Salim’s Temple Security’s Gun Fair and Expo!
Date: 2025-07-04 13:12
(Salim’s Temple Security’s Gun Fair and Expo!)
[Fri Jul 4 2025]
Musket Park/span>/spannoon, about 77F(25C) degrees, and there are a few thin white clouds in the sky. The mist is heaviest At King and Woodcrest/span>/spanJin spreads a tight-lipped smile at Sophie and waves with his personal selection, the ‘Bao Brawler’. “Got the spicier one,” he casually shows off, fixing himself with a Coke. Though the lawn chairs are looked over, he makes no move to sit down.
With a check over towards his watch and then a nod from a volunteer managing a nearby soundboard over towards Salim, Salim offers a thumbs up in response and takes up the microphone more firmly into his possession and begins to speak into it with no small amount of enthusiasm. “Good afternoon, New Haven! Welcome to Temple Security’s Gun Exposition and Fair, taking place on the 4th of July here in Elysia.” There’s a smile, offset rather keenly by the scarred proportions of his face, but it is given nonetheless with no small amount of energy. “Refreshments today have been provided by BUNS&GUNs in Bayview, and we’d like to extend a thank you to the New Haven government and the people of Elysia for allowing us to host this today in Musket Park.”
Genevieve wanders in from the far side of the park, her heels sinking into the grass a little irritatingly as she glances around at the others, “I don’t think we’ve met.” She mentions to Jin, “I’m Vie.” She introduces before tilting her head up a little to watch Salim on the stage.
Jenny steps inside, now wearing some earplugs.
“We’ll be hosting a shooting contest after a few words today, and I’ll be taking any entrants who have interest in trying their luck. The winner will receive an all-expense paid weapon modification from yours truly,” Salim beams, pacing himself along the stage and staring out with his sole eye towards those assembled. “Where are my manners though? My name is Lee Carver and I’m the Director of Temple Security’s New Haven Operations branch here in the city. If you don’t know about Temple Security, well…” There’s a chuckle, another upturn of his lips, “you’re going to quickly learn. We are one of New Haven’s premier weapons manufacturing corporation with side services in bodyguard and armed security work. If you’ve a need for security, you can’t go wrong with Temple Security.”
“Yeahhh! Speech!” Jin hollers boisterously at Salim from the back of the crowd. He grins after a bite of his pork bun, someone catching his attention sideways. One straight brow lifts and his chin follows easily. “Yeah, I’d remember if we did. Jin,” he extends, turning back to the stage with avid interest. “Oh shit, that’s not bad,” he murmurs to himself at the announcements.
“Yeahhh! Speech!” Jin hollers boisterously at Salim from the back of the crowd. He grins after a bite of his pork bun, Genevieve catching his attention sideways. One straight brow lifts and his chin follows easily. “Yeah, I’d remember if we did. Jin,” he extends, turning back to the stage with avid interest. “Oh shit, that’s not bad,” he murmurs to himself at the announcements.
Genevieve flashes Jin a brilliant grin before stepping over to carefully pick up one of the boa buns, nibbling on it a little as she watches the stage.
Stepping back over towards the nearby podium on stage, Salim stands behind it with the microphone firmly in his hand. Seemingly out of his element, Salim nonetheless grits through it and continues speaking despite no small amount of mild reservation in his tone. “Temple Security and Sevenfold Tactical, my local store, are happy to provide you with a July 4th celebration, as well as the chance to learn self-defense tactics for you and yours, because if there’s one true motto that we have at Temple Security: there’s no price too high in the defense of you and your family.” A smaller amount of feedback punctuates this last line, prompting a wince from the one-eyed man and the audio technician both, but Salim presses on with a final word. “We ask that all firearms have their safeties on and magazines out on the fairgrounds in compliance with local ordnances. You may, however, use them freely by the range to my right.” With an outstretched arm, Salim flares his hand over towards the three lanes set up with a paper target respectively.
Jenny simply gives a nod at the speech. Sniffing the air momentarily and beelining to the food on offer grabbing one of the pork buns and eating it like she hasn’t eaten anything today yet.
Malin is whistling to herself, wandering along and paying more attention to her phone screen than she is over which direction she is heading.
Genevieve glances over and notices as Malin arrives and grins at her. “You missed some of the speech.” She mentions, “But Temple security is going to protect your family.” She explains.
“Lastly, if you have any interest in entering into the pistol shooting contest, please do feel free to join me and let me know once I step off the stage. Again, the winner of the contest will win a free weapon augmentation of their choice.” Salim says as he secures the microphone in his hands over towards a stand for it on the nearby podium, bringing his lips close to it but not close enough to warrant another bit of feedback. “The weapon we’ll be using for the contest will be provided by yours truly, and we’d like to thank all of you for joining us today here at Musket Park. Happy 4th of July, everyone. Please do enjoy the festivities.” As he concludes his admittedly brief speech, Salim takes a few steps away from the podium and off of it with no small amount of trepidation, only finally managing a long, airy sigh of exasperation once he steps off from the stage and begins to make his way towards the nearby shooting range.
Malin looks up from her texting upon hearing Genevieve. Blue eyes glance between the woman and Salim. She looks quite touched, on an emotional level, out of nowhere, and those filler enhanced lips part. “If only I had a family. Thank you, kind citizen.” With that, she blows a dramatic kiss at the speech giver, once he’s finished.
Brow down, Jin scans the stalls ready to test the local trigger fingers. The man procrastinates with a bao in one hand and a Coke in the other. Occasionally, his narrow eyes skim the faces in the crowd but most of his attention stays on Salim. “Shit, talk about bad timing,” he tsks, casting a dull look at his shoulder.
“You missed the whole speech.” Genevieve laments to Mab when she arrives, “Temple security is looking after our families though.” She explains and then heads over towards Salim. “I’ll do the shooting thing.” She says, “Although would it be at all possible that if I win I get a giant teddy bear instead of a weapon modification?”
The blown kiss from Malin appears lost on Salim, the one-eyed man looking absolutely fatigued from the prospect of public speaking alone. Nonetheless, Salim’s jaw clenches as he resolves himself a bit further for the next part. “I swear, the brass are never foisting this on me again,” Salim mutters through gritted teeth, but he seems to nonetheless pivot on his heel within the grass and make his way towards those in the crowd. “Thank you all for joining us today,” Salim says to a few onlookers, craning a cursory glance as well over towards Genevieve, Sophie, Jenny Malin, and Malin. The question about a ‘teddy bear’ instead prompts a sudden uptick of Salim’s brow, but also a bit of chuckling laughter once the comment registers. “Sure, I can talk to the brass about getting you a Temple Security ‘teddy bear’.”
