Makita (
runmakitarun) wrote2007-08-06 04:53 am
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As with most things, there is a beginning
Earlier today Makita spoke to the people on her team she could find, and left notes with Bar for those she couldn't. Today is the day. It's time to go back.
While she's spoken to her team about what to expect, at least to some degree, no one's gotten a full briefing yet. She's pushed some tables out of the way to form a sort of open space in one corner of the bar, and as people begin to arrive she's starting to unpack the five military-style duffel bags at her feet, laying the contents out on the tables nearby. Grenades, mines, boxes of ammo, and a few guns are slowly spread out like a deadly little buffet.
While she's spoken to her team about what to expect, at least to some degree, no one's gotten a full briefing yet. She's pushed some tables out of the way to form a sort of open space in one corner of the bar, and as people begin to arrive she's starting to unpack the five military-style duffel bags at her feet, laying the contents out on the tables nearby. Grenades, mines, boxes of ammo, and a few guns are slowly spread out like a deadly little buffet.
Re: Gearing up
"If we don't, we don't."
Sorceresses and guardsmen on one hand, and a collection of stabby types drawn from the end of the universe on the other.
Yeah. Heavy cannons are just going to slow them down.
Re: Gearing up
There's no way she can carry it, and she doubts she could wield it properly even if there was a tripod or other kind of barrel support involved. Nevertheless, she's still desirous of a weapon that can cause that much destruction, and she lets out a wistful sigh.