<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wCJyKsi.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Rusty Tanner<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Beacon Academy<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open, Vanilja,<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>“Well, I think Atlas probably is hoarding it a little as well. But there are still things that can be a limiting factor. Still, maybe there is some way to use it as well, I don’t know. The machines and weapon i’ve worked on aren’t that complex.” Actually – the one weapon he redesigned was an older model, so for him it was just a bit of sprucing up! But when her eyes narrowed at him, he paused for a moment, smiling when she spoke about people being strong. “Humans are strong. But take a crash from a few hundred feet or something. Most aren’t walking away. Plus, to dismiss faunus as a little weaker seems folly. I’ve known plenty of tough Faunus.” Rusty was no pushover himself, but he didn’t want to really brag that much about himself, that just seemed so... tacky.  He wasn’t the type to boast and brag. “Did I say something wrong, though?” She was cute but it was hard to get a read on her, not that he wasn’t trying! But still.<br/><br/>“Oh? Thanks.” As he took the gunlance from his back, it snapped from being folded in half to its full, regal height. “She’s called The Travailler. I didn’t completely make her myself though. My grandma was a hunter, and the first version of this gunlance was her weapon. I took it to the drawing board and changed a few things. A different blade for better reach and striking power. It only accepted fire dust so I modified it, it now accepts fire dust and acidic dust. It’s a grenade launcher, so I can’t really aim well...” he smiled. “Much like your flail, it doesn’t look that accurate. Am I right? I mean at range. But, explosives are just a lot easier to control a crowd with.” And she spoke about semblance, which he didn’t comment much on. “Done? Hrm...  I don’t now. I’m quite happy with how it’s turned out. I didn’t start making it just because I wanted to be a hunter. I started making it because... Well, I wanted to prove something to myself. And i’m continuing to prove that. Still, if you wanted to take a look at it...” He paused, lips pursed as it folded back in half. “I’ll think on it. I’ll think on it a little harder if you give me your name, how ‘bout that?” Rusty asked with a smile. “For what it’s worth, I’m Rusty.” He was calmer now, and gave a smile. “So it’s nice to meet you.”