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[ She's supposed to be in class.




Oops.

Oh well!

Instead, Kiden can be found the quad, enjoying the sun--yes, she actually does enjoy nice days!--and people watching. It's obvious by the constant twitching of her fingers that she's either bored or itching to be somewhere else.

She actually doesn't have a cigarette; instead, she has a large notepad open in her lap, but only half her attention is on it. In it are her WTR101 notes; it's the only class she won't skip and probably the only one she really cares about. Outlined inside are the properties of a variety of weapons, as well as sketches; they're not very good, having been made quickly, but they're clean...and noticeable.

Come bother her, she'll be grateful insult you, probably. Or find her later, if you're the instructors whose class she's skipping.... ]

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[redcinemareel]

It's quite behind, though. It only teaches the basics. [Grell was unamused at the class when she took it. It served well only for her chain whip.]

You know, I'm just itching to do some shopping for more destructive items. [Green eyes roam over her drawings. Not bad.] A woman can never be too prepared~. Care to accompany me?

[Yes, she is asking if you want to go weapon shopping.]

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[ IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION ]

Totally.

[redcinemareel]

Wonderful! Lets go.

[Debated on just taking Kiden with her teleporting skills. Walking is for humans, and special time with Marco.]

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[ Kiden is chill with teleportation! She lets Grell take her arm. ]

Is this place in town?

[redcinemareel]

[She can see for herself as she flicks them out of sight and into town, ignoring frightened stares. She is probably the only other person besides Marco that she does this with.]

I come to that place often. [Points across the street at the weapon shop. They know her well there. They don't like her coming there, also. She looked both ways before crossing in the middle, tugging Kiden along.]

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[ As they reappear in town, Kiden's brows have fleed into her hairline. She grins. ]

Neat trick, Juliet.

[ Also if anyone gives Grell trouble, she will punch them. ]

[redcinemareel]

It's part of the job. [Grins and reaches the other side, tugging open the door. A strong gust followed her, whipping about her hair. Oh YES, Mr. Shopkeeper. Your favorite Red Typhoon has returned.]

I'm baaaaaack~. [Steps past the stiffened shopkeeper, smoothing down her hair. Glances over her shoulder to Kiden.]

Do you have any preferences, dear?

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[ It's hard not to grin at the terrorized expression on the poor shopkeeper's face. He reminds her of Nino, her father's friend, with his thick mustache, albeit an angrier version, with the xenophobic glances he's throwing their way.

She turns back to Grell. ]

Show me the guns.

[ It's what's most familiar, not to mention what makes most sense, to her. Grell's chain whip is pretty badass, though. ]

[redcinemareel]

What's so appealing about guns? [Strides through the store, her heels thumping on the floor. Her walk is confident, as if she owned the place. She probably could if she slipped back here after hours and slit that guy's throat.

The section is impressive, but Grell doesn't find it interesting at all.]

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They're...what I know, I guess.

What's so great about chainsaws?

[redcinemareel]

But they don't leave as much leeway with CREATIVITY as my precious does~.

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How can you be creative with a chainsaw? Isn't it kind of...big?

1/3?

[redcinemareel]

Dearest Kiden, my precious allows my artistic skills to shine THROUGH! No life is wasted when their blood is spilled. [Her arms slowly open wide in a dramatic gesture.] The cold ground is my CANVAS, as well as the sky, however difficult it may be to paint it red.

[redcinemareel]

[Her head snaps over to her in disgust.]

A weapon meant to shoot off all at ONCE cuts off such creativity. Such a crude pattern it makes!

done

[redcinemareel]

[ADJUSTS GLASSES]

Alas, it may be difficult to understand without experience.

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I'm real happy for you, Juliet. You seem to find this stuff pretty inspirational.

[redcinemareel]

I do~! [Grins] Now, what shall you look at today?

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Handguns, I guess...? I don't really know what I'm looking at.

[ They've looked at projectile weapons and firearms in WTR 101, but that's a general class. Seeing all of them lined up, polished charcoal-black, makes them look indentical. ]

[redcinemareel]

They all look so similar. [Hums softly, looking over to Kiden.] Something you can hide on your person may be best?

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Something small, huh?

[ Kiden picks up a Desert Eagle. This is the one in all those movies, right?




HOLY FUCK ]

Jesus, this thing weighs like a ton!

[ Lmao Kiden this is GUNS not teddy bears you can't just PICK ANY ONE. Putting that back!!! She turns to Grell for help. ]

I have no idea what I'm doing.

[redcinemareel]

So WHY are you touching things? [Takes the gun with ease. Gosh, it's not that heavy! Grell just...tosses it aside. The shop keeper says nothing. They know better.]

Try this one. [The gun isn't very small, but most of the guns here wouldn't get much smaller unless they traveled to a different town.

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Ooooh, a pistol.

[ Kiden nabs it, testing the feel of it in her hands. ] Kinda cowboyish, don't you think?

[redcinemareel]

At least there is some sort of familiarity? You can always get it custom designed.

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[ Kiden looks over at Grell, startled. ]

Wait a sec--I thought we were here for you. I'm not even done with weapons training, I'm not gonna just buy a pistol for shits and giggles!

[redcinemareel]

Hmm? Why not? [Because clearly, Grell saw no reason not to buy a weapon, no matter how crude it is.] You should actually get a weapon so you can practice with it in and out of class.

I already know what I want. [She saunters over to an area not so far away and picks up a small dagger. She walks back, twirling it between her fingers with a grin.] This precious gem caught my eye when we walked in earlier~.