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@kingkonrad
Iirc Northern Ireland was allowed to pass its own gun laws, so still gonna have a hard time getting a nice rifle, but something like a revolver should be manageable. Granted, character is from Scotland, so no real chance of that happening there at all.
Avoiding a political argument is good, though, so I'll just go back to lurking for now.
Iirc Northern Ireland was allowed to pass its own gun laws, so still gonna have a hard time getting a nice rifle, but something like a revolver should be manageable. Granted, character is from Scotland, so no real chance of that happening there at all.
Avoiding a political argument is good, though, so I'll just go back to lurking for now.
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Most handguns are flat out banned in the UK, iirc, so Konrad's right there. I think that Northern Ireland has considerably looser laws, including allowing handguns such - but your guy's from Scotland.
Most handguns are flat out banned in the UK, iirc, so Konrad's right there. I think that Northern Ireland has considerably looser laws, including allowing handguns such - but your guy's from Scotland.
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Ianus Congreatio: Secret societies, horror, and mystery in the shadows of Prague.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Astarael42
Aye, bureaucracy is... well, bureaucracy.
And yeah, I get what you mean. Dunno if it was the same for you but I wasn't sure whether to be sad they were gone, or relieved that they weren't dealing with eighteen trillion types of cancer anymore.
Aye, bureaucracy is... well, bureaucracy.
And yeah, I get what you mean. Dunno if it was the same for you but I wasn't sure whether to be sad they were gone, or relieved that they weren't dealing with eighteen trillion types of cancer anymore.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Nevix
I am, but I'm not really in a place to say much.
I am, but I'm not really in a place to say much.
Short post, long overdue, sorry.
@Nevix
If we're free to give input...
Why the C8, if I may ask? That's a Canadian rifle, iirc?
@Nevix
If we're free to give input...
Why the C8, if I may ask? That's a Canadian rifle, iirc?
Aleksandra quadruple checked the straps on her parachute as she stood next to her team members in the C-130. She wasn't afraid of heights, just... well aware of her mortality, and of the tendency of falls at terminal velocity to enforce that mortality in a rather gruesome and spectacular way.
Even so, she quite enjoyed jumping. The big rush of air, the even bigger rush of adrenaline… that and it couldn’t hurt to keep her skills sharp. Just like the time might someday come when she needed to hit a target with a knife while doing a backflip. If she didn’t know better she would’ve thought her bosses had a sense of humor or something silly like that.
Unlike Oakley, she wasn’t packing her full kit, no matter how hard the people with doctorates tried, that plate carrier would weigh several metric shittons, and if she didn’t have to wear it she wasn’t going to wear it. Same went for basically everything else she didn't need for jumping, it was heavy and uncomfortable.
She looked up as Oakley spoke, nodding once she’d finished, giving a quick “Aye-aye” before looking over at Dima. “Хотите, чтобы получить некоторые пельме́ни?” She smirked, lapsing out of English for a moment to speak to the other Russian on the plane, before switching back to heavily accented English, “Assuming the Angliyskiy can suffer our food to exist in their country, at any rate. Failing that, I'm hungry and not a fan of BBQ, whoever sees a promising place first eats free.”
She didn’t wait long for a reply, as Oakley jumped out she was right behind her, doing a backflip off the plane before throwing a snappy salute as she fell through the air.
Even so, she quite enjoyed jumping. The big rush of air, the even bigger rush of adrenaline… that and it couldn’t hurt to keep her skills sharp. Just like the time might someday come when she needed to hit a target with a knife while doing a backflip. If she didn’t know better she would’ve thought her bosses had a sense of humor or something silly like that.
Unlike Oakley, she wasn’t packing her full kit, no matter how hard the people with doctorates tried, that plate carrier would weigh several metric shittons, and if she didn’t have to wear it she wasn’t going to wear it. Same went for basically everything else she didn't need for jumping, it was heavy and uncomfortable.
She looked up as Oakley spoke, nodding once she’d finished, giving a quick “Aye-aye” before looking over at Dima. “Хотите, чтобы получить некоторые пельме́ни?” She smirked, lapsing out of English for a moment to speak to the other Russian on the plane, before switching back to heavily accented English, “Assuming the Angliyskiy can suffer our food to exist in their country, at any rate. Failing that, I'm hungry and not a fan of BBQ, whoever sees a promising place first eats free.”
She didn’t wait long for a reply, as Oakley jumped out she was right behind her, doing a backflip off the plane before throwing a snappy salute as she fell through the air.
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