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[FractalMoon 378]

Lily shrugs, "Alright, I can build a few magnets for you... I presume you plan to build a railgun of some sort? If so, I could sell you this one once I've had a chance to test fire it and make sure it work... Anyway, shall we get going to downstairs so I can check out your companion and get started with building the focusing apparatus?" She picks up her bag and moves toward the door.

[Concerto Dusk 240]

"Your right, but this one is specially designed to shoot preety much anything metal. Knives, bullets, hunks of metal, jewelry. It dies have a special clip, but that goes with the under barrel attachment. As for buying that off you, it looks like a nice addition to my robot. And yes, lets go down, I would like to get the modifications done as soon as possible."

[FractalMoon 378]

Lily nods, "Alright, I'll show it off once I get some ammunition... As for your design, the problem is that anything you fire has to be ferromagnetic for the rail action to work... Anyway, I'll see what I can do once you show me what you have so far... Let's go then." She leaves the room and goes to the elevator, waiting for Kenji to follow.

[Concerto Dusk 240]

Walking out the apartment, he grabs the tablet, "the syncing is complete, ok. Niw what kind if bullets did you need for that weapon again? And look, I know machines, I am not all that good when it comes to metals, but the overall design of my weapon, would end up shooting no smaller than a 50 caliber. I myself am aiming for bigger, obviously it is gonna be a heavy weapon, but it is to be made from lightweight materials. The stock, which I have already built is made from crbon fiber, the barrel is an aluminum alloy a friend of mine showed me whe Ibwas younger.

[FractalMoon 378]

Lily shakes her head, "No no no... You don't want it to be light, particularly if you are trying to create something that'll break apart and tear your arm off if you try to fire it... As for cartridge size, it doesn't really matter... This baby here is omni-calibre, all I have to do is dilate the barrel slightly. Said barrel is a carbon nanotube design that is linearly conductive along the barrel's axis. But that isn't one of the main features... Come on down to the garage and I'll show those two parts to you..." She flicks through the various settings on her weapon's display, and the magnetic rails begin to energize.

[Concerto Dusk 240]

"Like I said, I work with machines. That's why my only gun here is my handgun. But the railgun I built, needs to be able to be carried by me easily. And be careful where you point that gun. Ticky is down there and e won't appreciate being aimed at. But, back tovthe railgun, I need it to be able to tear through anything, ok?"

[FractalMoon 378]

Lily shrugs, "Well I'd be happy to come in wherever you fall short. As for carrying, I'm sure you could carry this. I made it so that I could carry it, so you'd probably have an easier time. As for your bot, just tell him to stay off of me and I won't be forced to demonstrate what this is used for on him. Looks like we're here, which car is yours?" She steps out of the elevator and looks around

[Concerto Dusk 240]

"Its outside, and it cannot be hacked. By either if us, its too old for computers. I have one in it, just not connected to the actual car. Youll know it, its the shelby cobra 427. Completely modified to run at speeds even a ferrari would be jealous of. Follow me." He starts walking towards the car, and Ticky comes out from hiding. "Ticky, be nice, don't attack her unless that gun gets aimed at you, me or my car. Hell Iw ill kill anyone who threatens my baby."

[FractalMoon 378]

Lily chuckles, "Well, even if it doesn't have a computer, it probably has electronic fuel injection, haven't you ever tried hacking that? I'm getting sidetracked though, give me a single round of 7.62 ammunition and I'll show you why half the components in this monstrosity are illegal in this city. Also, would you happen to have a water bottle I can borrow?" She gasps at the sight of the car, "My my... That is quite the relic you have there... Impressive you've kept it in this good of condition for this long."

