Illusion LVVII {Video}

[supermistfrog]

[The feed opens to show Fran standing in front of a vast number of weapons. From the looks of it, there are guns, swords, axes, explosives, boxes of ammunition, spears, stun guns- just about anything that could be used to kill someone.]

[Next to him is a missile; a fairly large one, at that.]

I know that many of you are useless in terms of powers, so

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[dogtagcollar]

[Prepare then, to be approached by a werewolf, Fran- apprehensively, his own personal Beretta M9 drawn and at ready, in case something nasty came along.]

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[supermistfrog]

[Fran seems to shoo something away as he approaches- It's not the fire. That's still burning around him, but he couldn't care less. There seems to be an invisible wall surrounding them.]

Welcome to Fran's weapon shop. Can I take your order?

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[dogtagcollar]

...my name is Romulus Hart. I am the first lieutenant of the lycan division back home and captain of the protection squad in the Southwest unit.

[Pause.]

I am willing to show you further credentials in order to obtain a weapon.

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[supermistfrog]

It would have been enough to say "I can fire a gun, kill things and not hurt Fran while doing so." Do you submit an application every time you want to buy something?

What kind would you like?

[offline if that's alright D: ]

[adstring_npc]

[Hiding behind said boxes; not coming out until no one else is around.]

Froooog. Frog!

[Yes that's your name.]

[offline Totally fine! :D <3 ]

[supermistfrog]

[Sigh. Even the animus are in on it now. Great.]

What is it?

[Obviously this is the most important thing to focus on right now.]

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[adstring_npc]

[Hey fish are bad at names!]

Tell them to be careful with us!

[Swimming out now, moving in long ropes. In the distance, the remnants of the fired missiles are... swimming back, in ones and twos. Not all of the tiny fish make it.]

[offline!]

[supermistfrog]

[He's used to it by this point.]

[But then, he turns to look at the fishes coming back, and a realization clearly shows in his face.]

...

Wouldn't it be better to make the weapons real out of something other than yourselves?

[He'll tell them anyway.]

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[books_n_battle]

*Jr. arrives holding a sword with a hilt that looks like the handle of a gun with a faint red shimmering in the air around him.*

How much ammo've you got? And could I ask for something kind of custom?

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[supermistfrog]

[Oooh, that's rather cool. Fran gives it a stare.]

Unlimited. [He looks serious.]

Mm, what do you want and how complicated is it to make?

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[books_n_battle]

*Can you see the excitement glinting in his eyes at that?*

I want something like this. *Have a better look at the sword, Fran. He's holding it up for you.*

Only with an actual gun in the handle instead of just being shaped like one, so I can use it as either a gun or a sword.

[supermistfrog]

[He examines it for just a moment more-]

[Before a cloud of mist shapes into the exact weapon he described right in front of him. It's green colored, for some reason.]

[Fran didn't even blink an eye.]

Please be careful with that. [Thalatte asked him to be, after all.]