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Are there any gunsmiths in this place? Or people who can do magic-type shit to fix guns?
[She knows there's a bunch of you weirdoes with wizardy powers.]
Nothing urgent or anything; I just wanted to know for later. I've got a pair of customized Beretta 92FS's that I'd hate to lose.
[She did go get them tuned up at Praiyachat's after the shitstorm with Roberta died down, and outside of regular cleaning and maintenance she actually hasn't used her guns much in the past few months ever since she learned to work the Battle Dome. But given the types of confrontations she tends to get into, it's only a matter of time before something happens to her beloved cutlasses again.
...right, she's forgetting something, isn't she?]
Obviously there's no money here, so lemme know what you want me to do to pay up. No bedroom shit, though, so get those thoughts outta your head if they're in there.
Are there any gunsmiths in this place? Or people who can do magic-type shit to fix guns?
[She knows there's a bunch of you weirdoes with wizardy powers.]
Nothing urgent or anything; I just wanted to know for later. I've got a pair of customized Beretta 92FS's that I'd hate to lose.
[She did go get them tuned up at Praiyachat's after the shitstorm with Roberta died down, and outside of regular cleaning and maintenance she actually hasn't used her guns much in the past few months ever since she learned to work the Battle Dome. But given the types of confrontations she tends to get into, it's only a matter of time before something happens to her beloved cutlasses again.
...right, she's forgetting something, isn't she?]
Obviously there's no money here, so lemme know what you want me to do to pay up. No bedroom shit, though, so get those thoughts outta your head if they're in there.
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[Closest approximation]
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Further south, off the Thailand coast. Port town. Shithole of a place.
[Which, of course, makes it the perfect place for someone like Revy.]
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If you're in the line of work I think you're in, I'm surprised you've never heard of it. Then again, I guess it ain't New York or Bogota. Where are you based out of?
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Don't fuck with me. That shit's only in comic books.
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[He gives a bit of a chuckle]
Haven't you talked to any of the X-men who live here? We got Storm, Nightcrawler and Rogue at the top of my head, probably a couple of others. Not to mention Thor, and Captain America.
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[And then something just occurs to her.]
Wait. Are you telling me that that guy I met when I first came here was actually Wolverine?
[She recognized the claws, but of course she wasn't assuming that was actually the guy, since, duh, he's fictional.]
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[Did no one tell you that fictional characters are real here, Revy?]
It shouldn't be that surprising. After all, one person's reality is another person's fiction.
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[There's a silence as Revy mulls this over.]
...this world is out of its goddamn mind.
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[When in Rome and all that jazz]
Haven't you seen people with crazy powers yet?
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Of course I have! But who the fuck expects fictional characters to be real? That shit gets you put in the crazy house.
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[Dammit, she just wanted to know who could help her, not have her sanity questioned again.]
Ugh, fine, whatever. So how do I find you if I need you to look at something? Ain't no phones here from what I can see.
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Just activate the Deadpool signal, shine it in the sky, obviously.
[Its a bit hard to tell if he is being serious or teasing you]
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[oh my god no. no. Revy is so done with you, Deadpool.]
Fuck off!
[And then she slams her journal shut, because that's what a rational and mature adult would do in this kind of situation.]
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And that kids, is what we call a successful trolling.