Asagi: ...This almost feels like a put-on, but considering you guys have neither reason to trust us nor lie to us...I'm just gonna accept it. Thanks, um, lady.
-It's from Mercuria-
-She says she has a prototype of his request going at the moment, and wants to know if he has anything specific in mind for the final product-
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)Asagi: Duh.
-Despite being here in this lab room a few days, Mercuria has made it into her own. That is to say, a complete mess of a mechanic's lab-
Mercuria: Hello, Mr. Turax. I have a prototype working. And I felt it was best to get in touch with you before progressing onto the final product.
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-Asagi moves-
-Mercuria motions to the table she's been sitting at-
-To say that she took apart the M-3000 Claymore is an understatement. Even saying she "gutted" it might be a bit underwhelming. Almost every important piece has been pulled off and is lying scattered here and there. Pieces that probably should never be removed, such as the micro-scaled mass accelerator, are lying in a pile of what appears to be scrap. Sitting on the table is, what appears at first glance, a bare skeleton of a gun from the 22nd century. Hollowed out. A corpse of its former savage power-
-...At least, that is what any gun aficionado would notice at first glance. Turax's innate connection with magic tells him that there is something altogether peculiar about this skeleton of a gun as he stares at it, beyond the weird scribblings made upon it. A sense of familiarity...like a piece of a mountain from one of the blasted lands of Tuchanka has somehow landed here in front of him-
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-Quartz is currently wandering around the village, trying to poke the locals for information-