Infinite Cosmos

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If Maestro doesn't reply in about an hour, I will so we can keep moving, whether it is to end the interaction or carry it on.

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I think Maestro.. He posts and then I will.

Yeah I don't know. This just went from 0 to about 60 to about 1000...

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His kept his pistol aimed at the blue-haired woman while Miri spoke. For a moment, he pulled his arm back so that his arm was bent at an 90 degree angle, clicking the hammer off the firing pin.

Now, some background on his weapon.

If one was the classify it, it would fall into the revolver category. Six round chamber, seven rounds total capacity. Not his usual weapon of choice but more of a personal protection detail. Aptly named The Virtuoso, Jhin has heavily modified this weapon as well. A typical Smith & Wesson Model 500 has a muzzle velocity of about 2000 feet per second and an effective range of about 165 feet using .50 caliber bullets. By custom-milling the interior of the barrel and giving it a smoother, more precise finish, Jhin is able to extend the effective range to about 500 feet. Using Frixion Prime technology, he altered the firing mechanism and bullet construction to increase the muzzle velocity to 3000 feet per second, rivaling that of a .416 Barrett. Needless to say, getting hit by this is like getting shot with a sniper rifle from 1/3 the distance away...

Just as he was about to speak, Jhin was interrupted by a loud bang. Maestro had previous put his hands up to defend Miri. The blue-haired woman just shot the android in the face. Instinctively, Jhin turned to where to shot was fired from, not waiting to check on the android or Miri. Seeing the blue-haired woman tumble over the bar for cover, presumably from him, confirmed his suspicion. Seeing a barrier go up above the blue-haired woman raised another suspicion in him. Was Miri in on this? Why would they plot to take out a seemingly harmless android...

His thoughts were interrupted, again, by a loud noise. This time, it came from the android. Of course it wasn't dead. It can't. It would just shut off. In any case, Jhin had to deal with the blue-haired woman, who is still armed and considered dangerous.

Spotting the bottles of alcohol behind where she was located, Jhin fired off two shots in rapid succession. With his off hand, he pulled out a lighter and lit it. As his bullets tore through the glass bottles and the wall behind it, Jhin threw his lighter at the outpouring liquor, lighting it on fire directly above the blue-haired woman. Taking aim at the bar itself now, Jhin emptied his chamber in a horizontal fashion starting from about 3 meters from where the blue-haired woman initially rolled over the bar all the way to about 3 meters on the other side. As soon as his chamber was emptied, he ejected the magazine, took out another, flicked it into the chamber, turning it several rotations with his left thumb and pulled the hammer back down, readying to fire again.

He uttered not a thing during these past 30 seconds of action...

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While he was sitting back and just letting the conversation go by, pondering about his next job and all, the blue-haired girl had to reach for a weapon.

She had to pull out a weapon...

In a flash, Jhin had reached into his cloak and pulled out an ornate pistol. The hammer was pushed down and ready to fire. The muzzle was pointed at the blue-hair woman. He noticed that Miri had put up some sort of protective barrier around herself. She had claimed that the shield will cause a projectile to ricochet. To have it ricochet go directly back to the shooter, either Miri is bullshitting or the shield is something special.

In any case, Jhin spoke to the blue-haired woman. "I'd advise you to put that away. You're not the only one here that know how to use a firearm, I guarantee you that. Also, I'm under the impression that if you die here, your real body dies. Now, today seems like a bad day to die. Lets just all step back, and walk away from this, yes?" Jhin's voice was calm, but stern. He was emitting a threatening aura, but has it contained enough that he doesn't seem insane...

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This is turning to be quite exciting lol.

A gun has been pulled and not by Jhin either.

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"I mean, the technology is so advanced that you can have true sensations here..." Taking a sip of his whiskey, Jhin leaned back. His wrist vibrated slight and he took a quick glance at it.

A job. He hasn't had one of those in quite a while. They used one of his former aliases as well. They called him Sicario. He himself retired that alias about a decade ago...

