May 03 17:38:55 106 PA

From Chronicles

May 03 17:38:55 106 PA

Kingsdale - The Gunnery

Unsurprisingly for a town of mercenaries and militiamen, bandits and bullies, raiders, rangers, reavers and rescuers; the Gunnery is almost always a popular destination. The unending rain has put a little bit of a crimp on the business today but not by much. It really just means that a person can move around without worrying too much about getting crushed against a display case by some overeager dog boy techno-wizard juicer in power armor.

Rebekkah hasn't bothered taking off her now seemingly habitual rain poncho, printed in stripes of urban camouflage. She's wandering up and down the rows of rifles along one wall, looking at them all without really seeing any of them at all.

Leonard enters the establishment after shaking excess rain from his umbrella, doffing his hood once inside. While he is likely conspicuous due to lacking any form of camouflaged clothing, a thousand yard stare, a broad-shouldered swagger, or even a cigar stub between his teeth, Leonard is, surprsingly, armed. A sub-machinegun is slung blatantly over his cloak, magazine well empty and chamber locked open.

Ema bursts through the door looking like a wet cat, her hair plastered against the sides of her face, remntants of the rain sliding down her face and neck. She's wearing a long white duster-like jacket over a tight T-shirt and jeans, her pierced belly-button ring exposed. Her hands come to tuck her hair behind her ears as she looks around a grin splitting her lips, eyes wide. She drips dry a second more before taking a few more steps into the store, apprently trying to decide where to start.

Rebekkah pushes her hood back, at least, when one of the sales persons moves down the counter to see if she needs help with anything. She does, and could she have a look at that rifle there? No no, the one to the left, thank you. While the plainly overworked and almost certainly underpaid man digs out the correct key and works to unlock the rifle from the rack, Bek leans her hip into the counter/case and turns to let her eyes wander around the rest of the store.

Leonard pauses briefly to make a quick survey of the unfamiliar shop, brows lifting at the immense variety of tools to kill things from outside of arm's reach. A slight shake of his head accompanies him as he approaches the counter, glancing the the poncho'd one. As her face becomes more readily apparent, he offers a smiled greeting. "Out shopping for new toys, Bek? I'm almost surprised to see you upright, since I'd thought you'd run out of fuel after last night."

Hood removed, Ema has a basis for recognition, approaching the young woman as she unstraps her Rifle from her back, the Ancient design of it drawing a look from the man at the counter as she approaches not one, but two familar faces. She remains silent as she smirks, attempting so slide in to the side of the lady she knows, her attention forward as she tries to get the attention of the now ever busier clerk.

"Not me," Bek assures Leonard with a shake of her head. "I'm nuclear powered. Just need to be allowed to cool off after sixteen hours of continuous operation." She means it as a joke, and a rather meta joke at that, but ironically enough she's also being pretty accurate. The 'rifle' she'd asked to see turns out to be huge and heavy particle beam from Northern Gun and she lets out a surprised 'oof' when the clerk passes it over into her hands. She wrangles the oversized weapon up against her shoulder, explaining to Leonard, "All I have is a laser rifle, you know? And some minimissiles, but I -hate- using those if I don't have to. But now this..." She grins around the oversized chamber block of the weapon.

"Looks like it would put large holes in things," Leonard offers as a potential end to that sentence. "I'm guessing that missile are a bit expensive to replace, and you have a limited stock." He chuckles at her glee with the monstrous weapon, and her prior jest. "I'm suddenly glad that I don't rely on them much. That looks annoyingly heavy."

Emayn cocks her head to the side, taking a step away from Bek as she shoulders the weapon, her eyebrows arched as she watches her check the weapon, noting her apparent familiarity with their use, storing that bit away for later, another question for another time, "You'd be surprised at how much confidence the weight of it can inspire in a person." she chimes in at last, smiling softly, "Give a few untrained peasants a large heavy weapon, and you'll have them running headfirst into impossible situation."

