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Bern:
Neptune
"Thanks... most people think my eyes are freakish...." She looked away in embarrassment, despite her own words on it she couldn't help it. Genuine compliments like that was rare for her. People either mocked her for her looks, looked down on her for being so young or a girl when they'd expected something else. There was even a rumor floating about that she was just the secretary of the real blacksmith... The fact that her workshop looked like a cluttered mess with designs spread out everywhere, regardless if she were moving or not certainly didn't help that image.
"Oh right the price... Yeah that's for hiring me, I won't be taking any other commissions while I'm working for you, so I hope you have more than one order, or else I'll get pretty damn bored." Neptune nodded and fetched the rifle in question.
"I don't have any materials on me so the stuff I can do is limited buuut...." As her hands danced over the pipe the weapon begun glowing and shifting in subtle ways. Her eyes were completely locked onto it and their color matched the color of the glow surrounding it. "Hmm hmm, Making it shift between pump action and semi auto by thought yeah yeah... Homing bullets why not... Transmogrifying every bullet within to be either, incendiary, explosive, normal or stun... yup... Here all done." She handed it back to him.
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
The drink he was sipping almost came spitting right out, and cheeks inflated as if he were a massive chipmunk. No way oh my gosh, that fast? This isn't a blacksmith, it's a compact arms factory! With a big heavy gulp, he swallowed the coffee and took the rifle in his hand, inspecting the make and changes of it more intimately and up close.
This, I like.
Feeling it up, Marc couldn't hide his wolfish grin. He was like a kid in a candy store, or right in front of Santa Claus! How couldn't he grin!
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
--------------------Time almost seemed.... to slow down.--------------------
WHOOOOSH!!
The gun spun in his left hand, and the other pounced down like a guitarist slamming his strings. He pointed a finger to the sky while posing like a rockstar - and the lights went out there and then. Only one shot down on him like a spotlight.
And suddenly, music started playing.
"Ha! Hyah! Kah!" Sparks gleamed in the dark, as the gun flicked and spun around his body like a nunchuck, opening and closing to reveal the bullet shells flying out. A bullet flicked as he pulled it out, held between his teeth. Moving and posing to the rhythm, he showed off his gun's two-handed and one-handed forms thoroughly before tossing the gun in the air. As if surrounded by shiny confetti, he let the gun rotate and fall behind his back, only to catch it at the last second.
As the bullets he tossed in the air were all swept into the chamber, he threw his arm to the side and tossed a dozen of roses in the air.
"Un! Deux! Trois! Et voila! Bang!"
The light show of bullets sparked out of the chamber. One handed. Two handed. Noscope. The bright yellow sparks came out of his guitar and showered the flowers with love, homing and zipping into intricate patterns. All that was left was a bunch of rose-heads, each falling on one of the crates lying around while the bullets hit the floor with a dull thud.
It was almost like the sound of coins dropping one after the other...
Marc aimed the gun at the open exit one last time, right at the wall of an opposite building. The final shot fired straight out of his one unrecoiled hand. Posing, he had only one thing to say.
"Jackpot."
The burning bullet smashed against the adjacent wall and burst. Not enough to smash the wall... but enough to break a heart pattern into it. And as he blew the smoke off the barrel like a cowboy, the lights came back on to normal.
I always wanted to do that.
Meanwhile.
"GODDAMN IT JAMES! YOU ALMOST BLACKED OUT THE WHOLE DISTRICT!!" A construction worker smacked a scrawny looking guy. "O-ow! Sorry...!" The scrawny guy jolted, as he hopped back from all the exposed wiring.
"Seriously James... all you had to do was set up the guy's WIFI, not burn the whole place to toast. You're lucky I'm the one grilling you!" He smacked him on the head again for good measure.
"Guuh...I'm sorry..."
But the apology only got him smacked again. This time, on the back. Not that it did the poor kid any better, since even a friendly tap from his coworker sent his face straight into the concrete floor.
"Hm. Don't worry, it looks like we avoided the worst of it. The power should fix itself in a few seconds... hey James, you listenin'? GODDAMN IT JAMES! DON'T JUST DOZE OFF ON THE JOB!!"
Bern:
Neptune
Thump.
The blacksmith had slumped onto the couch fully, lazily lounging like some empress looking over her riches, or at least her inventions. She was watching him with barely restrained apprehension, the tension might make her snap sooner or later.
"So ya like it or not? I could try harder if you don't...."
Please like it, I'd die if I handed over something dissatisfying...
Kotomine_Rin:
Marc
He blinked at her sheepishly for a second. Wait, so something this awesome isn't even her 100%? Woah! The rifle twirled before resting on his shoulder, and he walked up to her with a relaxed wink. Now then, what part of that little show he put up didn't look like he wasn't loving every second of it?
"C'est magnifique." He kneeled in front of the 'empress' and kissed her hand like some prince charming.
Bern:
Neptune
"Ah stop it, the princess treatment is really lame, and you don't even fit a knight, way way too much bad boy aura." She pulled her hand back and shook it, still she didn't seem to miffed by it.
"I'm super duper happy you liked it, But that's only natural, I have the best quality and you won't find anything as good anywhere else, and now you got full access to me. Now you gotten a first taste of what that means, or maybe you ant a more in depth evaluation, I have more toys you could play with..."
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