A Troubled Soldier 01
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I: Delivery to Elysium
Elysium-the-city was far larger than Natalia had first assumed. Not that this was a problem for her-- a day or two among the rooftops, and she would know this place as well as anyone who lived here.
For now, though, she was momentarily relying on a map she kept carefully tucked away, and an address on a box with a memorized order form (and countersign, and counter-countersign, easily handwaved).
Being a delivery girl was hardly a novel cover, but it was precisely because such things were ubiquitous that it was easy to slip into the role as she came around the service entrance. Add perhaps a touch of bitter expression at the cold-- she didn't even have to try for that one-- and things would, hopefully, work just fine.
II: Blames Her Tools (Vault)
Natalia, after spending the better part of a day hitting targets from as extreme a range as the Vault could afford, was now overhauling her rifle, first cleaning the inside of the barrel with a cloth and a cleaning rod, and then disassembling it, screw by painstaking screw.
The casings were drying on a separate cloth nearby, with the scent of soap and water, waiting for an oven to finish getting up to the proper temperature.
It took up an entire gunsmith's bench, between the disassembly and the casings waiting for annealing and rolling and fitting and loading, but there was something to it. A peace, in an artisan's craft.
She looked at the tool rack above her and clicked her tongue.
She would have to go hunting for that particular tool.
Okay. Smooth hair. Stand properly. Act like you're supposed to be here.
Time to go among the other workbenches. Or workshops, if she had to.
III: Wildcard
Bug Natalia because she looks suspicious or because you need something.
Elysium-the-city was far larger than Natalia had first assumed. Not that this was a problem for her-- a day or two among the rooftops, and she would know this place as well as anyone who lived here.
For now, though, she was momentarily relying on a map she kept carefully tucked away, and an address on a box with a memorized order form (and countersign, and counter-countersign, easily handwaved).
Being a delivery girl was hardly a novel cover, but it was precisely because such things were ubiquitous that it was easy to slip into the role as she came around the service entrance. Add perhaps a touch of bitter expression at the cold-- she didn't even have to try for that one-- and things would, hopefully, work just fine.
II: Blames Her Tools (Vault)
Natalia, after spending the better part of a day hitting targets from as extreme a range as the Vault could afford, was now overhauling her rifle, first cleaning the inside of the barrel with a cloth and a cleaning rod, and then disassembling it, screw by painstaking screw.
The casings were drying on a separate cloth nearby, with the scent of soap and water, waiting for an oven to finish getting up to the proper temperature.
It took up an entire gunsmith's bench, between the disassembly and the casings waiting for annealing and rolling and fitting and loading, but there was something to it. A peace, in an artisan's craft.
She looked at the tool rack above her and clicked her tongue.
She would have to go hunting for that particular tool.
Okay. Smooth hair. Stand properly. Act like you're supposed to be here.
Time to go among the other workbenches. Or workshops, if she had to.
III: Wildcard
Bug Natalia because she looks suspicious or because you need something.
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Date: 2024-12-20 05:46 pm (UTC)"Would you care to demonstrate a second time?" While to was praised as a question, there was a note a bit like command in his tone. "Please?" And the latter seemed genuine.
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Date: 2024-12-20 07:34 pm (UTC)She sets the stock against her shoulder, raises the rifle, looks down the scope, adjusts the angle, fires, and cycles the next round in one smooth motion.
Then again.
And again.
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Date: 2024-12-20 11:03 pm (UTC)"A truly effective means of murder." His ice blue eyes flick to her. "How do you enjoy it?"
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Date: 2024-12-20 11:13 pm (UTC)"As to the murder..." Natalia sighed. "It is something that, unfortunately, gets easier as it is done, and there is a temptation to hate those on the other end of the barrel. We are both far from home, yes?"
She lines up her next shot. Fires. "A cold comfort to know that their leaders and commanders are the ones responsible for our state. I would much prefer to have them in my sights."
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Date: 2024-12-26 08:03 pm (UTC)"Is it really unfortunate? Would you rather be weighed down by the loss of every stranger's life at your hands?"
He hummed an acknowledgement of her observation. He was indeed far from home. Too far, and without his towy dzymika, his little bird. He found sleep elusive at best.
