Backdated [ 19th ] Video

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[ The video shows Homura at a library terminal. Her ring is visibly on her finger as she runs her hands through her hair, purposefully displaying it in hopes of attracting the attention of fellow Puella Magi. Then she sets her hand down again. ]

My name is Homura A-- [ She stops, remembering Moemura is here. She doesn't want to shock her with that information. ] --- Homura... I would like to speak to anyone who may be experienced with or presently in possession of firearms. I am in need of assistance regarding the subject matter. I am also curious to know if anyone may assist me in obtaining certain chemicals and 'parts' that I need for 'something'. I thank you for your cooperation.

[ She bows her head and shifts her gaze to a small object she has set by the terminal. Her last remaining Grief Seed. ]

I am aware that someone here may have the ability to "purify" soiled objects. If you are such a person and at all willing, I would like to request a face to face conversation with you regarding a matter of concern for myself and a select few others. [ On the note of those others...

Homura tries not to let her expression falter, but it's difficult. She's very worried as she goes on, though successfully masks her concern. ]

Madoka-san, Sayaka-san, Kyoko-san. If you hear this, please respond. And if you would be so kind, allow me to see your soul gem. A lot has happened and we must keep them clean in order to be effective in this environment.

Comments

[chronomancer]

wwould the wworkshop be alright?
i can gather the basics there an savve you the trouble a lookin fer them later

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That would be very much appreciated. Thank you for your time.

[chronomancer]

not a problem, ill see you there then

[When Homura makes her way to the workshop, she'll find a troll looking through screwdrivers and a few cans of oil, as well as a small pile of rags, setting up everything in one of the workbenches near the stairs.]

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[ And she arrives with her Desert Eagle Mark XIX and one Beretta 92. She decided not to take everything, especially those she hasn't fired yet. Homura is nervous about loaning her limited weapon supply to others.

She reaches up to gently tap the side of the wall with her fist to alert him of her arrival. ]

My apologies for the wait.

[chronomancer]

[Eridan looks up at her and offers a subdued smile.]

Not a problem, don't worry.

[He tilts his head to the side.]

Want to do this sitting down or standing?

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Which is more practical?

[ She approaches carefully, mindful of the guns she is holding. ]

[chronomancer]

Either works, really, it's more about personal taste and comfort.

[He shrugs.]

I don't usually bother sitting down if I'm just gonna clean one or two, but I definitely grab a stool if I'm doing my whole inventory. Now, fair warning.

[He smiles a little wryly and nods to the guns in her hands.]

I know my way around firearms in general, but I specialize in rifles and long-range. So if they need something more complicated than cleaning and standard wear-repair, I might not be of much help.

[He stretches a hand at her.]

May I?

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That is fine. Any guidance at all is more than I typically have.

[ She nods and hands one of the guns off carefully. ]

Here you are.

[chronomancer]

Lessee.

[Eridan's grip is a lot less careful and much more familiar, when he takes the Desert Eagle from her. He wasn't lying, when he said he knew his way with firearms in general, but he spent very little time on guns before moving onto his current weapon of choice. He treats them with respect, yes, but no real fear, as these have been his companions since a very early age. He releases the magazine and placing it on the table before taking mock aim with it, feeling the weight of it.]

Pretty solid thing, from the balance alone. Packs a good punch, doesn't it?

[Then he pulled it apart with a few flicks of claws and slides of hand. He made a thoughtful sound here and there, before pulling it back together again, watching everything fit well where it should. He didn't slide the magazine back in place though.]

Looks in working order, though it could use a little cleaning. You want to be careful with this one, though, 'cause your reloading is gas-based and that gets blocked at some point, you're looking at things getting pretty fuckin' ugly. So, lemme show you just how to go about cleaning it, yeah?

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Yes, it is a very effective weapon.

[ Which is saying something. Witches are hard to kill by non-magical means, so any gun that passes that test is something. She gives a nod of understanding, though the information is new to her. Homura has never needed to dive into the specifications of how her weapons work. ]

I understand. I would greatly appreciate that. I have never needed to keep one of these past the initial use. [ With her hammerspace and endless stolen inventory, Homura usually ditches all of her firearms after a fight. ]

[chronomancer]

You have good taste.

[Eridan blinks at the last part, though.]

Really? That's a shame. They get more comfortable the longer you keep them. And with proper maintenance they can last you a lifetime, too.

[He chuckles a little.]

But don't mind me, I get attached to useful tools. Now, here. The first thing you need to learn is how to pull them apart.

[He demonstrates the same process he'd just done, but far more slowly, so she could see where to push and pull. Then he put it back together again and offered it to her.]

Want to try? This is a lot easier to understand when you get hands on about it.