-Well, given they're about Oliver machinegunning a lot of things, they certainly are-
-He seems more... fearful in them. His first response is always to take cover when he's fired upon-
-His second response, as soon as he hears one of his teammates cry for help, or if something hostile rounds the corner, is to emit a feral yelp, run out of cover, and hose down everything that he can see-
-Somehow, this more often than not tends to actually work - the machine gun he has looks like it's got a lot of ammo, and whatever doesn't get mulched tends to retreat in fear of the crazy bastard waving a giant gun around like he thinks he's Rambo-
-It occurs to you that he might have been given that MG because he can't aim worth a damn-
edited 18th Jul '17 12:44:55 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."—Herbert produces a simple shotgun and loads some rounds in—
@Sandra: Nah, more like I'm just working the rust off my old lady. Needs a little reminder what she can do is all. What about you? What're you trying out there?
edited 18th Jul '17 3:22:10 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Sandra: "This is a Misriah Armoury BR-85N. I just picked it up yesterday. She holds thirty six rounds inside of her magazine, and fires a three-round burst of 9.5 by 40 millimetre M634 X-HP-SAP. Twelve bursts, extremely high muzzle velocity, and powerful rounds make for a supreme battle rifle."
-She pauses as she aims down the sights of the rifle at a target forty metres away.-
Sandra: "Or so I'm told. Frankly that was just the sales pitch. I just want to see how well this rifle performs."
"We dream of better worlds, so that one day we may surpass them."—Herbert gives a low whistle—
@Sandra: Impressive piece of tech you got yourself. Wish I had that when my station was overrun by those damned hellspawn. But—
—Herbert takes a moment to line up his sights at a target several meters away, and fires. The target is riddled with holes a moment later, indicating a dead target—
—this lady's still got my heart.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.-Sandra squeezes the trigger and the rifle barks, a mess of fire and smoke erupting from the barrel. She lets out a breath as she lets go of the trigger and surveys her marksmanship. Three very tightly grouped holes in the 'head' of the target is the result of her work.-
Sandra: "I barely felt a kick. Looks like the advertising didn't lie."
-She continues firing at increasingly distant targets, her rifle thudding out rounds until it is completely empty. She checks to see if the firing chamber is empty, then puts down the rifle and clicks the fire selector to 'safe'. It is only then that she turns around to see Eurybe.-
Sandra: "Hello."
"We dream of better worlds, so that one day we may surpass them."-*Have Roy
join the shooting range with a briefcase.*
Roy: "Howdy."
edited 18th Jul '17 3:55:00 PM by MrKirb
—Herbert finishes his first load of rounds and then looks over at Roy and Eurybe—
@Roy: What's in the case cowboy?
@Eurybe:...Can't say I've often had a dragon-lady greet me. What brings you here?
edited 18th Jul '17 4:00:04 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Roy: "Experimental ammo..."
"plasma-burst ammo....or PB ammo."
-*Opens up briefcase to get out a plain looking Hand Cannon
covered in hazard stripes and .5000 magnum rounds with glowing green tips.*
edited 18th Jul '17 4:20:37 PM by MrKirb

@Quartz: Huh. Nice name. I'm Herbert, resident new guy.
—Herbert extends his hand for a shake—
edited 18th Jul '17 12:37:46 PM by LightningLancer
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.