[ Amos calmly looks back at Geralt, takes the nod. There's something nice to having someone around who just instinctually gets it. He hasn't really had anyone like that before. Sure, he'd reached an understanding with his people back home relatively quick, but there was still that initial gap period. With Geralt it's just kinda been there from the beginning. Makes things a hell of a lot easier, at least. Cleaner.
Hadn't really thought about the quality of sword he'd get in the real world, so that does give him a moment of pause. Of course, the likelihood of finding something out in the real world as good as what Geralt's got — here, where he can craft things to perfection, create them exactly like he wants — isn't nearly as great. Would have to be taken into consideration. And it's not like it's something easily modified; not like what Amos is used to, at least.
Though he could probably learn how to make his own sword, if he was so inclined. Just that he doesn't have the same affinity — they're more a novelty to him, albeit a useful one — so it doesn't seem likely. ]
I'll do that. You're the expert.
[ A well-meaning acknowledgment. Amos figures he's coming along alright, but he's unlikely to ever reach Geralt's level. Only makes sense, considering where they come from, how much more natural it is for him. He's fine with that.
Grins, and hoists his shotgun up, finger nowhere near the trigger, not even taking the chance of accidentally shooting something — even though it's not loaded, even though nothing here is real. ] Yup. Martians know how to build good shit, I'll give them that. Modded it a little, but nowhere near as much as I'd do for what I had to work with back in Baltimore. Things are cleaner up here than they were down there. Fewer distractions. 's way easier. [ He pauses, thinking. ] Swords're even easier than that, though. I don't mean in wielding one, more in. You know. You kinda know what to expect from someone who's got one. I like that part about them.
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Hadn't really thought about the quality of sword he'd get in the real world, so that does give him a moment of pause. Of course, the likelihood of finding something out in the real world as good as what Geralt's got — here, where he can craft things to perfection, create them exactly like he wants — isn't nearly as great. Would have to be taken into consideration. And it's not like it's something easily modified; not like what Amos is used to, at least.
Though he could probably learn how to make his own sword, if he was so inclined. Just that he doesn't have the same affinity — they're more a novelty to him, albeit a useful one — so it doesn't seem likely. ]
I'll do that. You're the expert.
[ A well-meaning acknowledgment. Amos figures he's coming along alright, but he's unlikely to ever reach Geralt's level. Only makes sense, considering where they come from, how much more natural it is for him. He's fine with that.
Grins, and hoists his shotgun up, finger nowhere near the trigger, not even taking the chance of accidentally shooting something — even though it's not loaded, even though nothing here is real. ] Yup. Martians know how to build good shit, I'll give them that. Modded it a little, but nowhere near as much as I'd do for what I had to work with back in Baltimore. Things are cleaner up here than they were down there. Fewer distractions. 's way easier. [ He pauses, thinking. ] Swords're even easier than that, though. I don't mean in wielding one, more in. You know. You kinda know what to expect from someone who's got one. I like that part about them.