[turndown4whut 9]

Misha returned the fist bump as he took his last bite of pizza, doing the little exploding sound effect and hand motion afterwards. "I have to give it to ya, this is some damn good pizza too." He said with a chuckle as he got up and put his suit jacket back on. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think there is something I have to attend to in the meantime. It will be far easier if I do this at night too." He stated as he brought his plate back to the kitchen. "Shane, care to join me? If something goes seriously wrong I'd like to have at least one person to back me up. But besides that I'm not asking for much. Plus it allows me to see if you can handle this kind of thing." He said as he walked himself back over to the couch and grabbed his coat and put it on and walked to the door. As he waited he pulled out his MP-443 from the holster at his side and loaded a round into the chamber before placing it back where he got it from. 

For a moment Shane felt a bit of Deja vu at the notion of being tested by Misha. Brushing it off as coincidence, Shane agreed to go with Misha. "So my man, how shady is this gonna be? This is starting to sound like the time me and Snoop were slinging backdoor pizzas at a biker rally." 

[Chickey 383]

Misha pointed over towards Sayya. "You're coming with too. In case I die and Shane wussies out." He said before he turned back. "Well I'd probably be incarcerated forever if I'm caught, that still sound good to you? You could still sit this one out if that's too steep for you pizza boy. I doubt what everyone else does will be this bad." He said as he opened the door.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

Misha pointed over towards Sayya. "You're coming with too. In case I die and Shane wussies out." He said before he turned back. "Well I'd probably be incarcerated forever if I'm caught, that still sound good to you? You could still sit this one out if that's too steep for you pizza boy. I doubt what everyone else does will be this bad." He said as he opened the door.

 

"Dude, if you call me in, you'd better be dead. I am eating this pizza." She takes a box and moves to follow him. "Why is this so important to you anyway? She's obviously hiding from you, and I thought you'd have moved on by now." She plays with her fold-out knife (she'd swiped it off a guy on the sidewalk earlier), studying her nails.

[Chickey 383]

Misha started walked out the door and to the elevator. "Follow us if your part of the cool kids club Shane. last one to the car is a rotten egg." He yelled back into the room as he waited for Sayaa before pushing the button to go downward. "Like I said earlier, to get even. I'm a bored man and don't have much better things to do either. Now's a perfect time to fix both of those problems" One the elevator opened he walked out to his car and got in, waiting for Sayaa and if Shane would tag along with them.

[Concerto Dusk 240]

"Lily, the car has a carburetor. Fuel injection is brand new compared to this monster. As for your bullet, check the trunk. Theres everthing from a 9mm to a damned warhead. No, I am not kidding and please dont touch it. Thats a backup, it is slightly less dangerous than a nuke, but that makes it fun." He says, sounding a little too happy about the warhead.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

She shrugs, "And it couldn't wait until after dinner I suppose. You want me to make you look different? I could give you a trigger. It'd work like a rune, you'd just charge the stick I gave you with a bit of magic and presto, you look different. It shouldn't take much to get it going, and once it's going it'll start burning of its own magic like a battery. And to turn it of, you just put out the flame." She pulls out what looks like a stick of charcol from one of her pouches, "Efficient, really."

[Chickey 383]

"We all might need something like that later on in this trip for God's Hand but right now I should be fine without it. I'm not exactly going to do this subtly. As for why we shouldn't wait, well it's simply just the perfect time to do something like this. At this time of night they'll be tired and wont expect it. I'll have to finish this fast so they don't have time to recuperate and respond." He explained.

[turndown4whut 9]

"Well this is going to be one excellent adventure, I can tell already." Shane said as he made the trek down to the car. Entering the vehicle, Shane wondered if such a contraption had cupholders. "Misha, does this funky ride have cupholders?" Shane waited for Misha's replay with bated breath.

[Octavia's Bow 2,035]

"Well this is going to be one excellent adventure, I can tell already." Shane said as he made the trek down to the car. Entering the vehicle, Shane wondered if such a contraption had cupholders. "Misha, does this funky ride have cupholders?" Shane waited for Misha's replay with bated breath.

