You're an impressive inventor. I can understand the issue, though.
[ It was, among a lot of other things, unfair. War is stupid enough as it is (always the people suffering and the nobles telling them where to die) but if one side has terrible new weapons, it was even easier to kill people. People who just wanted to live their lives in peace. ]
Bad News travels fast, [he says with a dry smile. He'd thought it was clever at the time - still does - but knowing that the long gun's design might have spread across Wildemount does not give him comfort. If he'd been stronger...]
But thank you. Diplomacy has also arrived here and is with Bad News.
[ Molly says with a laugh and a clap to Percy's shoulder. He's exhausted but happy, aching into his bones but also feeling a lot less hopeless than he did in the middle of the fight. ]
It's a gauntlet that deals electrical damage, in the event I'm caught in close combat, [he says with a wry grin.] There's nothing that a little diplomacy can't solve.
[Never mind there's always a chance for catastrophic failure. He's had a good run with it so far, learning a lot in its creation.]
[ That earns another loud laugh, and Molly slings his whole arm around that previously friendly clapped shoulder, leaning on the human. Maybe a little too much, he's beat.
Percy was a lot better than Molly had feared, and while he still had that 'noble man' feel, it was chipping into someone a lot more fun. ]
As long as I don't end up with the hangover Fjord gave me, I do believe I'm game.
[Percy shifts to take more of Molly's weight. He isn't surprised the tiefling is a bit loose-limbed: the fight was good, and he took several solid blows.]
[ Grinning, Molly guides Percy to the fence post so the tiefling can lean to that instead and pick up his equipment. Swords in their sheathes, coat on and no pride to really be bruised in the first place, he's ready for drinks. ]
[Percy consider, then puts his gun belt back on. Might as well have it at hand rather than carrying it around hidden. A waistcoat appears - it had also been tucked into the coat - and he slides back into that to look just a bit more put together.]
I am not drinking anything that tastes of almonds. [He has no idea what that liquor was, but six shots in a row still sticks in his memory.]
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[ It was, among a lot of other things, unfair. War is stupid enough as it is (always the people suffering and the nobles telling them where to die) but if one side has terrible new weapons, it was even easier to kill people. People who just wanted to live their lives in peace. ]
Bad News is a good name.
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But thank you. Diplomacy has also arrived here and is with Bad News.
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[ Molly says with a laugh and a clap to Percy's shoulder. He's exhausted but happy, aching into his bones but also feeling a lot less hopeless than he did in the middle of the fight. ]
Is that another cannon?
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[Never mind there's always a chance for catastrophic failure. He's had a good run with it so far, learning a lot in its creation.]
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Percy was a lot better than Molly had feared, and while he still had that 'noble man' feel, it was chipping into someone a lot more fun. ]
I like you. We should have drinks.
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[Percy shifts to take more of Molly's weight. He isn't surprised the tiefling is a bit loose-limbed: the fight was good, and he took several solid blows.]
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[ Grinning, Molly guides Percy to the fence post so the tiefling can lean to that instead and pick up his equipment. Swords in their sheathes, coat on and no pride to really be bruised in the first place, he's ready for drinks. ]
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I am not drinking anything that tastes of almonds. [He has no idea what that liquor was, but six shots in a row still sticks in his memory.]