We can practice with firearms in the simulation room.
๏ผ learning new weapons does not trouble him — he knows he can do it as quickly as he has picked up dancing. it is easy, to let his body fall into established patterns and rules of motion, to cease thinking about it as anything but a tool, to be strictly utilized for a singular purpose.
but he does release her, after they've made another pass of the training hall, step away and offer a short bow. ๏ผ
That should be sufficient practice for the time being.
๏ผ he knows about the teapot, but this is the first she's mentioned of a gun. given the enchantment on the former, it isn't a stretch to imagine what the latter might be capable of. ๏ผ
Mostly, ones I've placed various forms of combat magic on- explosive, incendiary, bullets that can harm the Dead and other creatures not bothered by mundane weapons. I've also tried immobilizing spells, but given that they're bullets, they're still lethal. They just keep whatever they hit from moving after they hit it, along with putting a hole in it.
[Which is a decided downside, compared to how Sabriel can use her own magic, but it's still better than being completely without magic.]
๏ผ he considers that a moment, crossing his arms over his chest, one hand brought up so that he can rest the knuckles of his index finger briefly against his mouth. then: ๏ผ
Could you use a softer material? Something that will survive the initial propulsion, but that would only bruise a target? It may be possible to manage such a thing with the replicator. Rubber bullets, perhaps, or something that fragments into a web.
Perhaps? I'm afraid I have little experience with guns and ammunition, particularly more advanced varieties. But something that bruises rather than penetrates- that would be useful.
๏ผ he is not broadly experienced either, but he is a weapons expert — having been surrounded by the extensively stocked uchiha armoury since he was a boy. it is not only kunai and shuriken that he has knowledge of. ๏ผ
I will look into it, if you wish. I may be able to arrange something before we depart.
๏ผ that's said so dryly it's hard to tell whether or not it's meant to pass as amusement, and the very faint lift to his eyebrows does not sway the matter one way or another. ๏ผ
I'll see what I can determine, and contact you later if needs be.
๏ผ he gives her a very polite nod, and then, as is rather customary for him at this point, ollies out. ๏ผ
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๏ผ learning new weapons does not trouble him — he knows he can do it as quickly as he has picked up dancing. it is easy, to let his body fall into established patterns and rules of motion, to cease thinking about it as anything but a tool, to be strictly utilized for a singular purpose.
but he does release her, after they've made another pass of the training hall, step away and offer a short bow. ๏ผ
That should be sufficient practice for the time being.
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[Sabriel steps back as well, offering a curtsy out of long practice.]
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๏ผ he knows about the teapot, but this is the first she's mentioned of a gun. given the enchantment on the former, it isn't a stretch to imagine what the latter might be capable of. ๏ผ
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[Which is a decided downside, compared to how Sabriel can use her own magic, but it's still better than being completely without magic.]
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Could you use a softer material? Something that will survive the initial propulsion, but that would only bruise a target? It may be possible to manage such a thing with the replicator. Rubber bullets, perhaps, or something that fragments into a web.
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I will look into it, if you wish. I may be able to arrange something before we depart.
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๏ผ that's said so dryly it's hard to tell whether or not it's meant to pass as amusement, and the very faint lift to his eyebrows does not sway the matter one way or another. ๏ผ
I'll see what I can determine, and contact you later if needs be.
๏ผ he gives her a very polite nod, and then, as is rather customary for him at this point, ollies out. ๏ผ