Sophie waits till Salim has a moment, “Can a really bad pistol shot still try for the win?”
Fashionably late, Mab arrives looking just slightly uncomfortable, probably because her heels keep sinking into the grassy soil she’s forced to cross en route to the gun show. “Well that’s unfortunate,” she tells Genevieve, moving to join her and flashing a smile in particular for Malin. “But I assume I’m not too late to check out the … guns?” She bounces her platinum brows, making perfectly clear she’s probably not here to examine firearms.
Mab then turns her gaze to inspect the guns on Jin and Salim.
Malin has a glazed look over her eyes for a moment, after the faux-emotionally-touched expression has faded, but when Genevieve is speaking to Mab, her attention is brought back to reality. “Hello, my Lady Mab,” she greets, smiling at the Montrose broadly and heading over towards her. Flexing her right, wimpy arm, she asks, “My guns aren’t enough for you?”
Affording Sophie with a nod and a reassuring, genuine smile. “Of course. The gun here fires low-velocity rounds and is primarily made for today’s contest,” Salim says, maintaining his smile. “We’re also here to provide shooting training during as well. The goal is to ensure that the people of this town can protect themselves, or look to us if they can’t.”
Jenny gives a wave to the incoming group but mainly seems focused on the bun she is eating and then over to Salim “I wanna do that shooting competition thing…”
Sophie gives Salim a warm smile, “Then I’m in.” She looks at Jenny, “Fuck yeaaaa.”
Genevieve grins brightly at Salim, “Thanks. Chicks love it when you give them big teddy bears you won from shooting good you know.” She points out, stepping back and a little to the side to squint at Malin as she shows off her guns while carefully working on her bao bun.
“If you have any interest in the shooting contest for a chance to win a free augmented weapon of your choice from yours truly, do join us over by the range and I’ll explain the rules shortly!” Salim calls out, waving his arms in a bid to attract attention.
Jakem takes a look around as he walks in, off and on mingling amidst the crowd without paying much mind to the stage.
Malin assesses Genevieve’s attire a moment and then remarks, “You don’t need a gun. You could just kill in that outfit.” She leans in towards Mab to say, “She’s even got like ballistics built in or something with those buttons, so she could kill in multiple ways.”
Jin wipes the oil onto a pantleg and leans a step towards Salim, offering a sturdy-looking forearm to shake. “Carver, yeah?” he upnods, as if the man hadn’t just announced it onstage. He tries to get a better look at the field patch on him, not seeming to recognize it. “Hey, if they don’t want the modifications, I’m happy to take that for ’em,” he chuckles.
“Sir Malin, your beauty is without compare,” Mab tells Malin, reaching out to try and reassure her with hands placed gently upon her shoulders, “but sometimes, surrounded by so many iconic women at all times, I find myself wanting to scope my sights upon larger stocks of ammunition.” Studying Salim when he starts explaining something about ‘low-velocity rounds’, her eyes start to glaze over just a bit, but they come back into focus when she finds herself studying his large muscular arms. “See that man? Terrible face, looks like a battle-field, impeccable guns. He’s the opposite of you.”
As he’s approached by Jin, Salim extends his own hand in professional courtesy to shake Jin’s. “Lee Carver, yeah,” Salim says, a firm, calloused grip taking hold before giving Jin’s hand two respectful shakes for good measure. “And you are?”
Looking somewhat less than impressed at the dirt and grass as she makes her way toward the stage, Marlow inspects her sneakers upon arrival, and satisfied they haven’t been besmirched by the audacity of the grass to exist, she lifts a hand in greeting toward those gathered, looking at the shooting range with some curiosity, but heading for the chairs instead, for now.
Malin raises her right hand to wave at Marlow as she settles in next to Mab, and she accepts the reassuring touch from the other woman. “Let him have his cannons and weapons of mass destruction. You, my liege, already know I am armed… with charm. I have mastered the art of leaving hearts in ruins, too, without even trying. Accidentally and all that. It’s an innate talent.” Her gaze follows where Mab points and she releases an exhale of understanding through, “Ah.”
“Alright, alright! If you are going to be entering today’s contest, I will accept some late comers. Any are welcome to participate, and you never know, you might be a crack shot without realizing it!” Salim calls out towards those assembled on the fairgrounds, his voice hoarse yet firm.
Sophie beams a bright smile at Jakem, “Hey! Excited for tonight?”
Jin returns Salim’s handshake with a subtle wince as his arm is budged, but he nods once and firmly. “Jin Beckett. Medically discharged from duty, but hopefully not for long,” he informs, stepping closer to edge of the shooting range out of the line of fire.
“Luckily I already had a gun themed outfit.” Genevieve mentions to Malin from where she stands a little off to the side at the impromptu shooting range.
“Are either of you going to compete?” Mab wonders of Malin and Mercedes. She doesn’t seem to be including Marlow in that question, although she gives her a sympathetic look when she sees her inspecting her shoes. “I know, I know,” she says to the Coretech CFO, “I had the same struggle, and I came in heels.”
Jakem nods to Sophie as he starts digging through his duffel bag “Oh yeah, excited and terrified really. I have no frickin’ clue what’s gonna happen.” He says as he looks around.
Sophie watches Jakem curiously, “Anything I can do to help?”
“I would be really, really tempted shoot that speech giving guy in the face if handed a firearm,” Malin admits quite honestly to Mab. “And then, if I did that, who would protect my family?” Mascara laden lashes flutter.
Malin goes, “Oh, yeah. That was what his speech was about. He’s protecting our families.”
“Pleasure to meet another individual who has served in his own way in the line of duty,” Salim mentions towards Jin while maintaining that cordial smile, withdrawing his hand and placing his arm back down to his side. “Looking forward to seeing what you can do on the range… Speaking of which.” Holding out a polymer pistol tinged orange, Salim begins to call out above the busy din of the fairgrounds once more, particularly to those assembled by the tri-laned shooting range. “Alright! The rules! You get nine bullets each, you shoot at a target, I assess your accuracy and grouping and give you a final score out of thirty. The highest score wins the contest. In the event of a tie, we’ll have a sudden de–” He pauses, as if looking for a better choice of words. “We’ll have each contest step up once again to the range for a tie breaker.”