Rebekkah lifts her head and peeks over the top of the stock at Emayn, a smile evident in her golden eyes even if the other woman can't see her lips. "It's not for me," she tells Leonard. "Well, it -is-, but I wouldn't lug it around with just me, you know? In my suit it won't feel too heavy." She grunts softly and sets the weapon down on the counter, thanking the clerk with a murmured word and a dip of her head. "I can't buy anything until after we get paid, though, and if we don't get paid until we get back it's already too late." She turns back to face Leonard and Emayn both and shrugs expressively under her poncho.

Leonard smirks, albeit still good-naturedly, past Bek and her bazooka to Ema. "Don't get me wrong. I have every respect for the power of firearms. It's when they're in the hands of the inept or the nervous that I worry." His eyes then return to Bek and he nods. "How much of an investment is it?"

Ema grins, her own rifle, what looks like a cross between a Revolver and ancient rifle, picking it up up the glass countertop and grinning, "I prefer power in a smaller package, myself. Familiarity breads confidence in any tool you choose to use, weapon or otherwise." a smirk, offering the rifle to Bek for her consideration, "Why not give this quick try?"

Rebekkah darts her hand out and snags the price tag before the clerk gets too far away with the shoulder cannon, and twists it over between her fingers to check the cost. "Twenty-two thousand?" She lifts her eyes to the clerk for confirmation, he nods and she turns back to Leonard with a small shrug. Almost automatically, she brings her hand up and over to take the rifle Emayn holds out towards her. "Um, what is this? Are we going to go rustle up some cattle, pardner?" She eyes the gun, holding it up and out at arm's length like it's a very wet and very angry cat.

Leonard chuckles, shaking his head in bemusement at the banter. "Apparently, she prefers the big guns." Big price tags, too, judging by his slight wince. After a moment of mental calculation, he rolls his shoulders lightly to Bek. "Since it can only help us all, I can put forward whatever you're short for it. As you said, getting it afterward doesn't do us much good."

A grin, followed by a wink, "Something like that," she grins, looking over at Leo, her head tilting, "Just a normal rifle, Leo?" Attention turning back to the young woman, "Light weight, unassuming, give the sites a try." she waits smirking still, "This ain't your grand-dads rifle, thats for sure, and you could probably buy 3 of those things for this would cost."

Rebekkah catches Leonard's wince, considers it for a second, but decides against telling him that the gun is actually on the cheap side. So she slides her eyes sidewise and peers dubiously at Emayn instead. Hesitantly, she brings the gun to her shoulder and lowers her head to peer down its length - muzzle pointed up at the ceiling, rather than somewhere embarrassing like Leonard's head. "What's so special about...?" she wonders as she adjusts her fingers around the gun.

Leonard glances back to Ema, either catching only part of her comment or not understanding her question. "I have a normal rifle, yes. Wilks'. Rather easy to use, and graciously lightweight. I've rarely fired it, other than practice." He is anything but an expert of weapons, and he knows it.

Ema watches the woman carefully, "Just imagine you want to see further, strain your eye just a bit as if trying to look past what you're seeing." she offers, hands on her hips as she watches, "No kick on that bad boy either, silent as can be, and can put a hole through a house at 2000 feet. Not a bad little deal for something with so few moving parts." She looks back to Leo, "What brings you in here then, if these toys aren't you cup of tea? Perhaps ready to start relying ona backup?"

Rebekkah peeks down the sight, blinks, lifts her head and looks alongside it, then shifts to peek down it again. "Zot, that's weird," she remarks, and hands the weapon back to Emayn with a little furrowed frown of puzzlement evident on her brow. "It's not really my -style- though, if you know what I mean. I'd look like I stole it from some old farmer." A quick shrug, a small tilt of her head, and her attention glides back to Leonard. "Anyway, I'm short, like, a -lot-. But Nor-creep said he had some stuff if we needed it? Supplies and things? We gotta put a list together." She nods with herself, smiling.

