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[It sounds heavily familiar. Ellie stands outside the doorway for a moment to breathe, her head tipped back to look at the sign, hooking her thumbs into the straps of her empty backpack.

She hasn't switched up her wardrobe that much despite the heat. Still jeans, sneakers, an open-necked henly. A black knit beanie covering up her shaved head and new scars, the three-quarter sleeves short enough to show most of her tattoo, even if she's gotten her fingers fixed up. Good as new, all ten of 'em.

Roy Harper sounds both way nicer than Bill, and significantly less paranoid. From the small exchange she's had with him, he's probably going to be easier to work with than Clarke... but she doesn't quite know what kind of person he is, yet. Or what he'll want for his help. She'll just have to find out.

Ellie lets the door fall shut behind her, heads on over to his table, lifting one scarred eyebrow. His hair's redder than hers, not something she's used to seeing.]

Yeah, I'm Ellie. Thanks for hooking me up.

[... and belatedly, the sight of the shop starts to sink in.]

Shit, is this all yours?

[ roy has his own set of tattoos, a couple down each arm, starting at his shoulders. don't ask how or why he got them, he hasn't canon updated far enough to remember that yet. alcohol's a helluva drug, yall.

smile bright and welcoming, roy's powering down his torch, yanking the visor and gloves off and tossing all that haphazardly onto the work table. ]

Sure is.

[ hands proudly propped on his hips, roy takes a glance around the workshop with a satisfied smirk. ]

I got lucky. By the time I showed up, my best bud already stockpiled a good amount of cash and resources, so it's mostly all gifts from the sugar daddy. [ had ellie known him better, she might catch the hint of sadness in his eyes at that mention. jason's missing now, driving both roy and loki to distraction in their fretting, but roy's exceptionally good at masking these things. he launches near immediately back to the conversation. ] So let's talk specs. What kinda gun are you looking for? Sidearm, rifle, something automatic?

Still. Real nice.

[Ellie admires his ink at a glance too, before taking in more of the shop; it's the kind of place she itches to explore, and she has to remind herself that she can't just take shit; it's not how this world works.

She catches some flicker in Roy's face, but doesn't know him well enough to pin down why, so she tips her head to one side, studying his cheerful face.]

Shit, any of those. Back home I had 'em all. [Ellie pauses -- it feels good to say it, especially to someone familiar with the idea.]

Semi-automatic sidearm, if I had to pick one. I had a 9 mml?

[Gotta get those most basic of basics covered.]

Are you just into firearms, or do you do other stuff, too?

I can only do one at a time, right now, but we can start with the future-equivalent 9 mm.

[ roy points a finger gun at her, pew pew, before turning to snatch a tablet off a worktable and hand it over to her. there'll be a collection of gun schematics ellie can flip through, a lot of it basic things he's learned how to assemble through Tactus, nothing too fancy in this one. If she wants to get crazy with it, that'll have to happen at a later date. resources, time, yada yada, best to just get her armed for now. ]

The tech's grown just a smidge over the last 500 years, so it's not exactly bullets we're working with anymore. Once it's done, I'll give you the whole tutorial.

[ leaving her with the catalogue, roy plops down into the wheeled stool at the center of his work tables and scooters his way over to a minifridge, yoinking out something vague soda-like and chugging a couple drinks from it before he answers the last part. ]

Pfft, just about anything - arrows, bombs, gear, gadgets, robots, sometimes a spaceship or a nifty jeep. [ nifty. roy gives a lazy shrug. ] You name it, I've probably made it.

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Fuck, that's so cool.

[Ellie takes the tablet and flips through it, her eyes going wide as she starts to put together how it works -- she's intimately familiar with firearms, given that they were so often tied to her survival, and she can tell this isn't just high-tech, it's thoughtfully made. She's modded enough weapons in her time to recognize the skill.

She flips through the options, paying attention to speed and accuracy. Most times that's what's really needed.

As she works on it, she follows him, even if it doesn't seem that she's watching him. She gives a low whistle.]

I've modded some things, rigged bombs and tripwires plenty, a couple of exploding arrows, but nothing too crazy.

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