Mercedes seems to saunter onto the scene, still audaciously barefoot. She wiggles her fingers at Mab, Malin and Marlow, “Howdy gals,” she smiles warmly, “I’ve been practicing with a pistol actually,” she peers over to the shooting range, “I didn’t know there’d be a competition.”
Jakem scratches his jaw as he looks to Sophie “Well we’re gonna have a minotaur and a manticore and some sort of medusa monster roaming around, all coralled by some sorta magical spirit. So if they get outa control, can I count on you to like tie ’em up without damaging them?”
Holding the orange-tinged polymer pistol by the slide and away from himself, Salim makes his way over towards Genevieve. “Alright, our first contestant. Can I get your name for the crowd, please?”
Sophie snickers quietly, “Probably not but I’ll do my best to help.” She gives Jakem a little smile.
Spotting Genevieve by the shooting range, Marlow lifts a hand in greeting toward the shorter woman. “Very thematic,” Marlow says, looking over her outfit choice. “Be careful where you point those things,” she warns as Genevieve is called up.
After asking that question, Mab starts squinting over at the depicted targets, from the snarling vampire with dripping fangs to the hulking werewolf … and finally, with a sidelong glance over at Marlow, she looks back at the horned demon, too. “Shooting that siren was pretty fun, if I’m honest,” she admits to the Pierce aside, “even if I didn’t think she deserved to die. It has me tempted to try and learn how to do that properly.”
She dares to ask Malin quite publicly, “Have you broken any new hearts, or is this just the ones from before?”
Jakem smirks to Sophie “I was just joking, please don’t wrestle a manticore on my behalf…” he coughs “Unless I got a camera ready.”
Genevieve accepts the pistol and turns it over to look at both sides before letting it hang down and half turning back towards the crowd. “Sure, I’m Geneveive Rothwell, of Rothwell & Associates. If you get accidentally shot at a fourth of July celebration you may be entitled to compensation. Rothwell and Associates.”
Jenny gives a nod to Salim taking one of the pistols and looking it over “Looks sleek..”
Sophie looks down, “At least not unless I’m wearing my ass kicking boots.” She says to Jakem.
Jin swings his arms crossed over his chest, checking out the locals and tourists who have lined up to participate. His smiles are reserved and brief whenever he meets any eyes. Stood mostly out of the way, he has himself a mild wince at Genevieve’s introduction.
Malin tries to thin her pillowed lips, but with the filler in them, they just remain pretty plump. Her nose scrunches and even crinkles some as she squints at Mab. “I think I’m inadvertently breaking a couple at the moment…” she murmurs in response. “People keep admitting feelings for me…” The look in her eyes suggests utter bewilderment over that fact. “What is wrong with people?” As Genevieve makes her introduction, she calls out, “And she can sue your pants off and no other lawyers in town will go up against her because they are scared of her!”
“Anything but, I’ve modified this guy to be mostly harmless against anything that isn’t paper. Still sting if you got shot by it so don’t go waving it around,” Salim mentions off-handedly over towards Jenny before his sole eye sets itself back upon Genevieve. “Well, you look like you’re no stranger to a firearm. I imagine you won’t need assistance aiming this at the target? Just as a quick reminder: don’t aim at any other other patrons, not even as a joke, ready it up and fire a three bullet shot at the target of your choice. You get nine bullets in the magazine, you fire nine total shots. Afterwards, I collect your score. There are ear plugs and safety glasses by the stand.” To emphasize the last point, Salim cocks a thumb over towards the makeshift stand that has a number of pink and yellow foam earplugs, as well as a pair of slightly worn safety glasses.
Salim says “You’ll want to USE that bad boy three times to get your score.“
“Do you think the Temple Director would agree to work as my personal bodyguard if I paid him enough?” Mab inquires of Marlow, but she doesn’t use her inside voice to do so; maybe she just doesn’t have one. She keeps casting enthusiastic, objectifying looks over at Salim’s biceps. “They don’t make much money, do they? I could probably buy him out.”
Jakem nods to Sophie, belatedly adding “Ass kicking boots, and maybe a bik… Oh right, manticore. Maybe some body armor.”
Genevieve looks around for a sec and spots a bin to throw her food into. Then she steps up to the range, pulling her beats headphones over her ears and stepping out of her heels, picking them up and placing them on the shelf next to her as she tilts her head slightly and looks down the site and then fires off three rounds at the werewolf target.
As interested as he is to watch Genevieve’s technique, Jin seems to decide he’s better off not adding more injuries to his collection. “Break a leg,” he tells the line-up on his way to coolly put more distance between himself and possible accidents.
Genevieve uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 59The three rounds fired by the polymer pistol cluster tight inside the bullseye, nearly flawless.
Genevieve uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: All three shots tear through the exact same spot at the distant paper target, a perfect one-hole group dead center.
Sophie looks down at her outfit.
Jenny says over to Jakem “I’d totally be up to fight stuff if you were looking for that.” she says as she watches Genevieve’s shooting giving a low whistle “Damn..”
Genevieve pauses after each three round burst to see where she shot and then aims and fires again, after all nine bullets have been sent she turns and picks up her heels, heading back over to hand Salim the gun and pulling her headphones off.
Sophie winces, “I think..I’m gonna just be happy if I hit the target.”
Mab/span lets out a low, impressed whistle at the sight of Genevieve’s shooting, and grins at the sight of the werewolf target getting all torn up.
Malin applauds after Genevieve’s impressive show.
Salim’s attention is jostled enough to hear the words ‘Temple Director’, ‘Bodyguard’, and ‘Buy him out’, which is enough to wrestle Salim’s attentions briefly away from Genevieve’s shooting and over towards Mab. Yet, the gunfire is quick to snap him back with a one-eyed gaze studying the shots that Genevieve has taken. With a whistle of approval, Salim takes the pistol with no lack of an approving look upon his features. “Setting the bar high already? Genevieve scores a solid 29 points out of 30. Let’s give her a round of applause and get our next contestant.”
“That’s my lawyer, so think twice!” Marlow calls out with pleased enthusiasm at Genevieve’s impressive showing, joining in on the applause.
Jakem nods to Jenny “Oh hey, if you’re interested, we might have some matches between people afterwards if there’s time.”
“Going to go chill on the seats for a bit.” Genevieve mentions as she slips back towards the lawn chairs.
Moving over towards Jakem next, Salim holds out the polymer pistol over towards Jakem “You’re next. Let’s get your name for the crowd and put in some ear plugs and those glasses, and you can fire away.”
