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[doubledollar]

Hey, yo! You reached uh, me! You should know who this is, right?
Anyway, you must'a caught me at a bad time, so, uh. Leave a message! I'll get back to you soon as I can. Love and Peace!

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[bolledivita]

I definitely think so. A marksman who can pull off tricky shots without killing has always been more impressive to me--there's a lot of skill involved with that, I'm sure. Mind you, firearms aren't my area of expertise. I'm more of a hand-to-hand sort of guy.

[Trick shots are also cooler!]

Hm... Let's meet at Shopping Street, then. Do you know where Parasomnia Guns and Ammunition is?

[Might as well meet there, since that's almost certainly a necessary stop anyway.]

[doubledollar]

I'll take the rare compliments and run with them, then, hahahaha!!
I think hand-to-hand is respectable too. Being willing to get that close to someone you're fighting takes a lot of guts. [ caesar is a big guy, so he's made for that sort of thing, Vash supposes.

....but uh
after that, the Humanoid Typhoon goes a bit quiet.
A pregnant pause thats only broken by the sound of something metal clicking.
And then a breathless little laugh. ]

Okay, I really need to pay that place a visit. I've been putting it off.
I know where it is--I'll meet you there in a bit?

[ between the fae monsters and some labyrinth-crawling... he. uh. has about 3 bullets left... ]

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[bolledivita]

Ahaha... Thanks.

[He falls quiet when Vash does. Remains quiet, then chuckles a bit himself.]

Yeah, I'll see you there.

[He'll be off as soon as he texts Viv an update!

It takes a bit to get there, but thankfully flight on his Palisman makes that easier. He checks his phone as soon as he lands--best to keep an eye on the network right now, he thinks--and he'll keep half watching it as he keeps an eye out for Vash, if he has to wait.]

[doubledollar]

[ he doesn't take long to get ready. Saddle up his new thomas, grab his wallet and phone, and he's gone. The eight foot tall bird is far faster than a bus would be, and he does actually arrive some time after his new friend and co-worker does.

He's at least easy to spot as he arrives, what with the fact that the man is riding a giant green wingless ostritch, pulling up next to Caesar, the bird making a honk noise as he pulls the reins on it to stop.

He waves down at the other, hopping off the creature and moving to tie it to a nearby street pole. ]

Were'nt waiting too long, I hope? The one trouble about living far outta the city center, takes kind'a a while to get here.

Sorry, sorry!

[bolledivita]

I wasn't waiting too long, no.

[He puts his phone away as Vash ties the thomas to the pole.]

I'd bet it's a nice ride though, especially on a... sorry, what's your friend there called?

[doubledollar]

Glad to hear it. The city's huge, and uh. I still. Kin'da get lost sometimes.

[ this place is nothing like home. ]

Oh--him? That's Brad. I found him a few days outside of my usual breakfast haunt. He's a thomas, they're a sort of giant desert bird from my home planet? They've got sweet temperaments and are better than horses are for getting around.

[bolledivita]

Oh, I still get lost too, sometimes and I've been here for a year. GPS is a godsend... usually.

[He grins a little at the description.]

Very cool.

[Once Vash is done tying Brad up, he gestures towards the shop.]

Shall we?

[doubledollar]

The... phone map, thing, yeah?

I'm still getting used to that. She tried to walk me off a bridge the other day, though.

[done tying up brad, he's gonna bounce over towards the tall blonde man, giving a thumbs up.]

Hopefully they carry .45 rounds.
My gun's a bit... old. [ 150 years old.

He's gonna open the shop door, hold it for caesar, and then go inside.
And then pause, because dear god, he's not seen a gun store this well put together in his life. ]

[bolledivita]

Yeah... Not perfect, but is there any tech that is?

[He slides his hands in his pockets as he heads inside, then lets out a low whistle.

He steps away from the door so Vash can step in as well.]

Pretty impressive place here. [Once Vash looks like he's ready to get to looking around, Caesar speaks up again--] You said .45, right?

[doubledollar]

Heh. You're right about that.

[ he has to nod along. Honestly, if he were more of a gun aficionado, he might appreciate a lot of the weaponry in here--but. he fancied his pistol best of all. ]

I did.
It's a really old model, but. It uses old ammo, so there should be some here.
[ ...if not, he could always pick up a gun that fires .22s, he supposes. ]