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[h2][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6A7M3l06wU]Wandering the Core, having fun in the city[/url][/h2]

“Pardner, your aim’s gettin better. But sometimes the aim isn’t all you need. Sometimes you need something different, a change of the.. What do they call it? Hardware.”Y’seem smart, and y’seem odd considering you landed with me. What doesn’t work with other magic. Does it just not click in your head? Does it just not go boom when you say alakazam? Why does your spell work?”


He pointed down the alleys they passed by as they walked through the streets.

“Bam, bam, bam. It’s a curse right? But you treat it like a gun. Maybe there’s an answer to that. From what y’told me you got it good with that and you put in enough magic energy to pack a whallop. That stuff’s not even s’pose to be solid right? Maybe you’re good at making things that aren’t suppose to be physical into physical? Maybe you’re good with your fingers, or maybe you’re a gunman like me.”

He thought back to the first night. Patroling, shopping, having some fun. They didn’t end up fighting, but he saw the other servants, he saw some of the other masters as they passed by. He was no legendary hero from centuries upon centuries ago. But his intuition was sharp and his aim sharper. Of course he could notice a few things. Perhaps she couldn’t notice but he drove her certain ways, whimsical and yet calculating with his roguish sense. The sort of sense that kept him alive all this time, the sort of sense that drove him to satisfy his desires and freedoms because it burned in his heart and told him “This is something I know I can do.”

He wanted some time to learn about her, to train her a bit before they were going to fight. Maybe he was being a bit soft on her. Maybe he was being too selfish in wanting some free time in a war. But that was fine right? That was Billy the Kid.

The first night they worked on her aim. Basic accuracy, which she was good at. The practices of a mage in controlling their body, and the discipline in their mind meant that it was easy to teach her. Then came training of shooting something moving while he threw bean balls at her. Hit, and don’t get hit. For someone who couldn’t shoot first all the time like him that was a necessary part of life. 

These mages really had everything put together to make a human weapon. Shame he didn’t know many of them in life, and shame that they’re all a bunch of nerds… er… bookmen too.

But no amount of training, even if they ended up not finishing the job of it could easily change her demeanor. Well, he trusted in her own desires and wish. If he couldn’t trust in that to give her the drive to fight then there’s no hope for anyone!

Then they ended with learning how to handle a gun. The gun she had, and the gun he brought. 

Bang.

Bang.

THe smell of gunpowder, the sparks of civilization’s fang. Deadlier than an arrow, farther than a spear. The weapon of the final frontier, the ultimate end of human’s ability to destroy. That’s what he thought of it anyway. The slugthrower that signified the west, the pistols that were the last bastion of romantic duels and battle.

Modern, fantastical.

Hey, master.

What do you feel when you hold this thing, when you squeeze the trigger?

What do you feel when I pull you into all these places I want to go, when I push on a beer to you.

You look so lost, but you don’t even know where you’re going. But that’s fine. No destination needed.

“You ever smoked before? If not let’s get you a cig too. The french love smokes and wine right? Oh we should try wine. I might be called a rascal and they might think Americans are dirty here but I still love wine. Alcohol’s great, we should have more.

What do you wanna do master? We got a bit of time left before it’s time to go back to practice. Tomorrow I promise ya, tomorrow I’m bringing you a bounty of enemies. Dead or alive.” He winked at the last statement. “We’re all dead y’know? Servants. We’re ghosts, so no need to go easy on them~”