Jin whips around as the bullets blast away. “Holy shit,” he says, very much surprised at the result. He forgoes refilling his pork bao to loudly clap.
Jenny gives a nod over to Jakem “As long as no one is using neutralizers. I could totally do a proper fight before the full moon hits next week.” she grimaces abit “Probably gonna not be around much then.”
Mercedes’s eyes flutter in a bit of shock, “Well… That’s an intimidating act to follow,” she says and applauds over her head.
Jakem blinks at Malin “Oh, right right, the contest. I was just trying to get a better view, but sure… There’s no entry fee I hope?” He says, grabbing the weapon.
Turning to the crowd…
“No entry fee,” Salim affirms, taking a few steps away for safety once the firearm is in Jakem possession. “Just do your best. If you need any assistance aiming it or any tips, just ask. It’s what I, and Temple Security, are here for.”
Jakem turns to the crowd after grabbing the weapon, bellowing in an announcer’s baritone “Welcome all to Jakem’s turn at the target. Prepare to be astounded, amazed, and even aggrieved as Jakem; Pureveyor of Wonder steps up to the plate!”
Mab claps politely for Jakem after his speech.
Jakem grabs the weapon, still mugging for the crowd as he takes three quick shots, barely paying the target any mind as his attention seems mostly on the crowd.
Jakem uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 01All three shots seem to splay and land towards the outer rings of the target, spread too far apart to score well.
Jakem bellows out “As you can see, I’ve made a perfect triangle; A symbol of the three points of the soul.” He takes a bow, and lays the pistol down.
Watching without a shred of judgment as Jakem fires off his first three shots, Salim/i>/spanApplauding politely after Jakem explains his strategy, Marlow eyes the aforementioned triangle with some amusement.
Mercedes beams a smile over at Jakem and gives him a cheerleader-like clap of her hands.
Genevieve applauds for Jakem and his triangle.
Jakem uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 26Two of the fired shot land close together near center, although the third round drifts slightly wide.
Jakem frowns at his shots “Oh, my triangle’s all crooked this time… Wait, let me try again.” he says as he aims again, letting loose another set of shots.
Jakem uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 03Only one of the fired shots seems to clip the target edge, the other two missing the paper target altogether and hitting the platform propping it up.
“Great uh, triangle, man! Make another one!” Jin/i>/spanJakem bellows “And as you can see, representing the soul’s growth through experience, I’ve made a bigger triangle. Thank you for coming everyone!” he calls out, his ‘triangle’ this time too LARGE for the target to contain.
A loud wolf whistle pierces through the air before Malin calls out loudly in an outside voice at Jin, “Hey, you! Are you a Templar?!”
There’s a wince crossing Salim’s features as Jakem seems to hit the wooden platform propping the target up rather than the target itself and once Jakem finishes empty the magazine, Salim checks to ensure there’s been no instances of ricochet or damage. Once he has concluded that there was no collateral damage, Salim brings his two hands together in an earnest air of applause. “Well done, Jakem. Eleven points! You’re in a second place for right now. Genevieve still commanding at the forefront with twenty nine. Who is our next contestant?”
Jenny watches the groupings with a slight wince, though she nonetheless claps for Jakem as he finishes
Mercedes presses her hands together as if in prayer as she peers over at Jakem’s performance with a little giggle.
Jin had been pretty oblivious as to whether or not he’d be a topic of discussion here at all. Malin’s shrill whistling and intrusive voice are a violent drag of his focus away from Jakem’s fate at the range. “Wha- you might want to talk to that guy?” he jerks a thumb in Salim’s direction. “But if they’ve got openings, I might join up.”
Jenny waves over to Salim “Me!”
Malin shouts to Jin, “Thank you for the information!”
“See?” Mab remarks with an expression of bliss when Aghilas starts making his way across the grass, “Now that’s the gun show I was after.” Even though he’s brought a sword.
“Yeah, sure!” Jin yells back at Malin, matching the decibels. Rubbing the back of his neck, he checks for the status of the next shooter.
“Alright!” Salim enthuses, waving his arm in a beckoning motion over towards Jenny “Let’s get your name for the crowd, line up, and take your nine shots. Three volleys of three bullets each.” After doing his re-iteration of the rules, Salim safely places the polymer gun into Jenny possession.
Jenny takes the polymer pistol in hand, looking it over before she adjusts her earplugs saying simply to Salim and the crowd “I’m Jenny Fields!” and turns to the vampire target, aiming the polymer pistol towards it and pulling the trigger
Jenny uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: All three shots tear through the exact same spot at the distant paper target, a perfect one-hole group dead center.
Jenny uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 59The three rounds fired by the polymer pistol cluster tight inside the bullseye, nearly flawless.
In all fairness, a firearm competition and 4th of July celebration is a noisy place to be. Jin/span>/spanWhistling once again in approval of Jenny’s shots, Salim squints his sole good eye to give the target a cursory lookover. “Outstanding gun work, Jenny. Twenty nine points, and tied with Genevieve! Let’s give up for Jenny, everyone!” At this, Salim brings his own hands into a hearty applauses.
Sophie is seriously rethinking why she’s in this lineup.
Sophie is seriously rethinking why she’s in this lineup as she backs up slowly. -fix
Jenny gives a wide grin at her target placement, making a show of blowing on the barrel of the polymer pistol like some old western before handing it back to Salim.
Jakem lets out a low whistle at Jenny’ performance “yeah, you can come fight at the stage anytime, kiddo.”
With the polymer pistol now safely back into his possession, Salim ejects the empty magazine and refits it with a new one. Flipping the safety on, Salim moves next towards Sophie and hands the firearm with the barrel pointing away from the two of you. “Alright, you’re up next. Say your name for the crowd and give it your best.”
Sophie has the gun handed to her and sighs. Straightening her shoulders she waves, “I’m Sophie, I like snacks and I apologize in advance for this.” Donning the ear protection she fixes her stance and lines up her sight.
Sophie uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 59The three rounds fired by the polymer pistol cluster tight inside the bullseye, nearly flawless.
Sophie uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 20The three shots each land clean in the center ring of the paper target, each grouped close.
Sophie uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: All three shots tear through the exact same spot at the distant paper target, a perfect one-hole group dead center.
Seemingly amazed by half of the ‘crack shots’ that have stepped out to the stand, Salim/b>/spanSalim lightly claps a calloused hand upon Sophie’s back. “Let’s give it up for Sophie everyone. Anyone else want to give today’s contest a shot before we have our tiebreaker?”
Jenny lets out a whistle applauding at Sophie “Damn! Good shots.”
