08-06-2013, 06:02 PM
Maybe he was starting to get through to her. Maybe she had realized she should stop being so damnably confrontational all the time. Or maybe she had a thing for strong backs. Whatever the case, he seemed to have finally dulled that quick tongue of hers, because the stab at his beer of choice didn't have much heat to it. Whatever the case, he let the comment go without retort; he had work to do and she had been doing nothing but throwing shit his way since her arrival.
His posture tensed when she approached; no sudden knee-jerk stiffening, more like a large predatory cat readying to pounce, well shaped muscles across his back visibly tightening. And he relaxed just as visibly when she dove into the first aid kit. He just shrugged and lifted that arm to give her plenty of room to work, and glanced down at boots she was so keen in showing off; a good brand. Serviceable, functional. And more importantly, laced up good and proper rather then dangling open like some common gutter-trash punk.
He stayed still till she was done, then nodded his thanks after giving his arm a few tentative slow rotations and twisted a bit at the hips to make sure the tape and bandaging wouldn't bunch up or come loose too easily; less out of a doubt that she did it right, more so just because it was a good idea to do. One could never be entirely certain until it was all done. Sometimes tape just didn't work right. Satisfied it would last the night barring any issues, he started unlocking the cabinets. Rune and Aria would have a free run of the armoury; that's what it was there for after all.
"Sub-sonic ammo on this shelf. Coupled with one of these, drops the decibal range of weapons fire by 10 to 12 points. Won't carry as far, and will muffle in the tunnels. Less likely for someone hearing it to realize it's weapons fire."
He tugged an old MP5SD3 from one of the racks; they were a tried and tested submachine gun, very popular in movies about special forces back near the turn of the millenia, and were still in use even in the '40s, with a few minor modern conveniences of course. He set one aside for himself; the two Atharim had brought their own weapons, but ammo was plentiful in the armoury. That was one thing he hadn't had much trouble getting his hands on since arriving in the city. Firearms were more challenging.
He'd be spending most of the time until their departure in the armoury, organizing his kit for this little endeavour and giving Rune and Aria time to share notes on the upcoming errand. Among what he was readying was a tactical pack into which he loaded cuffs and zip ties and various other odds and ends to deal with the new friend they were soon to make. He hadn't had enough time to try and acquire a dart gun, unfortunately; such things were always a hassle to hunt down, especially on short notice, and he hadn't had any reason to add one to the arsenel yet.
Edited by Hood, Aug 6 2013, 06:02 PM.
His posture tensed when she approached; no sudden knee-jerk stiffening, more like a large predatory cat readying to pounce, well shaped muscles across his back visibly tightening. And he relaxed just as visibly when she dove into the first aid kit. He just shrugged and lifted that arm to give her plenty of room to work, and glanced down at boots she was so keen in showing off; a good brand. Serviceable, functional. And more importantly, laced up good and proper rather then dangling open like some common gutter-trash punk.
He stayed still till she was done, then nodded his thanks after giving his arm a few tentative slow rotations and twisted a bit at the hips to make sure the tape and bandaging wouldn't bunch up or come loose too easily; less out of a doubt that she did it right, more so just because it was a good idea to do. One could never be entirely certain until it was all done. Sometimes tape just didn't work right. Satisfied it would last the night barring any issues, he started unlocking the cabinets. Rune and Aria would have a free run of the armoury; that's what it was there for after all.
"Sub-sonic ammo on this shelf. Coupled with one of these, drops the decibal range of weapons fire by 10 to 12 points. Won't carry as far, and will muffle in the tunnels. Less likely for someone hearing it to realize it's weapons fire."
He tugged an old MP5SD3 from one of the racks; they were a tried and tested submachine gun, very popular in movies about special forces back near the turn of the millenia, and were still in use even in the '40s, with a few minor modern conveniences of course. He set one aside for himself; the two Atharim had brought their own weapons, but ammo was plentiful in the armoury. That was one thing he hadn't had much trouble getting his hands on since arriving in the city. Firearms were more challenging.
He'd be spending most of the time until their departure in the armoury, organizing his kit for this little endeavour and giving Rune and Aria time to share notes on the upcoming errand. Among what he was readying was a tactical pack into which he loaded cuffs and zip ties and various other odds and ends to deal with the new friend they were soon to make. He hadn't had enough time to try and acquire a dart gun, unfortunately; such things were always a hassle to hunt down, especially on short notice, and he hadn't had any reason to add one to the arsenel yet.
Edited by Hood, Aug 6 2013, 06:02 PM.