"The Empire's leaders, perhaps. When one is built on oppression and conquest, it's usually the wedges that most feel the push."
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Date: 2024-12-26 08:19 pm (UTC)But it's buried under ice and snow, and she listens instead to Malachiasz's next line, and hums an agreement. "Peasants to fight a noble's war, counts to fight a king's, kings to fight an Emperor's."
Load the cartridge. Fire. That's the load. She grumbles faintly as she pulls out a clip-- clips! The empire still used clips instead of a sensible method of reload!-- and began to load.
Eight rounds.
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Date: 2024-12-27 10:28 pm (UTC)"Peasants fight an Emperor's war, and they're the ones who die for it. A familiar and very old song. Perhaps someone should change its tempo."
That was why they were all here, wasn't it? "You seem familiar enough with this weapon. Do you use them often?"
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Date: 2024-12-28 12:51 am (UTC)At last, it was done, and she pulled the clip loose, pocketing it. "A different weapon, of the same kind. It had interchangeable spring-loaded boxes that loaded easily and all at once. Simply swap out the boxes.
"Shame it requires more industry than we have to sustain such behavior." She closed the chamber.
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Date: 2024-12-30 06:11 am (UTC)"Is that not the point of the Vault? Do you know how these spring-loaded boxes are formed? Perhaps the right ingenuity would solve your problem."
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Date: 2024-12-30 06:52 am (UTC)"No, more than that. A question: You have a dozen bespoke weapons among you and your... Friends? Party members? Squad? Regardless-- Yours breaks. Are you familiar enough with your squad's weapons and spacing to act with them properly? It's the same with bullets and cartridges, only you're asking yourself that question every time you need to reload. It's not often I will speak in favor of standardization, but this? This is a good use-case, and one artisans can't necessarily do without enough people asking for it."
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Date: 2024-12-30 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-12-30 08:44 pm (UTC)"It's worth being able to pick up someone else's ammunition to me. Especially if said ammunition is in the hands of an Imperial." She carefully holds the gun upright, hands on the stock and the barrel, well away from the trigger. "This is their standard-issue two-handed gun. ... Well. No. most stock is carbine. This barrel is rifled, so the bullet flies more true."
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Date: 2025-01-01 04:26 am (UTC)Because he doesn't actually know what rifling is.
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Date: 2025-01-01 04:33 am (UTC)She pauses, opens up a small notebook, and starts writing.
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Date: 2025-01-02 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-02 02:58 am (UTC)"But... those that returned sometimes spoke, and it was so. I am told they touched their spark of divinity, or some such nonsense. Thus, because they could do that-- An Imperial Act."
"By comparison, my own abilities are..." She breathed out, fully, opened her inner lotus, listened for half a second, and, eyes still closed, lifted the rifle with one hand and fired.
She does not need to look to know she did not leave a second hole in the distant target, the size of a coin. "Simple."
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Date: 2025-01-03 01:49 am (UTC)"Simple, perhaps, but effective. Where do your abilities come from if not 'Imperial Acts'?"
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Date: 2025-01-03 02:20 am (UTC)"From there, a simple matter to recalculate the trajectory, adjust for the fans and gravity, and make the shot." She shrugged. "As i said, fun party trick. Looks impressive."
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:20 am (UTC)He tilts his head to the side for a moment, regarding her. "Are you? More adept than most?"
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:46 am (UTC)And now the gun is a blur in her hands, cycling as fast as the mechanism could stand-- probably faster-- But she can count them. All of them are hip shots.
All of them strike a different target.
"... Not enough."
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:54 pm (UTC)"Do you mean to eliminate armies all your own?"
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Date: 2025-01-04 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-05 03:50 pm (UTC)His eyes darken at the statement, literally, his pupils expanding until the spheres were black.
"They may have cowed me once, but they will not again."
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Date: 2025-01-05 05:42 pm (UTC)And then, she breathes a sigh of relief. "-- No, you are not one of them. Those whose eyes are full of falling stars."
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Date: 2025-01-06 04:11 pm (UTC)Eyes still black, he tilted his head to the side and blinked, a birdlike gesture made even more pronounced by his inhuman eyes.
"One of whom?"
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