Genevieve pulls out her phone and starts typing ‘ass hack’ into google search, glancing up at Malin “Oh that sucks, gravity is such a pain in the ass.” She commiserates.
Genevieve applauds for Sophie.
Mercedes beams and gives a big overhead clap for Sophie, “Gorgeous!”
“It does suck. It’s always bringing me down,” Malin quips, nodding to Genevieve. “It wants a really down to earth relationship, too.”
“Oh, uh cool,” Jin hesitates at Aghilas. “Thought you were part of the gunfest.” Back to Sophie and the others at the range, he raises his voice from beside the snack table, “Nice one! Let’s go!” He claps enough to jostle something within himself that makes him go rigid and grunt.
Jakem hmms as he regards the target, speaking to someone “It’s not bad, but the triangle’s kinda small on that one. I do like the point in the center symbolizing…” he takes a moment to come up with the approopriate bullshit “They eye of the soul.”
Jakem hmms as he regards the target, speaking to Sophie “It’s not bad, but the triangle’s kinda small on that one. I do like the point in the center symbolizing…” he takes a moment to come up with the approopriate bullshit “They eye of the soul.”
“Alright, alright. If we’ve got no other contestants, let’s bring Genevieve back up to the stage for our tiebreaker round!” Salim yells, his own enthusiasm overtaking him as he calls Genevieve back to the range. “Give it up for Genevieve everyone.”
Malin applauds as Salim calls out about the next round.
Briefly diverting her attention from a quiet and rather serious-seeming discussion off to the side of the expo, Mab turns and politely applauds for Genevieve, then refocuses on Marlow.
Jenny gives some polite applause for Genevieve as she is brought back to the range
Genevieve blinks and then hops up and hurries her way back over to the shooting range.
“Alright, Rothwell,” Marlow calls out, clapping for Genevieve as the contest ends with no surprise upsets, though while her tone is supportive, her expression is one of barely-constrained malice, which she turns on Mab as their conversation continues.
Genevieve says “One set of three or another nine?“
Salim says “Give it another nine.“
Sophie turns a little pink from all the compliments and dips a little curtsy before handing back the gun and heading away. She gives Jakem a grin, “I liked your triangle.” With a light rub of her neck, she watches the others.
Genevieve nods and takes the gun, stepping back up to the range and setting her shoes on the side ones more as she aims, exhales and fires.
Genevieve uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 20The three shots each land clean in the center ring of the paper target, each grouped close.
“A solid showing. Twenty-four points!” Salim/span enthuses, taking back the polymer pistol from Genevieve and exchanging yet another new magazine back into it. “Give it up for Genevieve Rothwell again everyone. Jenny, let’s get you back on stage for another set of shots.”
Jenny takes the pistol from a Salim, giving a grin after giving some polite applause for someone and aiming the polymer pistol back down range.
Jenny takes the pistol from a Salim, giving a grin after giving some polite applause for Genevieve and aiming the polymer pistol back down range.
Jenny uses a modified polymer pistol with a bright orange slide: 59The three rounds fired by the polymer pistol cluster tight inside the bullseye, nearly flawless.
Sophie blinks and yelps, “Fuuck me..” A laugh follows as she cheers for Jenny.
Genevieve steps back to give Jenny space and then applauds for her. “Congrats.”
Sophie applauds for the group, “I’ll take third happily.” She takes a bite of her bao happily.
Kai wanders up to the lanes and peers passed the shooters nosily to see how they’re doing, hmming as he looks around. He spots some free food and makes for that, grabbing a couple buns to munch on.
Jenny seems amazed by even her grouping as she hands the pistol back to Salim
Watching with no small amount of satisfaction as Jenny resumes taking another set of shots downrange once more, Salim/span is quick to offer up no small amount of applause as he concludes calculating the results. “Twenty seven points. We have a winner!” Salim exclaims, “Congratulations to Jenny, who has won a weapon augmentation of her choice over at Sevenfold Tactical, to be done by yours truly!” He continues his applause for a bit as the pistol finds itself back into his possession, the man flicking the safety back on with his thumb and then ejecting the last empty magazine and setting it aside onto the counter once his applause concludes. “Thank you for participating in today’s contest. At this portion of the fair, we’ll be taking any questions on firearms, training, self-defense, and so forth! You can inquire with me at one of the stands. Otherwise, we do encourage you to take some refreshments with you, and look forward to your patronage!”
Mercedes wiggles her fingers as she smiles over to Kai, “Hello Mister Ashford!” she calls out, as if to make his presence more known.
Kai pumps a fist into the air, “Woo Jenny!” he cheers for her and pops the bun into his mouth for another bite, he looks around and swallows, “I got here too late,” he shrugs and takes another bite, champing along cheerfully as he wanders away from the lanes.
Genevieve gives Salim a wave. “Thanks for putting this all together, was fun.” She says as she slips off, still carrying her shoes.
Kai wanders over to the chairs and gives a wave to Malin, Mercedes and Jin, “Hello, what’s happening?” he asks as he munches on his pork bun.
Vesper slinks into the park and over to the range, watching the proceedings with some interest from the sidelines.
“Hey, Kai,” Malin greets Kai with a warm tone. “Just chilling.”
Jenny gives a nod to Salim “Yeah, this was more fun than I thought it’d be.” she agrees with the departing woman getting back to munching on a pork bun.
Jakem pulls out his own amplifier from his duffel bag and moves to the stage “Let’s give a round of applause for our town’s very own Guy with Guns, Salim!” He turns to the man “Everyone loves a good competition, Mr. Salim, and you threw one hell of a bash. Sun, guns, and pork buns, what a combo!”
“Tie-breaker round just ended, not sure who won but one of ’em left just now,” Jin tells Kai, glancing over his shoulder in the direction the waifish woman left but he stops halfway there.
Mab turns to applaud Salim when the cue’s given.
“I thought his name was Lee!” Jin yells back at Jakem as the typical random voice in the crowd. Nonetheless, he claps anyway. Carefully.
“Of course, of course,” Salim smiles, albeit awkwardly given the scarring on the side of his mouth. Though, the smile turns into abject shock and near horror at the prospect of Salim getting his own round of applause. Taking it in stride, Salim dips his head cordially and attempts to laugh it off, albeit with no small amount of awkwardness amidst that rumbling set of chuckles. “Well, Temple Security is here to keep the city safe. Whether it’s firearms or personal security services, we’re here to help. Naturally, I won’t say no to patronage at the Sevenfold for those looking for the armaments to keep them all safe — but yes, I generally prefer Lee.”
