

[Cool guns are far more important than any lingering petulance he may have, so he's quick to follow alongside her.]

A Maliwan...

[He tests out the unfamiliar word as he scans the mouth of the cave around them. Fascinating as this all is, he has to remember not to let his guard down--he won't embarrass himself, and the Martillos by proxy, here.

...Though maybe he'll just sneak one more curious peek.]

Never seen anything like that back home. It looks like it could be even bigger than a tommy gun.

[At the least, it's very different.]

[cashlin]

[It's ok to peek, Firo. That's why she's here.]

Way bigger. The Hellfire's the top of the line of the top of the line. [Though that makes her think back to the armory, and to all the conversations she's had with people around Hadriel so far-- not many people actually know of the big gun corporations because they don't have them. Or even anything resembling them.] I'm assuming you don't have guns with this kind of tech where you're from?

[Man. Time travel's so weird.]

Stick close. I think I hear something. [Sure enough, there's a faint growl coming emanating from deeper into the caves.]

[foundafamily]

Not even close. We've got guns that'll shoot out tons of bullets in seconds, but not anything quite like what you've got there.

[Judging from that growl, he's going to wager it's not friendly. He draws his knife, primed to attack if need be.]

Nice of somebody to show up for target practice so soon.