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John 'Axle' Winters<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i>Anger room<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>​</div><br/>"I see." Axle nodded as he looked at Nalia. "Well... as a soldier I was drilled to see the weapons I use as an extension of myself, so I think I somewhat get what you're saying. Even if I'm not spiritually connected to them. I also am one of those 'get a gun to protect your family' types," he said with a self-aware chuckle. "You're damn right about the pain though. I can vouch for that after putting a bullet through my skull and<i>not</i>kicking the bucket. That was horrible. Suppose I do owe that Galen kid for putting me back together, but then I did agree to stick with him until we found somewhere safe, and I did. Think he must have heard the shot from my pistol, then realized I was still alive. I don't fucking like strangers putting their hands on me though. But he's a good enough guy from what I've seen."<br/><br/>When she reached over and asked about the orb, he gave a small smile. "Well... it's technically a prototype they gave me. Though from how much field action it's seen, and how it hasn't failed me, it's a fully functional one. They called it a 'Force Cannon'. You can pick it up in a moment, but keep in mind it's a lot heavier than it looks. This is what's it like in its compact form. Hold on though, food's here."<br/>He took the orb off the table for a moment so the waitress could put their plates down in front of them and wish them an enjoyable meal, to which he made a grunt of approval before handing the orb over to her himself - dropping like a brick in her hand for a moment. He pointed then. Along the shallow grooves running across the surface of the smooth, dull grey metal sphere, there were a few small symbols - he focused her attention on one in particular that resembled the capital letter for 'Omega' in Greek. "That's the button you press if you want to make it<i>de</i>compact - the nanotech it's made of will then unfold and take the full combat-ready shape and functionality. I advise not to decompact it over the table, it's pretty large and heavy."<br/><br/>He casually took his burger and had a bite. Quite tasty. "Or if you want, I can give a little demonstration after we finish our meal," he suggested then.<br/><br/>(Approximate look of the rifle when decompacted: )<br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi51.photozi.com%2Fimages%2FWJldd.jpg&amp;hash=8b0bd13415c51902d3efb0cc26606601" title="WJldd.jpg">
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Galen Forrester<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i>Bar<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4601" data-username="@PhoenixFaery" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4601/">@PhoenixFaery</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="5431" data-username="@FreddieMercury9546" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5431/">@FreddieMercury9546</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="5743" data-username="@Briker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5743/">@Briker</a> <a class="username" data-user-id="3476" data-username="@tristyn grace tucker" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3476/">@tristyn grace tucker</a>​</div><br/>Galen looked up when Sephiroth suddenly brought back the lady he'd whispered about, and cleared his throat. Now that he'd gotten over the initial surprise of her topless appearance, he found himself drawn to her face. He'd never quite seen anything like her albino form, and it should have been frightening. But instead, he found her uniquely, stunningly beautiful. Even as Freddie had a little jolly drunken outburst at the table, he was too mesmerized to pay much attention. He realized he couldn't just stare, so he opened his mouth to let some kind of introduction tumble out.<br/><br/>"Oh hi, hey... I mean, hello, miss. My name is Galen. It's nice to see you. I mean meet you, of course."<br/>He let out a soft, awkward laugh as he offered his hand for a handshake. "If you don't mind me saying, you are... enthralling. By which I mean you're beautiful... Not that you're enthralling because your looks are<i>unconventional</i>. I like your looks. You look great. Sorry, I'm rambling. Anyway, so, you've already met Sir Sephiroth, and this is his partner Sir Freddie Mercury. I understand he's a famous singer in his dimension," he said as he gestured towards him.<br/><br/>"Oh, and I'm a healer myself by trade," the young man added then, realizing he hadn't given much information about himself yet. He also remembered glimpsing something that looked like health potions in the possession of the other person at the bar, so he looked over at John briefly. "Are you a healer as well? Perhaps of the alchemist variety?" he inquired with a smile.<br/>"I don't suppose<i>you</i>are a healer?" he said with a laugh as he turned back to Dawn'ell.