With an informal two-fingered wave towards Jakem, Salim is quick to add: “No harm done though. I appreciate it.”
Kai turns to wander out of the park, texting away as he finishes off his pork bun.
Jakem nods to Malin “That’s what I said. S’all Lee.” he says after a cough to clear his throat.
Malin asks, “Isn’t Lee a girl’s name?”
Jenny gives a round of applause for Salim at Jakem’s queue asking over to Jakem “What time you doin’ those fights?”
Taking a page from Malin’s book, Jin cups his hands over his mouth to yolo another shout at Salim from the lawn chairs, “Is the Temple hiring?!”
Malin is helpful like that. She nods in approval over how Jin addresses Salim.
Jakem calls over to Salim, gesturing to Malin “She’s got a point. I had an aunt Lee you know.”
At Jenny’s words he turns to her, using his own homebought amplifier to bellow in an announcer’s baritone “Den of Wonders gladiatorial gala starts at 8pm.”
Malin proclaims, “It’s like, putting ‘lee’ onto any word makes it sound prettier, even if it isn’t actually pretty. Take the word ‘ugly’ for example. Way prettier than ‘ugg.’ It’s why my Lady Mab has me as her Knightley, because Knight doesn’t sound pretty, plus it makes me feel somehow connected to Keira.”
“Technically, it was historically a boys name.” Sophie comments into the conversation, “Lee Harvey Oswald, Lee Marvin, Lee Majors, Lee Kuan Yew..”
The inquiry on whether ‘Lee’ is a girl’s name seems to give Salim pause, as the man considers Malin for a no small amount of time. “You’d have to take that up with my old man, but he seems to have thought it was masculine enough.” His shoulders roll in a shrug, and he seems none too bothered by the question. “Do feel free to take some buns and drinks with you, folks. Be a shame to just toss them out!” Salim digresses, yelling above the din of the festival.
It isn’t long before Salim faces another question, this time by Jin. “Temple Security is indeed hiring. Our New Haven Operations branch is always in need of good people looking to provide security services for the town. While we generally hire those of a more ‘natural’ persuasion, we do offer positions for those of a different ‘disposition’. Naturally, the brass would want me to say that we offer a comprehensive health plan, dental, unlimited vacation time, and a comprehensive life insurance plan.”
Jakem continues the side debate with his own mic as he bellows to Malin “Keira the singer? You know her? Can you get me tickets?”
“These buns are off limits!” Malin calls out, getting up and turning as she bends over to show off her short-shorts clad assets. It’s quite a small ass. “Keira Knightley!” she yells to Jakem. “You should know this, boyfriend-through-chocolate-giving!”
Storming out of the park, it is a testament perhaps to her bad mood that Marlow doesn’t even mind her step through the dreaded dirt and grass.
Jakem bellows back to Malin “Oh, right right, the actress. I was getting her confused with Kyra Bowsinger, the folk singer.”
Jin has confusion writ all over his face when the exchange across the park devolves into Lee-minal subjects. Soon, Salim’s answer is met with a straighter stance from the bloke, who shouts back, “Fuck, that’s even better than the Air Force! If you cover PT, too, I’m in!” Just to add to his resume, he appends, “I’ve got ‘natural’ rizz, does that count?!”
With the matter of whether or not Lee is a boy or girl’s name settled, and the fact that he’s not getting tickets to a semi-famous folk singer also unfortunately settles, Jakem stows his mic and hops down off the stage.
Cristal wanders in and makes straight for the baos.
Salim’s head tips back just slightly, a short breath escaping him that might almost pass for another laugh. “If by ‘natural rizz’, you mean you show up on time, keep your head clear, and can follow a line of instructions, then sure. Counts plenty in my book.” His posture stays relaxed as he addresses Jin, hands joined loosely in front of him and open the surface of his plate carrier. “As for PT, well, we’ll see if it’s needed after TempSec’s fitness assessment. I’ll let the brass be the judge of that. If you truly have an interest, call me at 710-0167 and we can discuss it.”
Jenny grins giving a wave to Cristal “Sup! Those wings you made were killer! Especially the hot ones..”
Malin gives a wave. “Time for me to go take care of some things. Thank you for protecting my family, Lee!” she calls to Salim.
“Looking forward, great gunfest, man!” Jin barks over at Salim, pulling out his phone to save the number.
“Thank you all!” Salim exclaims, dipping his head cordially as he begins to work with the other volunteers and sets himself to clean up duty. “If you all can, please do take some refreshments with you.”
Sophie smiles over at Mercedes, “Hey, how’s the pork bun?”
Jakem waves to Mercedes as he wanders over “Hey Merci, good to see yah. You off somewhere, or you have a moment to talk?”
Mercedes blinks around as she seems to have taken a bite out of the wrong bun, “Well I’m a vegetarian… So now this is awkward.”
Mercedes nods over to Jakem, “I surely do!”
Jakem calls over to Sophie “Great shooting by the way Soph!” before turning to Mercedes and nodding “Head back to the Den with me? It won’t take too long.”
Sophie winces at Mercedes, “Uh..sorry.”
Jenny eyes the leftover buns, pocketing a couple
Sophie waves at Jakem, “See you later.”
Jin checks out what from the tables still remain, but his expression creases at all the dessert buns. Not for him. Backing away from the dispersing crowd, he pivots his entire body rather than twists to take his leave. He lopes off.
Mercedes stuffs a whole pink bun in her mouth and nods to Jakem.
Mercedes shakes her head and shrugs at Sophie like ‘whadaya gonna do?’ she giggles.
As some of the vendors and attendees begin to disperse and depart, Salim begins to coordinate the efforts for clean up with the rest of the volunteers donning sun-emblazoned t-shirts. Slowly, but surely, stands begin to be taken down and hauled off to parts elsewhere outside of the park.
Cristal bops over to Salim, waving. “Heyaaa! I’m sad I missed this but it seems like people had a lotta fun. Ya gonna do another one anytime soon?” she asks, starting to help clear up with the volunteers.
With all too eager an excuse to break away from coordinating volunteers, Salim turns on his heel to address Cristal with a smile. “Yeah, we’ll be looking to do events like these all across the city. Temple Security is vested in ensuring that we’re providing word of our services to any and all.” Adjusting his weight against one of his legs, Salim brings both of his arms before his chest and folds one over the other in a casual, idle posture. “And don’t sweat it on missing. It’s a busy holiday for everyone today. We had to re-schedule once after all.”