"We used them earlier. You have to press the button that looks like a cup, and it'll slide out of the button. You know, next to the center consul." She yawns and kicks her feet up in the back seat. Closing her eyes, she waits to feel the familiar vibrations of a machine coming to life..

[FractalMoon 378]

Lily chuckles, "Oh, I want one now... Something I actually have to work with sounds like a lot of fun... Then again, locks are still mechanical..." She taps the trunk and it opens, showing her the veritable armory of various munitions, "Let's see... Here we are.... I'll just look at the warhead later..." She picks out a single silvered bullet and slides it into the chamber of the weapon, "Now do you have any water? I need some..."

[Concerto Dusk 240]

"Water? I think I have one in a cup holder." Looking in, there is a bottl of spring water. "I do, I dont know why I do, but I have a bottle. I hope spring is good, and seriously, no warhead for you. I just watched you assemble a railgun with your mind. I am not letting you touch any explosives, espevially that one."

[FractalMoon 378]

Lily shrugs, "Spring is fine. Distilled would be optimal, but spring is fine... I just wanted to poke around at the inside of the bomb..." She takes the water bottle from the cup holder, pours its contents into the stock of her railgun,and puts the cap back on both, "Ready to see this thing in action?" She asks with a smirk.

[Concerto Dusk 240]

"Poke around inside a bomb. And people say that I am crazy for building Ticky, then again I cannot ave been sane when I named him. And sure lets see that puppy fire. If it works in a way I could use, I might have a deal for you in exchange for that railgun, ok now?"

[FractalMoon 378]

Lily chuckles, "Oh, you'll think that the idea of poking around inside the bomb is sane after you see what I've designed this to do..." She presses a button on the side of the railgun and it whirs to life, then she points it at an abandoned building nearby and pulls the trigger. There's a roar as the speed of sound is torn asunder by the modified rifle bullet, and then there's a white-hot blur that streaks into the building and punches through several walls before finally stopping in the far side of the building. The moment the projectile left the weapon, there is a cloud of water droplets that explode from the stock, and Lily smiles, "Now for part two... Go ahead and press this button whenever..." She hands Kenji the railgun and indicates a red button on the side of it near the trigger group.

[Chickey 383]

Misha started the car and started driving, pulling up the location of the house on a map and heading in it's direction.  He zoned out and let the other two in the car talk while he stayed quiet until they arrived. But after a good ten minutes of driving they finally reached their destination. Misha opened the car door and stepped out, eyeing the large old Victorian house for a few moments. It might as well have had haunted and creepy written all over it in his mind. He turned towards the car and leaned inside. "If I don't come back in twenty minutes, either leave or come in to see what happened, your choice. For now just keep watch from here, it will probably get real ugly inside real quick." He said before he started off towards the door. He had a rather giddy expression as he leaned in and knocked on the door with the handle of his cane.

 

Inside the same girl from the picture sat by a table, reading something with a rather bored expression. Belinda didn't look all that different from the picture except for looking about twenty three now in age. Besides that she wore a much less witch-y outfit. She didn't have the hat anymore and instead just wore a soft black sweater, black t-shirt, black leather choker, skinny black pants, and black casual shoes. The last thing that was different was that she had her nails painted black. However her bored expression quickly turned to a startled one as she heard someone knock on her door. She found it odd because nobody really ever visited her. Belinda closed her book and slowly walked downstairs and halfway to the door before she stopped and waited, wondering if the person who was knocking would identify themselves. This was however, so far ineffective. She went to turn around and ignore them, guessing they were probably some sort of solicitor trying to sell her something. Before she could leave she was stopped in her tracks by a rather familiar voice coming from the door.

 

 "Little pig, little pig, let me come in!" Her expressions finally came to a full circle, going from bored, to startled, to downright shocked and scared. "...Not by the hair on your chinny chin chin? Well then I'll huff... and I'll puff... and I'll blow your house in!" The voice finished, a brief silence ensuing as Belinda tried to run. But before she could even take a step a loud explosion erupted from the door and enveloped the whole room in a cloud of smoke and splinters of broken door. She was knocked to the floor, coughing from the smoke and covering her eyes. However once the smoke had cleared and she uncovered her eyes, she found her fears and suspicions had come true. Misha was standing halfway through the doorway, a rather sadistic grin planted on his face. 

