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.
[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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[ 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.
no subject
[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.