Cristal bobs her head eagerly back at Salim. “Yah! Was gonna ask, y’all do shootin lessons?”
Without missing a beat, Salim quickly considers the question with a nod in the affirmative over towards Cristal. “Sure do. If you swing by the Sevenfold, I can set something up for some shooting lessons. If I remember, you’re good with a rifle, right?”
Cristal beams sunnily at Salim. “Yah gotta good memory! Yah! I need a new pew pew tho. Tryna save up for a cute one, but rent and all is comin.”
There’s a period of consideration upon Salim’s face, his arms uncrossing as a gloved hand raises to brush against the stubble along his jaw. “Well,” Salim muses, looking over towards Cristal. “I’ll see what we can do to get you a discounted rifle if need be. I may have some refurbished arms in the back. We’ll find you something.”
Cristal nods at Salim. “Prolly a good idea for me to get a good practice one anyway, which one ya recc from whatcha got on stock?”
“We can probably get you outfitted with an SKS,” Salim thinks aloud, that thumb still dragging along the scars and stubborn that line the frame of his jaw. “Semi-automatic, generally imported from old Soviet bloc countries. Reliable though.”
Jenny looks over to Salim “I don’t really use guns all that much.. is the prize transferable?”
Cristal nods at Salim. “I like reliable! My number’s 7100144. I’ll come by the shop!” She checks her phone. “I gotta run, but good to see ya!”
Preston peers even.
Matthew holds up both hands, “I’m goooooooood,” he insists, looking rather out of place, the vest doesn’t really fit too well, a touch too small and the tracksuit is goofy, like some kind of Russian mobster but he’s there.
Alice peers back at Preston. “What? Jealous?”
Arachne raises her brows in mild surprise when Salim makes mention of the contest’s winner. “Jenny? She’s one of ours in the Hand. Impressive,” she remarks, drawing her rifle back to reload while Genevieve breaks into the safe, or attempts to at least. “Are you still holding any specials for those of us who couldn’t make it?”
Gail glances over her shoulder to someone, eyelids lowering. She mutters to Meridith, “Are they playin’ battleship over there?”
Preston shakes his head at Alice, “No, you got water on my bag.”
Meridith smirks and hipbumps Gail gently, gazing about.
Gail glances over her shoulder to Stelle, eyelids lowering. She mutters to Meridith, “Are they playin’ battleship over there?”
Malin winks at Matthew playfully. “You’re a natural! You look…” She bites at her lower lip. “Like a gee eye Joe.”
Meridith says “Maybe? “
“I believe in you, Genevieve,” Arachne calls toward Genevieve. “If anyone can crack a safe, it’s the Queenpin!”
Gail leans against Meridith a bit with a faint smirk, “So what’s the plan now? We sit around ‘n wait for the next gaggle of soldiers to pummel us?”
Ambrose lapses into silence again, continuing to weave warding sigils in the air placidly.
Gail tsks, “Speak of the devil…”
Salim keeps his head slow, using the lull to quickly swap magazines before sliding the bolt of his carbine back with practiced ease. His scarred mouth quirks at someone, but only slightly. “I’ll think about,” Salim replies, tone flat and noncommittal as he readies the barrel of his Steyr downrange at the fresh batch of hostiles.
Matthew sings it out, “GI Joe.” He relaxes a bit, propping an elbow on one of the machine’s panels. “Think they’re—” and there they are. The enemy marching up. “Lesssgo!”
Salim keeps his head slow, using the lull to quickly swap magazines before sliding the bolt of his carbine back with practiced ease. His scarred mouth quirks at Arachne, but only slightly. “I’ll think about,” Salim replies, tone flat and noncommittal as he readies the barrel of his Steyr downrange at the fresh batch of hostiles.
Salim says “Think about it, that is.“
“I suppose that is more than fair,” Arachne allows to Salim, unfazed by his flat and noncommittal tone. She lifts her rifle, bringing the encroaching soldiers into her line of sight.
Matthew points out in the distance, “WHo’s the rat,” he’s starting to take aim.
Malin mentions, “I think Vie is more of a dancer, and safe combos need more of a tumbler,” in a horrible pun.
“Renacida,” Ambrose introduces the shambling dead thing to Matthew, his pistol lifting toward the distance soldiers.
“Do we have any gymnasts?” Preston calls out, nodding along with Malin’s joke.
Matthew then looks towards Malin, “Hey, did you bring my doritos?”
Malin looks around after Preston’s question, and then she nods to Matthew.
“One of yours, then?” Arachne lofts a brow at Ambrose. “… How ever did you come to possess such a companion? Old pet you couldn’t part with?”
“It is simply a vessel,” Ambrose assures Arachne aside, patiently, between reports of his pistol. “One of the specimens from the Lodge.”
“Perish the thought that Ambrose Vasquez would be sentimental enough for pets,” Arachne teases Ambrose in idle aside while she waits.
Matthew me looks out across the battlefield, the soldier is miles away, and so he opens up that bag of chips, because who doesn’t dorito during a skirmish? He crunches loudly, undeterred by the chaos of the raid.
Sophie glances over at Matthew, “Share?”
“The spirit herself is a fighter, though,” Ambrose supposes when the pistol gets lowered again. Arachne earns another look, but he starts his warding movements again, routine. “I have pets. Strays find their way to me.”
Alice leans up against the machinery, glancing at Preston. “You left it in the bathroom, next to the shower. What was I supposed to do?”
Matthew beams a smile at Malin, “These are good!” Sophie’s request he’s looking unsure of but then relents, opening the bag up, “Okay, they’re good.”
Gail holds one of her elbows with a deep sigh, pulling on it to stretch her upper arm as she gazes over Matthew and Alice pensively, listening to their chatter.
Malin eyes Matthew a moment, but nods when he approves of the flavour choice.
“Take it out of the bathroom,” Preston replies to Alice, nodding to her seriously.
Sophie takes a big chip, licks it and then crunches down, “Thanks” She says with a happy mouthful, politely of course, before handing the bag back over.
Alice shakes her head, insisting, “Then you’d be mad at me for touching your bag. It’s a no-win situation. Next time I’m gonna pee on it. Then it’ll be MY bag.”
With another soldier having fallen, Salim lowers the barrel of his carbine. Flicking the safety on with his thumbs and emptying the chamber, Salim detaches his magazine and seemingly inspects its ammo count with a quick glance before re-attaching it and securing it. Readying another round in the chamber, Salim keeps his sole good eye trained downwards. “Hellspawn don’t quit, do they?” Salim spits, staring past Genevieve as he continues to assess downrange.