 

Acting quickly as Misha slowly walked towards her, Belinda pulled out a small red colored potion and drank it as fast as she could. Afterwards with a panicked face she took a deep breath and exhaled in his direction, instead of air coming out she seemed to breath fire now. It covered him entirely, blocking him from vision and most other things in the room with the fireball. Once it subsided, she saw Misha still standing there unscathed with a magic shield in front of him. It dissipated before he spoke. "I hope that wasn't the best you got, I was planning on making this entertaining at least."

 

Belinda swiftly got to her feet and tried to run without saying anything, picking up a black backpack like sack on the way. Misha himself quickly followed with a laugh and started shooting blasts from his hand. He seemed to be purposely missing as they narrowly flew passed her and collided with the sides of the house instead. After running up the stairs and pursuing for a few more seconds he saw a bright green light flash and a bolt of energy fly straight towards him from Belinda. He was able to pull up a shield in time as it exploded on contact, taking the shield out with it. "Now that's more like it!" He replied, sending another blast out. "Fight! Hit me! Use everything you have!" Misha continued, relentlessly sending out more and more attacks her way. 

 

On the other side of the room Belinda was trying her all to stop the attacks. Clearly outclassed after such a long time out of combat. She sent her own green colored magic bolts out to stop his attacks before they could connect with her. At this point she was just trying to stall out the fight until she could figure out what to use against Misha to win. She knew with confidence she had enough magical power to do it once an opening presented itself now that she had her bag of goodies. 

 

Afterwards both of them threw out large spells right down the middle of the room. Both of them collided with force, exploding in a bright flash of light and a shock wave enough to almost push someone to the ground. Belinda was blinded for a few moments from the blast being stopped, however once she opened her eyes she saw that Misha had dashed over to her, sword-cane unsheathed and already mid swing. She was able to jerk her body back to avoid getting practically cut in half, but still suffered a large cut to the right of her lower torso. Now gasping from shock and pain and seeping blood from an open wound, Belinda began to realize just how hopeless her situation had become as she fell to the floor with a thud, her chances of being able to get off any effective attacks to turn the tides were now fading. She slowly backed herself up against the wall while clutching her cut while wincing in pain to stop herself from passing out from blood loss. She knew she had enough magical herbs and potions to completely heal the wound as if it was never there in her bag, but right now that clearly wasn't possible.  

 

The room grew quiet before the wounded girl finally spoke in a soft and shaky voice. "H-how are you even here. You s-should be dead. I... t-thought I had..." She stopped, clearly not wanting to have continue and confess what she had done. 

 

However Misha was more than happy to finish for her. "Killed me? You came close, but no dice kiddo. I had to pull myself onto a bloody fishing barge and pull that sword out. I even still have the murder weapon saved up too." He said, flipping the sword-cane around in his hand "I've waiting quite some time for this, to see you again. And I have to say It's been well spent. Seems I've had more than enough practice into our round two here as compared to the last time. Lot of bodies had to go into it. You have no idea how tiring it was!" He explained with a smile and a fake friendly tone.

 

Belinda winced in pain again before she continued. "I always you were a bit troubled... but this... this is a whole another person compared to what I remember y-you to be Misha." 

 

Misha's smile slowly disappeared into a frown as his tone got a bit more dark. "A persons heart tends to freeze when they're cast off into the winter ocean. Can you really go as far to say you're surprised?" He asked. 

