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8/11/2015 2:54:50 AM
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Gregori looks at the man beneath those heavy brows for a moment before stepping up to the counter. He digs into his tattered coat and extracts a rather large bullet. It's as thick as his thumb and longer. He sets it down on the counter and lets it sit for a long second before looking up.
"I need a custom revolver. Single action. Something to fit this, and more of them." He pauses almost thoughtfully. "And make it old fashioned."
Another thought seems to occur to the man, and those blue eyes narrow.
"One more thing: can you coat the rounds with something that a psion can't affect?"
[i]With any luck, he'd say yes. I hadn't had a lot of luck lately.[/i]
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The cashier inspects the bullet. "Well, first off, this only can only go in a sniper. Second off, no, we don't have anything anti-Psion."
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Edited by daveyboy_d: 8/11/2015 4:36:37 AM[i]No luck is my luck.[/i] "Look again," he suggests, "That is a three-hundred grain .500 magnum round, specifically designed for a pistol. They're not an easy find any more, so I don't blame you for not recognizing it. My request is still the same, though. Think of it as an oversized Quantum."
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"We don't do custom firearms here, I'm afraid. Only melee weapons. You may be able to squeeze something out of the Firesmith, though."
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Gregori reaches out to pick up the heavy round. He pockets it quietly. [i]It was a big bullet. The kind you used to apply industrial-grade ventilation to somebody particularly offensive.[/i] "Tell me about the Firesmith. Where can I find him?" the cyborg asks curiously, his tone lined with interest.
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"It ain't a person; it's a net-shop. Search for it on your Pad and them make your weapon there. I'm not entirely sure they'll make a weapon for that kind of round, though. But you can try." ((The Firesmith thread is in the Group))
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(( I applied for the Group. Unfortunately, I don't seem to have access from my mobile device. Does an administrator have to accept my application? )) Markov gives a single nod and then steps back out into the night. He lifts his arm and touches a finger to the scratched surface of his Tac-Pad, performing a search for Firesmith.
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((No, you should be able to have instant access... Are you using the app or the website))
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(( Found it. ))
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((Nice.))
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(( The app. I'm not as familiar with it as I'd like to be. ))
