Mingling at the Bazaar

[cityship]

Next to the Mall Hotel, a large bazaar sprawled out through the streets. Food stalls, jewelery stalls, plastic surgery stalls...might want to stay away from that last one. But since the bizaar was close by, it served as a good place for the crew to meet up and start their exploration of XaXing.

[[ooc: This is just a general mingling post guys, so jump in and start threads, tag into other people's, whatever you want!]]

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[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

Jr. had a deep, deep love for antique guns from Earth. As long as they were old-style and not like the lasers everybody used in the time and universe he came from, he was interested. So when he spotted the merchant from a distance, the idea of an old-style of gun from another world certainly sounded like a cool thing to have.

He walked over to him with a wave, craning his neck forward to get a better look at the weapons. "That depends. Tell me a little about what'cha got."

[cityship]

The merchant eyed Jr. up and down; though his face wasn't visible, Jr. might see a bit of a twinkle in his eye. "Well, that depends. You a revolver man?"

From his jacket, he produced a firearm with a long, slender barrel -- six shots maximum capacity, obviously not a modern weapon by any means. A .45 caliber single action revolver that look somewhere in between a Schofield Model 3 and a Colt SAA.

"Gun's not just about shootin'," he rasps, loading in three shots and snapping the chamber back into place. "It's about reloadin'. You know what I'm talkin' about, dontcha?"

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"Of course I do!" Jr. exclaimed, looking pretty excited with what the merchant just pulled out from under that coat of his. He knew models like the ones it resembled well, so the idea of something so awesome in his collection -- his collection that he would return home to one day -- grabbed on to him and had no intention of letting go.

"Everyone else from where I'm from is stuck on those new technologies when it comes to these things."

[cityship]

The man laughed gruffly, handing the weapon to Jr. to inspect. "Cryin' shame, that. But I see you have an eye for things."

It's got a solid weight to it -- a lovely gun, silver metal with a polished wood handle, like something right out of the Wild West.

"Kicks like a mule. Now that's a real weapon, stranger."

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

And the Wild West was exactly what Jr. loved pretending to be in when he had the time to do so in the middle of any situation. Jumping all around to dodge counter-fire, firing back not only with accuracy but many the included action pose or stance. Of course, sometimes that wound up having setbacks. Minor ones, from experience. Thankfully it stayed minor.

Jr. took the gun, twisting his wrist and lifting it up to test the aim and weight. His eyes reflected that of a kid in a candy store. Which he could have passed for considering his physical age. But the way he handled and tested the gun short of firing it reeked of experience with firearms (if the twin pistols he had holstered behind him weren't enough indication).

"Sweet," he muttered as he lowered the gun finally. "It's nice! I'll definitely take this one."

Awwww :D

[cityship]

Young or not, there was no mistaking the practiced way that Jr. handled the firearm.

He'd give this kid a good deal.

HE IS THE NERDIEST NERD.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

"What else ya got in there?" he asked, digging in his pockets for the funds. "While I'm at it ... maybe a pair - since that's what I like to use personally. Little less kick, but quick and strong enough to pack a punch?"

pfff what is he gonna do, dual wield magnums

[cityship]

The man chuckles, then retrieves a heavy-looking briefcase and lays it out on the nearby table. "A pair, eh? Well, go on and take a look for yourself, stranger -- just a few of my personal favorites. Plenty in the shelves back there, too, if you like."