 

Misha slowly walked over to the girl on the floor against the wall. He spoke softly, a hint of anger in his voice. "When you see me, what do you see? A man? A monster? A ghost? Friend or an enemy? Did you often think of me, of how many days has gone by since you tried to kill me?  What was your most treasured memory of then? Of when I begged for you to stop?  Or is it of the things that came before that day?" Misha rambled on. "That door in your mind that shut out all that was wrong, was it good to open it again? Did you have same kind of fun that I did in my absence too? Or were you trying to keep it locked away only for me to open?" He continued before pausing, holding his hand up to the witch as he finished. It was clear Belinda was trying to look for something to say back deep inside her mind, however she just couldn't find any words in time before Misha formed his hand into the traditional shape of a gun. His two fingers that were pointed out started crack and fizzle with energy. "Well It's alright, the door is open. And this time, I'll lock you within it, as my memory to forget." He said with a anxious grin as the energy was just about ready to fire. The spell had obvious intention to kill, despite the fact his hand was now shaking nervously. However before he could attack, Belinda used her last ditch efforts to stop him by shooting out a lime green bolt of energy straight at Misha's hand. It seemed to react with his own spell, blowing up on contact and creating a bright flash of light, blinding him like it did to her earlier.

 

When Misha finally regained his sight moments later, he looked back to find the girl had teleported out and escaped. For a moment Misha kept a rather blank expression before his face contorted in frustration. He snarled out an f-bomb loudly and threw his sword clear across the room, sticking it into the wall like a dart. Misha fell into the wall and slid down into a crouched position with his hands covering his face and groaning loudly. After a few moments he looked up to the ceiling with a sigh, running his hand through his hair and looking defeated despite the fact he came out on the winning side of that fight. He walked over and pulled his sword from the wall and sheathed it with a uneasy chuckle. "All good things to those who wait." He commented, sounding a bit more calm now as he went to exit the house.

[Glaceon 793]

The target appeared, only to be met with 4 rounds to the chest. Jason quickly switched targets to the next one that had popped up firing four more shots at the center mass. He flawlessly repeated the action with the next two targets. Jason then quickly switched magazines and fired at the next four targets that had swung into view at the same time, this time two rounds per target both to the head. All eight rounds found their mark. Jason unloaded the chamber and changed the magazine to a fresh one and holstered his gun. He checked his watch; it was fifteen minutes passed 1 in the morning.

Jason decided he'd get something to eat before he called it a day. He put on his coat and headed outside and went for the nearest fast-food joint. The dark sidewalk was only illuminated by the light posts that lined it. Jason enjoyed his little walk in the cool midnight air. Unfortunately for him, his small moment of reverie would be interrupted by the sound of an explosion. He turned to see the door of one posh looking house blown to bits. There was also a car parked nearby with two people inside. Jason quietly slipped away from the sidewalk, disappearing into the darkness.

Jason stealthily evading detection by the two in the car. Jason watched from the windows of the house as the Misha stood triumphantly over the woman. Just as he was about to land the killing blow there was a flash of light and the woman was gone. Jason assumed she teleported away. Misha then began to curse and have a small little breakdown. Jason quickly took out his phone and quickly took a picture of Misha's face and ran it through a face recognition program; a little something he kept from his his days with the Arconium Special Forces.
The phone displayed a result:

Name: Misha Zoloto
Nationality: Mordenican
Profession: Unknown affiliate of the Morden military
-ERROR: NO OTHER INFORMATION FOUND-

Jason reran Misha again, the same exact result appeared. "Well... That's new." Jason mumbled quietly as he made his way towards the front door. Jason listened to Misha's footsteps as the Mordenican walked towards the now ruined door. Jason swung from the side and aimed his handgun at Misha and a green dot appeared on his chest. He was at the perfect range, just barely out of the reach of Misha's sword and close enough to hit his target if Misha attempted to run. "Attacking a Novarian citizen inside her own home and almost killing her is very, very, illegal. Mr Zoloto, from Morden if I am not mistaken. Connected to their military too. Now, what is your business here?" Jason asked in a calm tone. "Don't try anything with your cane either." He added a warning.