"To be sure. Nothing here is real. Real would be if we met up with our physical bodies and had a conversation about this meeting. Also, that portal of your. I would like to travel to Stormwind and meet the person that created it. It seems to be as if he was able to bypass the need to physically plug in. You said you just stepped through the portal and appeared here... I think, well, hell. Here, look at this and point out where about Azeroth is..."

Jhin tapped on the table and a small transparent screen appeared. With his hand, he tapped on the screen, entering his personal information. With it, if one was to look, they can see a string of numbers preceded by the universal currency sign. He was accessing something that one has to pay for it seems.

Moments later, a holographic projection of a map appeared.

"The blue dot is where my physical body is. Ecetopia its called. That there is Frixion Prime, where many if not all of this technology is invented. That there is the central hub, Vasishka. If you can, point out where Azeroth is, and I'll come and find you somehow..."

Yes, he has a pending job offer, but that can wait...

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(This crew that we're making... lol.)

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"The name is Jason. Had a last name but I literally have forgotten how to pronounce it. So its just Jason." He said to the android that sat down next to them. He chuckled at how Maestro ordered his drink. "I mean, I don't think you want to drink pure alcohol... That can be quite bad, even for one such as you."

Taking a sip of his whiskey, he leaned back in his seat and hear what was exclaimed. Due to the statement, he naturally tilted his head ever so slightly and more or less stared at the body part in question. Furrowing his eyebrows and pursing his lips slightly, he nodded in approval of the statement as well. Not that he hadn't looked at them yet...

He shook his head to one side slightly once, to the question of someone cracking the firewall to this place. To his knowledge, there has not been such a disturbance. As the new woman was punching in something on the screen, and Miri whispered the fact that things such as the firewall of the place being breached should be said in a softer voice, he put his arm around Miri's shoulder and leaned both of them forward and towards the newcomer, saying "I don't think whispering is in this one's repertoire, am I right?"

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"I mean, doctors do the same thing. Its...a sort of art, if you will. A barbaric art of precision..." He chuckles. His line of work could be categorized as a barbaric art hinged completely on precision as well. Does that make him a doctor by his own logic then?

Absolutely not...

"Healing through magic... That, we call a miracle. Something that is make-belief, if you will. Not that I'm doubting what you can do, priestess." She placed her hand on his. "Well, I mean, yes and no. Its a sort of hallucination. Hallucinations to me are imagined things. However, none of this is imagined. They were purposely put where they are..."

The question of how she got to where they are did not even pass his mind. He has seen too much to care about something so trivial. Perhaps it can make for a fun conversation later on down the road. Just as he was about to speak again, a robot approached them and cracked a rather crude joke. Sure, the logic is sound, but does jokes require logic..?

Instead, he just chuckled. "I mean, the bartender is usually quite attentive, " He said to the robot. "He is on his way back with our drinks. You're welcome to have a seat and order yours while he is here..."

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"A healer... We call that a doctor here. Though their titles differ, their purpose is the same. To heal others of their afflictions." Smiling, he found the fact that she did not know what the central nervous system is, despite the face that she is a proclaimed doctor, to be rather amusing.

"Well, the central nervous system is how we feel anything. It essentially control everything that we do. Motor skills, sensations, and all that. I'm no doctor myself, so that is quite literally the extent of my knowledge on the subject matter." Leaning back slightly, he continued "Well, I'm glad you're not insane and didn't just reach out and punched me. What I was trying to demonstrate is that even though our physical bodies are nowhere near each other, I think, so here, instead of a punch, simply feel the palm of my hand, and tell me what you feel."

If she was to reach out and touch him, she would feel a pleasant warmth, basically how a healthy human's hand would feel.

"Gnomes. Can't say I've seen one of those working on the machines. But yes, its something like that. Advanced technology, made by very smart people for the benefits of others."

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Depends on your idea of shoving...

No, but all jokes aside, sure, some interaction between everyone could be nice.