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Post by Tulf on Jun 24, 2016 0:58:07 GMT
Zell’s complaints about her approach to gun usage immediately earned similar confusion from the little wolf – it took her a minute to notice where the conversation had fallen apart. ”No. I don’t ask someone before I shoot them. I ask my superiors before I shoot them. Otherwise, I get in trouble. People don’t talk when they’re dead.” explained Lili bluntly, seeming a bit annoyed about getting a lecture over nothing. But admittedly, it was something she was used to. She didn’t like to talk too much due to that. ”…people usually don’t talk when they’re dead, anyway. I hate vampires.” added the hybrid, clearly perturbed by the thought. But that did raise the question of how to fight. Zell’s words were pointless. Rules, factors, feelings – no, that wasn’t it at all. ”You win a fight if you’re stronger. Even if you use your head. That’s strength too, I guess. If things were as simple as you say, everyone would just bring battle rifles to every occasion. That’s worthless.” Lili frowned – this was going to end up being one of those pointless arguments, wasn’t it? Arwen didn’t argue. People should be more like Arwen. ”I only do cleaning, so I don’t play with rifles. They’re not practical for me.”Oh well. At least she got to talk about guns. ”Germany has a lot of fine work. I would say I like them the best. They tend to be more specialised though. I think that’s a big part in their quality. That said – I like Russian designs too. They are practical. I think the United States’ designs are often too flowery, due to the civilian market.” With that, Lili frowned again – that was a thing that had always bothered. ”I think the civilian market is a bad idea. Guns shouldn’t be treated like icons. They are tools.”
Seeming bemused by the drink left before her, Lili took her glass for her side of the toast, raising it idly – still no smile. Though at least she seemed idly fascinated. She hadn't had alcohol before. But, thankfully, she'd been around the mafia long enough to know this much. ”Zum Wohl.”
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Post by YammaY on Jun 27, 2016 14:20:40 GMT
Zell blinked at Lili for a bit. "My mistake, I misunderstood. However there are ways to use a gun with a longer range and ask your superior if you can shoot." Zell replied to Lili's comment. "You should still learn to think for yourself though. Following orders exactly up to a point is good, but sometimes your judgement is better than your superiors."
Zell shrugged at Lili's response to his little mini lecture about combat. "If we're tossing in brains as strength than all I'm talking about it different kinds of strength, and you'd be right, the battle goes to the strongest." Zell replied to the blonde girl, a little indifferently. It was a different spin on his argument, but it was ultimately still what he meant in a lot of ways. "And besides, battle rifles are where speed comes in. If you lack range, shoot first." Zell had put a lot of meticulous thought into how he fought. He always had, at least as he remembered it. A lot of it had dulled, but he still tried to apply rules and tactics to himself. "I guess it all sounds like a lot of strict rules, but it's still important to know what to use when." He sighed and stretched a little. "Sorry, I didn't mean to lecture again. You just do what works for you and hit things hard." Zell finished. He wanted to encourage Lili to branch out, but he didn't have high hopes about that going over well. Well, she may have been a cannon and not much else, but she wasn't loose. She could be aimed at least if he had to work with her. Probably. He hoped.
Lili had fair points about guns, but it was increasingly feeling like she was parroting off what was logical for the sake of a good impression. Not that Zell had any particular desire to call her out on it. He hadn't been able to see how useful she was in a fight yet. Hopefully she could hit things hard enough to make up for the lack of brains or finesse. "Russian stuff isn't really for me. I think I kind of gave up when they started putting selective fire on some of their sniper rifles." Zell replied to Lili's further thoughts on guns. "A lot of it's good stuff though if you ignore the weird crap like that. As for the Civilian market . . . interesting observation, but where's your mateba fit into that then? I know it's Italian, but it's not really the most utilitarian gun." Zell stretched back a little. "I think America has some really good handguns and rifles personally, but a lot of the really good ones are more classic than anything else. A reliable 1911 is a pretty nice thing to have. Colt Python is probably my favourite revolver." Zell shrugged. "There is a lot of cheap crap too though. Saturday night specials and that kind of stuff."
Zell raised his beer and repeated "Zum Wohl." to Lili before taking a swig of the beer. "Ah, that's about what I needed." Zell stated.
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Post by Tulf on Jul 6, 2016 9:58:51 GMT
Being told to think for herself just left Lili with a dry expression – that was pretty much the one thing she couldn’t do for the life of her, and even she knew it. But, she couldn’t really bite back for the comment. That would be bad. She wasn’t bad. Well, unless she was asked to be. ”I guess fighting isn’t everything, though. That’s what Arwen says. I like it when things are that simple, but it’s a bit less messy when things go differently. It makes my head a bit sore, though.” mused Lili in return for Zell’s further remarks on the nature of strength – she clearly wasn’t the type for philosophy, even when it came to combat. On the other hand, more talk of firearms seemed to be putting Lili at ease – especially as she now took a drink of her own beer. Zell would probably notice her expression shift as she noticed the bitterness of the drink, but quickly downed it all the same… the entire glass, no less. Lili was anything if not blunt. On one hand, her constitution was something to be envied, so she seemed to be handling it fairly well… but on the other hand, taking the whole glass at once didn’t seem to be doing her any favours. Her expression softened as the alcohol began to affect her… if only just a little bit. ”Mm. I like handguns the most, I think.” remarked Lili, almost a bit out of the blue; ”Big, practical guns. But, not rifles and such. They’re hard to move with. And, they’re not as impressive to look at. And, they’re not as easy to clean, unless they’re standard-grade.” The girl’s continued grumblings about her tastes were beginning to be a bit more flavourful now, though she seemed as stoically passionate as before. ”The Mateba is a personal project. And if I wanted anything that had more force it’d be really costly or even more impractical. So, it fit both categories for me. I don’t exactly want to use a .45 calibre… anything.”
