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"My, what a handsome one you are," The female cooed with a delighted tenor as she deigned to take a keener look at the male. Was she really that intrigued?

"Tell me, young one, do you have any... desires at all?" Her eyelids lowered to a soft, mysterious gaze, her demure smile never leaving her lips as she continued with her inquiry. "I do have a friend who can help you grant them, if you'd like... If anything, it helps keep him busy for a while," she murmured as a quiet aside.

Her glance then slid towards a short lanky male leaning against a wall with a surly snarl curling his mouth; that was the clearest indicator she could give in silence that he was the friend she was talking about.

He happened to be taking a drink after heard that, and had to stop himself from choking. "Whoa, there!...Heh. Don't we all have desires, ranging from one form to another? Heh, heh...I know the games of all of mankind...Eh, at least, like those kinds of things."

"Oh? Cyan and Akumi all taped up? It's cute...if anyone finds anything dirty about it, that's all them. If you'll excuse me, MG3 and I have a date, puu~"

"I think she'd rather you call her...Maschinen-whatever-the-hell-it-is-she's-called." He just...shrugs. "You know?"

"Let's ask her, then." >_<

"What are those weapons you carry, anyway?" the haughty prince asks Jibril, from his lazy position on the bench. At least he recognized her guns were weapons of some kind, or guessed. "Some of them resemble in some small way, miniature versions of the cannons our barbaric neighbors to the north have developed to fight off perceived arcane aggression."

"Ahh, a man familiar with weapons. Perhaps you would be interested in these." A copy of each Blade weapon type floats behind Alvis

He glances to Alvis, brows climbing high on his forehead. "Of course I know what weapons are, I am surrounded by guards in the palace. I have no need of one myself, though I do find that ability of yours interesting."

"Now I ain't much for palace guards or havin' other people protectin' me with their weapons." Said a young man no older than twenty, gripping a smoking cigar between his teeth which affected how he spoke. He pulled out one of the colt single action army revolver which resided in its holster on his right hip. He kept his index finger in the trigger loop and twirled it, flipped it in the air and caught it back so that the barrel was facing the one who had said he did not need weapons. He then holstered it back before spitting out the cigar on the ground beside him. "I'm a man who likes knowin' I can pull out my gun any time I damn well please and shoot any man I deem worthy of a bullet."

"Ahh...you sir seem quite confidant in your aim. Though I imagine in 99.99% of cases your aim would falter to my exact trajectory and air resistance calculations to determine the optimal firing position and rate."

"Is that just a ballistics thing? Range and size, pistol bullets, even?"

Puffs smoke out as he smokes his cigarette, raising his eyebrow a little "Wait M1 Garand as in the rifle? That's different. What are you exactly?"

"I am M1 Garand, a Tactical-Doll, T-Doll for short, made by Grifon & Kyruger as a specialist for the M1 Garand rifle...Is that helpful?"

He nodded slowly rolling his cigarette with his tongue, "Oh very, I used to shoot them for fun with my younger brother Wrath, thats why I know it, just kind of surprised. Very interesting to say the least. I am Envy, wonderful to meet you Miss Garand. Is it ok I call you that or?"

"Who needs weapons when you have magic, anyway? Weapons are for those who have no arcane gift."

"Of course. You may call me as you like...As for you...Hmm...It's a matter of perspective."

Just passing by Melissa scoffed at the mage, obviously she didn't care who he was or what he was. "Primitive. No magic could get past my shields, while you're busy casting your spell at me I'll just walk up and bust you in the head...no weapons needed." she says with a tone of boredom. But was she cocky or confident?

"Well, someone is overconfident." Adelia smirks, "However, Mage, she is right, she could come around."

> Asuna returns, but there's a second girl with her, the arresting light sure to get looks.

Missy snorted and rolled her eyes. "Overconfident? Bird lady I promise I have the skill to back my words." she smarted off, crossing her arms with a slight frown. She disliked being underestimated.