[ cut to yorha preparing a 'these are your logic circuits on drugs' PSA...
wolfwood doesn't seem particularly protective of the gun, and takes no offense to a2 nudging at the base of it. ] Yeah, subtlety ain't really its strong suit. [ not that that stops him from wrapping it up and carrying it around like it's a totally normal accessory to have.
he does seem a little surprised that a2 wants to know how it works, brows raising above the frame of his sunglasses. but he shrugs, ] Watch out for the shells.
[ and wolfwood kicks at the base of the cross to pop it off the ground, rotating a rough 45 degrees where he catches the end of it with his free hand. he grabs at the skull-shaped relief in the center of the cross, and twists it-- with a ka-chunk, the entire length of the cross pops open to reveal a barrel down the middle of it. when wolfwood fires, it functions... much like a machine gun ordinarily would. noisy, bullet casings bouncing around the room, with the sort of recoil that would usually knock someone his size on his ass. he stops the spray of bullets, but keeps the gun awkwardly in his hands, barrel pointed at the wall. ]
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wolfwood doesn't seem particularly protective of the gun, and takes no offense to a2 nudging at the base of it. ] Yeah, subtlety ain't really its strong suit. [ not that that stops him from wrapping it up and carrying it around like it's a totally normal accessory to have.
he does seem a little surprised that a2 wants to know how it works, brows raising above the frame of his sunglasses. but he shrugs, ] Watch out for the shells.
[ and wolfwood kicks at the base of the cross to pop it off the ground, rotating a rough 45 degrees where he catches the end of it with his free hand. he grabs at the skull-shaped relief in the center of the cross, and twists it-- with a ka-chunk, the entire length of the cross pops open to reveal a barrel down the middle of it. when wolfwood fires, it functions... much like a machine gun ordinarily would. noisy, bullet casings bouncing around the room, with the sort of recoil that would usually knock someone his size on his ass. he stops the spray of bullets, but keeps the gun awkwardly in his hands, barrel pointed at the wall. ]
Y'wanna see the beam?