[ OPEN / CLOSED ] i think i found a way to kill the sun

[gynvael]

Who: Geralt + Various
When: December
Where: Cadens, Horizon
What: Some catching up now that he's home
Warnings: Discussion of trauma; nsfw marked



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[gynvael]

[ A pause, before he reaches out to take the weapon. There's a weight to it, but a balance, too, as he feels it out. ]

We have crossbows. [ That's the closest thing he can relate to what Amos is describing. Though who the hell knows if Amos has ever seen a crossbow in his life. Perhaps his world has moved past them, too, as they've moved past the need for a blade. (He does not, exactly, grasp what the speed of sound genuinely means.) ] But they're not worth much up close.

[ It doesn't sound as though Amos has much concern about that, though. He hands the weapon back. There's obviously no way to demonstrate here in this tiny space nor outside in the blackness, but: ]

You'll need to show me some time.

[baltimores]

[ There's a distinctly amused air to Amos at the mention of crossbows. ]

Gun's a bit more versatile than one of those. Deadlier, too. That'd be a hell of a way to kill someone in my day. Attract more attention that it'd be worth. I could take this, [ and he takes the gun back, handles it with care, ensuring there's no chance it could go off even accidentally. Amos has had plenty of respect for his sword since starting to train with Geralt. The respect for a weapon is intensified here, ] shorten the barrel. You lose some of the range, but it's easier to conceal.

[ He's speaking from experience, too — this may be a re-creation of his favoured weapon, which is pretty much impossible to hide, but there was a time keeping things hidden was prudent. ]

Next time I'm at your place, I can show you. Set some bottles up on a ledge or something. Do some target practice. Not a bad way to pass the time.

[gynvael]

[ That is of interest. That it can be concealed. No bow can ever be concealed and still retain any sort of range at all. Not that Geralt is particularly concerned about that, but even he often carries his swords off his back: usually tucked on his horse or slung over his shoulder in a way that makes him appear less armed, just so he can get a room for the night without folk thinking he's arrived to start shit. ]

Do that. I'd like to see. [ Sure. He'll take the offer. He wants to see how it works. Won't hurt to learn something new. Besides, he's ready to find his footing again. Try to leave behind what keeps bothering him. Amos has been a steady routine for the past couple of months; seems like a good place to start returning to form.

He draws his legs back up the platform, standing with one hand on the railing to help. He only came here to look in on the man. Not much seems to have changed, which is all that matters. At least he can leave here with one less thing on his mind. ] Bring your sword, too.

[ You know. Now that he's got one of his own, courtesy of one bard. ]

[baltimores]

[ Amos nods. Checks the chamber, ensures it's empty. He's got an infinite source of ammo here, anyway, but he'll be stocked up for when he next goes over to Hunter's, full-sized shotgun and all.

(If people ever wanted to accuse Amos of starting shit, that's their business. If they want to push him into causing shit, sure, he'll do that too. Not really his problem if anyone wants to make him theirs. Sure as hell helps when you've got the dual threats of being stronger than just about everyone you come across and lacking a conscience to really give a fuck about the damage you might do too, though.)

He looks up when Geralt stands back up, cracks a grin at the mention of the sword he now has, courtesy of a mutual friend. ​]

Sure thing. Got two hands, and all that. [ Though they're both sizeable weapons, considering, but he'll figure it out. Could cheat here, but where's the fun in that? ] I'll see you, same ol' time and place.

[ Right back to normal, like nothing ever happened. ]