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Post by YammaY on Jul 12, 2016 16:28:38 GMT
"Maybe fighting's not everything, but if it didn't matter I wouldn't have a job." Zell replied to Lili with shrug. That was all anything came down to really, figuring out who you needed to shoot when. Sometimes, rarely you didn't need to shoot at all, but that was assuming anyone was trying to be rational. In his experience, attempts at getting control of a situation verbally rarely went well.
Of course, then, he wasn't sure why anyone had thought that a case of demonic possession was a good time for diplomacy.
Zell watched as Lili drank down the entire pint of beer in one gulp. "You know, you probabaly don't want to drink it that fa--" but before Zell could finish speaking, Lili was off rambling about guns and Zell was trying to keep pace with the vague and barely coherent little note. Zell almost went cross-eyed at the inconsistency in the remarks.
"That's . . . interesting . . . since the .357 magnum is actually a more powerful round than .45 ACP." Zell commented, scratching his head a little.
Lili was definitely dumb. Really dumb. Horrifically dumb.
There wasn't anything more to say about it. Miraculously not dangerous in her stupidity in spite of its degree, as she at least seemed capable of not doing dumb things . . . she just didn't appear to think all that much.
Then again, it really just seemed, appropriately, like she was a well trained dog. At least that kind of dumb was predictable.
She was definitely a hobbyist rather than someone who actually wanted to shoot things, but given her strength handling the mateba . . . well, she probably didn't really need a gun all things considered. "So what's your best example of a big practical gun?" Zell asked, more out of morbid curiosity than genuine interest at this point. It was like a trainwreck that he couldn't quite look away from . . . no, that was wrong. It was more like a really poorly written book. It was relatively harmless, but Zell's eyes were glued, wondering how bad this could really get.
Zell took a swig of beer and bit into his fish before leaning back and staring at Lili.
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Post by Tulf on Aug 10, 2016 17:56:06 GMT
As the drink hit her full on, Lili went silent and blinked vacantly for a few seconds; her body only just comprehending the situation – but, she didn’t even flinch, soon back to her normal self. Err, well, that was a bit of an overstatement given her current babbling, but… ”The .45 has a bigger number, so it’s better. Bigger. Whatever.” replied the would-be werewolf bluntly, promptly reassuring Zell’s assumptions as to her intelligence or lack there-of; ”Ammo isn’t that important unless it’s rare anyway. That’s just annoying. But otherwise, I don’t care. One bullet is usually enough anyway. Or just hit it a lot. That’s – good enough.”The hesitation in her speech betrayed Lili’s intoxication, her reactions and thought processing beginning to slow down… well, slow down even more than usual, anyway. At least she wasn’t violent? ”Another drink!” exclaimed the girl out of the blue, briefly making the bartender jolt before giving a hurried nod – she didn’t exactly seem dangerous despite the outburst, so it was probably okay to keep serving her…? The hybrid’s eyes gradually settled back on Zell, taking a moment to adjust. ”You know… your hair is a bit like mine… it’s nice.”Regaining her composure a little bit, Lili jumped back into the fray with ease. Or, so she’d think, anyway. ”Practical big guns! Hrm. Colt Python. Though, not the 8-inch. Maybe not even the 6-inch. That’s silly.” begun the girl, albeit promptly trailing off as she clearly had no idea how to continue. ”Um… most DMRs, I guess. Are those big? What’s big? What do you think?”And then, almost as if it was just a matter of course – ”Woof.”
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Post by YammaY on Aug 17, 2016 1:11:33 GMT
Hit it a lot and one shot were well and good . . . in fact they were just about the only options. Not really the hardest thing to tackle. "It's usually cleaner if it only take one hit, but not everything was always so clean." Zell replied. It's why he didn't really deal in single shot fire arms, though the idea of using something like a Thompson Contender in a fight vaguely amused him. In a way, what he did was hunting, so it fit in a way. On the other hand, the reload time did annoy him.
Then Lili, in the infinite span of her attention decided to say something Zell really didn't want to have to respond to. "Er, thank you? I grew it myself?" Zell replied to Lili, shifting a little uncomfortably.
Did I really just say I grew it myself? . . . Ugh.
"Please don't compliment me, it feels weird." Zell tacked on, a little quickly. It was just uncomfortable having his appearance commented on at all. Zell sunk down a little in his seat a little, his mood souring slightly.
Zell had to mull over Lili's answer thoroughly. He could give an actual answer or bullshit his way through. Lili wouldn't no the difference, but he would. On the other hand, if he gave the honest, technical answer, Lili's eyes would probably glaze over and she might get annoyed.
Getting annoyed was the last thing he wanted. So it was a matter of putting himself at risk or betraying what he knew to be correct. Well, there was one easy way out of the situation. "I think . . ."
Before Zell could continue, Lili barked as if it were the most natural thing in the world, which, in a way, Zell supposed, it was.
"I think DMRs do certainly tend to be big guns." Zell replied, his voice veneered with tacked on resolve. "They are definitely big."
In a way, it almost felt dirty to say for a whole slew of reasons (not the least of which being the use of the word DMR), but it at least it felt like a less egregious options to the others in his mind. Thankfully, Lili seemed to dim to realize when she was merely being pandered to rather than agreed with.
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