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trans_92010-07-01 04:26 pm
morphitudinous) wrote in trans_92010-07-01 04:26 pm
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One foot in front of the other... [Open!]
Is Special Weapons a classroom today?
No, but the young man in glasses with a slight limp scribbling furiously on a new whiteboard definitely makes it look like one. The scattered tools suggest an 'absent minded professor' vibe. Someone hasn't bothered to sort everything yet.
On the board are drawings of various Ohm in varying quality with an ever growing list of their strengths and weaknesses. Suggestions for small arms and techniques to deal with each Ohm type most effectively are being listed to the side.
On another wall, blueprints of the small arms scribbled on the whiteboard are slowly accumulating on the row of datapads propped against the wall. Someone had been working overtime while confined to his bed. Blueprints for shielding devices and armor are starting to crop up as well. They can't focus solely on offense.
Slowly, the plans are starting to build. But they need all the input they can get. Hopefully others will soon answer the notice he sent out.
((OOC: Hey, feel free to talk to Billy or whoever else you find here about Ohm plans and reorganizing things! I'd just like to ask that we hold off on discussing Lex's plans/the superweapon until I get a chance to coordinate with Will and the mods about what they want to happen and what's allowed.))
No, but the young man in glasses with a slight limp scribbling furiously on a new whiteboard definitely makes it look like one. The scattered tools suggest an 'absent minded professor' vibe. Someone hasn't bothered to sort everything yet.
On the board are drawings of various Ohm in varying quality with an ever growing list of their strengths and weaknesses. Suggestions for small arms and techniques to deal with each Ohm type most effectively are being listed to the side.
On another wall, blueprints of the small arms scribbled on the whiteboard are slowly accumulating on the row of datapads propped against the wall. Someone had been working overtime while confined to his bed. Blueprints for shielding devices and armor are starting to crop up as well. They can't focus solely on offense.
Slowly, the plans are starting to build. But they need all the input they can get. Hopefully others will soon answer the notice he sent out.
((OOC: Hey, feel free to talk to Billy or whoever else you find here about Ohm plans and reorganizing things! I'd just like to ask that we hold off on discussing Lex's plans/the superweapon until I get a chance to coordinate with Will and the mods about what they want to happen and what's allowed.))
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As it turns out, the embrace and back rub are exactly what he needs to clear his head. He returns the hug fully, releasing the tension and fear he felt.
A few moments later, he pulls back and smiles slightly. "I know you won't, don't worry."
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He holds on for as long or as briefly as the Human wishes. Upon letting go, he parts the touch with a nuzzle, then straightens up. Almost all business now.
"Noh. Rrrr-enne do Te'l-R'asha ah-forre hurr-t Bee. Do Bee thin-k...it worrrk?" 'It' meaning his thought. He's not about to speak any deadly rituals anytime soon.
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"It worked in the battle on the planet, didn't it? If you think it's worth it, then so do I."
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Flooded them with root-deep terror, that is.
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"All right. I'll leave the weapon to you for now. We need time to decide who should wield it."
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Gun-phobia? Quite. To the point of after having had one in his safekeeping, he's kept away from firearms since. Plus, there is that logic. He simply has no clue on how to construct one.
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Reaching along the shelves, Billy finds a gun and promptly checks that it's empty. Ronon had drilled that particular procedure into his head during training. Once he's absolutely positive that it's safe, he hands it over.
"This is a gun."
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He can't stop himself from shuddering anytime he's near one of these and he knows about it. Holding one? That's an experience unto itself. Still, his shaking hand/paws investigate the firearm.
This one's nothing like the Browning (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/57/Browning_HP_(Finnish).jpg) he once knew and before he can stop it, a memory-sensation of that particular weapon flashes in his mind.
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With that, he watches as Renne absorbs the necessary information.
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Breathing slowly and evenly, the hand that he'd Transcended earlier becomes insubstantial once more. Physically touching in the everyday sense can only get you so far. Thus, with a hand Transcended, he literally "enters the gun".
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Billy watches with interest, slightly surprised when the hand enters to explore the inner workings.
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Trilling softly, Renne's hand soon comes back out and Solidifies.
"Rrr-enne hell-p Bee, if Bee wahn-t. Ma-ke Thun-derrr fohrrr pee-puhll hee-rrrre, ahn-d tea-ch haow too."
This isn't like your typical firing a bullet, no. Then again, he's not talking about firing typical bullets.
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The ability to cripple with emotions wasn't something he wanted everyone to have access to.
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He's not taking any chances either, already resolving to put candidates for this weapon under at least one, possibly two, tests. This is his own nature, after all and Billy is one, the one he knows he can trust with this kind of power.