Deputy Pratt (
theweakhavepurpose) wrote in
hadriel2018-11-07 08:51 pm
Video || 01
[Pratt is sitting on the lower bunk of his tiny-house, part of his machine gun visible to the side and a wood plank wall behind him. He's wearing his deputy outfit again, his hair in neat braids thanks to Kettara.]
Before this whole talk of moving I was starting to set up a target range because I'm getting rusty. Figured since we have a lot of people who are experienced with firearms, arrows, knives, whatever, that I'd set it up so anyone can use it.
I've made a few spinner targets and I found a few wooden target dummies near the Colosseum but they're in rough shape so they need some clean up. I was working on a skeet shooter, but my plan to use a motor from a moped didn't work since they're electric and full of pointless plastic crap instead of useful gearbelts.
[He shakes his head, frowning at broadcasting his failure to everyone. He hadn't meant to say that.]
That's not the point.
Since we're apparently being shuffled to the next livestock pasture for us, I'm going to hold off setting it up until we're there.
What else would you guys like? Anyone need something to stand up to a crossbow? Or more intricate for throwing stars? And this shouldn't be a problem here, but I'm preemptively letting you know that there's no flamethrowers allowed at my range.
[He narrows his eyes at the screen before shutting off the feed. He definitely looks like he's adding that caveat because he's encountered that problem before.]
Before this whole talk of moving I was starting to set up a target range because I'm getting rusty. Figured since we have a lot of people who are experienced with firearms, arrows, knives, whatever, that I'd set it up so anyone can use it.
I've made a few spinner targets and I found a few wooden target dummies near the Colosseum but they're in rough shape so they need some clean up. I was working on a skeet shooter, but my plan to use a motor from a moped didn't work since they're electric and full of pointless plastic crap instead of useful gearbelts.
[He shakes his head, frowning at broadcasting his failure to everyone. He hadn't meant to say that.]
That's not the point.
Since we're apparently being shuffled to the next livestock pasture for us, I'm going to hold off setting it up until we're there.
What else would you guys like? Anyone need something to stand up to a crossbow? Or more intricate for throwing stars? And this shouldn't be a problem here, but I'm preemptively letting you know that there's no flamethrowers allowed at my range.
[He narrows his eyes at the screen before shutting off the feed. He definitely looks like he's adding that caveat because he's encountered that problem before.]

no subject
Here I thought the machine gun was overkill and people are walking around with napalm. Don't destroy my range on the first day I get it up okay? I'm not doing all this for nothing.
no subject
[ Ephemera has Seen Some Shit. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm a professional.
no subject
That's what everyone says before they do something astoundingly stupid.
no subject
[ Lies. Blatant, shameless lies. ]
I'm certified with incendiaries. Same way I got flight certified.
no subject
You're not fooling no one.
no subject
no subject
Honestly in Montana I'd have to be purposefully trying to hit powerlines. Though someone did crash a plane into a mountain recently, so I suppose anything is possible.
no subject
What's Montana like?
no subject
[And a cult]
Lots of good fishing. Hunting.
[Of Sinners, by the cult]
But also remote and in the middle of nowhere so if anything happens it sucks to try and get backup. Or supplies.
[Like when battling a cult.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Ask me how bad satellite internet is in Montana. Because it's slow as balls.
no subject
[ Ephemera actually laughs at that. ]
That I believe. Miss the internet.
[ He misses Space Youtube a lot. ]
Name's Ephemera, by the way.
no subject
Though I guess it doesn't matter since we'll be moving soon anyway.
[Ephemera is an.. odd name. But he's not going to comment on it.]
Deputy Pratt. Er, well, just Pratt. I keep doing that as if I'm still on the force in this place.
no subject
[ It might not extend to roofing, but who knows.
Oh, he knows how weird his name is. He definitely knows. ]
No reason not to, I guess. Nobody's enforcing the chain of command but the skills come in handy.
no subject
Nah, don't bother, if we're gonna be moving, it won't matter. I have it mostly patched. My chimney blew off during the storm.
Do they? Haven't yet. At least I don't feel like they have.
no subject
[ Ephemera's tone is soft and fond. ]
No shit. At least you're still in one piece.
[ He hums. ]
You know how to use a gun, right? How to talk to people? That's useful as hell.
no subject
All I've got with me is an M60, and that thing chews through ammo like there's no tomorrow.
no subject
Shit. That all you got?
no subject
But as far as firepower that's it. I'm lucky to even have that considering where I was right before here.
I've got a key to the armory at the station, and one to Jacob's barracks, but that's not really gonna help us here.
no subject
[ It's not an easy weapon, unwieldily as all fuck, but Ephemera's always been a scrapper. He uses every available resource. ]
If it's back in Montana, probably not. I'm lucky I came in with all my gear.
no subject
[He's mostly used it to smash up tvs and to flood a bunker, but he could definitely use it in a fight. Sure it's balanced all wrong and he looks like he has the upper body strength of cooked pasta, but that's never stopped him before. He's a lot stronger than he looks, Jacob made sure of that. ]
Especially if your armor makes fucking napalm. That's amazing. I wonder what determines what we show up with, I definitely wasn't holding the gun back home.
[And he also didn't show up tied to a chair.]
no subject
I make the napalm. The HUD just shows me how. And yeah, I don't know. Armor makes sense for me. I was pretty much sleeping in it back then. But it seems like people show up with stuff they were using, even if it wasn't in the exact moment.
no subject
[He's half expecting if he hit someone wearing armor that the sledgehammer would bounce back and catch him full in the face.]
How do you piss in that thing?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)