Malin raises both eyebrows as she hears what Alice says to Preston.
Malin has eyes that are asking ‘WTF?’
Gail snickers quietly.
Genevieve pants heavily as she arrives back at the group, leaning against the machinery. “Can I get one of those?” She asks of Matthew, nodding to the dorito bag.
Arachne turns her eyes, eyeing Matthew when he loudly pops open a bag of a chips. “Did you really bring spicy nacho Doritos to the fight?” she asks, not surprised. To Ambrose, she spares him a sidelong glance. “That does not surprise me really. You have an endless well of patience for that sort of thing.”
Sophie shrugs, “Snacks keep a body going..” She licks her fingers and smirks.
“I brought the Spicy Nacho Doritos to the fight, actually,” Malin informs Arachne.
“I wouldn’t be mad if you moved it,” Preston adds towards Alice. “It was a win-win situation for you.” There’s a beat from him, as he considers Alice’s next words. “Here, you have something from my bag. Just don’t pee on it.”
Ambrose has shades on, so who knows what his eyes are saying. Probably not much. “One would think,” he dryly deadpans aside to Arachne.
Matthew is midway into chonching into some more chips, and now Genevieve is asking for chips. His inner goblin is saying no, but of sharing is caring so of course he passes it over. “Sure.” Then to Arachne, “Oh, no that was all Malin, we’re a good team!”
Within earshot of the conversation, Stelle responds to Preston, “You know most euh… men would love a pretty girl’s bathwater on their bag, no?”
“Angels… should stop being so hard to protect…” Catrina mutters as she tries to keep up with Genevieve’s dash for cover.
Gail taps on her chin, glancing to the southwest, “Oh dear… seems that little rodent has some company.”
Alice takes a quick bite of lemon bars before leveling her pistol along the machinery, resting it so she can line up a shot. “Okay, I forgive you,” she says with a mouth full of bar.
“Good luck, Renacida,” Ambrose deigns, sending the crook of his fingers in the rat’s direction. Doesn’t seem too torn up about it.
Gail kneels down, procuring her rifle and aiming down the iron sights at the soldiers approaching.
“You’re both guilty,” Arachne condemns Matthew and Malin equally in her eyes, then leans over to grab a single chip to nibble on, bumping her shoulder against Genevieve. “Queenpin.”
Genevieve grabs a few chips out of the bag and munches on them before passing the doritos back to Matthew and giving Catrina a grin.
Preston cocks his head at Stelle, lifting his own carbine to aim it downrange. “Not me. That’s disgusting.”
Genevieve says “Three demon soldiers against one dead rat, taking bets.“
“I’m always guilty, but not legally until I’m proven to be so, I think,” Malin says a bunch of words to Arachne, not even sounding like she’s sure they make sense.
Alice ponders aloud, “Maybe I should bottle and sell my bathwater in the Parlour. I’m sure someone would buy it.”
Meridith grimaces. “E-girls are a plague upon this town.”
“Definitely innocent until proven guilty,” Matthew confirms Malin’s words, glancing back at Arachne.
“We don’t have a bath,” Preston points out to Alice.
Gail giggles quietly to Meridith.
Alice rolls her eyes. “That’s not the point, Preston.”
Gail tilts her head to Meridith, “Nice way to make a chunk of change on the side, though, isn’t it, hun?”
Arachne muses to Genevieve, “I’m not sure the rat will hold up against all three, but maybe it will take at least one down?”
Sophie glances at someone, “Who told you that? Bold face lie.”
Ambrose just watches downrange placidly, gesturing toward the rat in question. “She will fall shortly.”
The current line of conversation at the machinery makes Salim all too eager to let gunfire drown out his hearing, the man preparing his barrel and firing a few rounds towards the encroaching soldiers.
“You know,” Matthew continuse on, watching as others do the very important business of shooting and whittling down the enemy before he ever has to, goblin mode engaged and just eating chips. “I’d say these snacks are what is winning this for us, if we win, of course.”
Malin says, “I had some really weird lawyer interviews this last week, though. I wouldn’t trust most of them. One of them told me to set Mars up for murder, which… I wasn’t sure why, but… it was definitely a curious and entertaining night.”
“Oh,” nodding along to Alice’s argument, Preston agrees with her easily.
Reaching out, Catrina plucks the last bar up and eats it as she watches the enemies.
Ambrose continues rotating one wrist smoothly, fingertips crooked in Amber’s direction.
Matthew dusts off his hands and then attempts to throw a knife in the direction of the soldiers. It misses by a mile.
“I think the cheeto dust is affecting the aeordynamics of your knives.” Genevieve advises Matthew.
Matthew looks at Genevieve, “You think?” He dusts a hand and throws again, it collides squarely. “I THINK YOU ONTO SOMETHING!”
Ambrose says “But of course.“
Genevieve says “Heading to the exit.“
Godspeed, Arachne calls after Genevieve.
Ambrose turns his attention toward Genevieve, along with the glow of his ring and gesticulations, but remains at the machinery.
Matthew calls out, “Actually, I’m thinking orange slices might be more fitting. I don’t like mountain dew, but I’m down with grape soda!”
Gail glances to Genevieve, eyeing Meridith after, “Do you know her name, by chance?”
Meridith says “Goes by Vie. Genevieve“
Catrina says “You are, annoyingly fast.“
Gail gasps quietly, “So that’s Genevieve… Here I thought everyone was talkin’ bout Jenny this whole time…”
Meridith says “The cute puppy?“
Stelle says “Now she is faster…“
Catrina groans.
Gail smirks to Meridith, “Somethin’ like that…”
Ambrose crooks the smallest of smiles at that, a familiar feeling.
“Are you holding up alright over there, damsel?” Arachne calls to Catrina.
Alice says “Are we heading out?“
Ambrose says “Momentarily. “
Matthew looks over at Catrina, noting her too late. “Hey, been a long time!”
“I’m regretting liking angels.” Catrina tells Arachne over a shoulder, along with a wave and a “Hey Prince Charming!” For Matthew.
“I’ll have my assistant schedule some thoughts and prayers to send your way, darling,” Arachne replies to Catrina sympathetically.
Meridith says “Angels are dorks.“
Ambrose lifts his weapon again to cover evac.
Gail snickers, “I haven’t met many.”
“Four soldiers incoming,” Arachne announces, shifting her rifle to train her sights on the incoming wave.