"Ammunition, actually, and possibly a stint in the range to remind me which end is the dangerous one." Leonard lifts the SMG slightly on its sling as he offers the explanation. "I'll be bringing the rifle with me, of course, as it's a bit more effective." Bek then receives a roll of his shoulders. "I can cover it, if needed, Bek. Norwick did offer vague aid with supplies, but I don't want to rely on that unless we have no other choice."

Ema hrms, taking her weapon back and slipping it into her over the shoulder holster, excusing her self for a moment as the two talk, a odd sort of expression on her face as she flags the clerk down, moving down the cases to where pistols are displayed. She points at a few, which are removed from their case and laid before her, where begins her examination of her choices, her motions almost mechanical in their familiarity.^r

Rebekkah watches Emayn walk away with raised brows and she blinks a couple of times at Leonard. "Did I say something wrong?" The golden cast of her eyes gives way to a clear blue, the color of the sky that no one's really seen for the last few days. "And just how it is you have so much cred laying around, mister?"

Leonard chuckles. "I saved for a rainy day? It's not from lack to trying to spend it, of course. Merely seems a worthy investment, and I've no idea..." His attention shifts to the pistol peruser and he steps her way. "Something wrong, Ema?"

Ema doesn't seem to find what she's looking for, each weapon eventually bringing a frown to her face, as she carefully lays the piece down on the counter top. She offers a shrug to the clerk as she looks around, her name beign called shifts her attention back towards the two, "Hmms?" she says smiling again, "Oh, no, I've just been finding myself getting between people a lot recently, and figured I was probably interuptting?" her head cocks, "Apprently, I'm not very good at telling these thigns."

Rebekkah follows, since staying where she was would mean standing there alone talking to herself. "You weren't interrupting," she assures Emayn, then blinks and throws a glance to Leonard. "Was she?" Before he can answer, she answers herself, shaking her head and turning back to the other woman with a warm smile. "No, and it's better than standing around all weird by yourself in the gun store. People might think I'm crazy or something."

"Not at all." Leonard confirms as he seems to have relocated the trio to another rack. Ema receives a smile from him, as well, before it turns briefly to Bek. "Standing alone anywhere is rarely much fun, crazy or not. Are you looking for anything in particular?" His question is of Ema as he glances back in her direction and motions a hand to the racks. Ema grins, her bells chiming as she tilts her head questioningly, "I guess I've never thought of buying a gun as a group activity." she says, shrugging, her expression playful, "And although Leo is most likely to polite to say it, he already thinks me quiet crazy," a self-depricating snicker escapes her lips, "Who knows, maybe I am a little off." She blinks a few times, head shaking as she allows herself a quick glance at the displayed weapons, "Not really, something small, easy to carry, packing a good punch, I guess." her lower bit a second as she turns back to the two, "Mostly window shopping for now, but with things coming up, I figured I should see if its time to trade up."

"Now's the time," Bek crows, her lips spreading still wider and showing off her teeth in a bright grin. "Daddy Big-Creds here is buying today." She slips a hand behind her head, grabs her ponytail and guides its length out through the head hole and up from under her poncho, then forward over her shoulder so she can run her fingers through the slightly-damp tresses while she leans alongside Emayn and scans her eyes over the pistols too.

Leonard can't help but loose a long laugh. "I try to be polite, but I don't think you're crazy Ema. Daring and dangerous, but not crazy." A nudge of his elbow finds Bek, casually friendly in its contact with her. "I'm not rich, either, although I wouldn't mind. Large sums of credits do make life much easier."

Emayn laughs before she can stop herself, a short, pleasant sound as she shakes her head at Leo, all smiles, "I don't think that would go over well, him buying me presents," her face sobers a bit, "Anyway, I'm just tring to be more observant, more polite I guess, less selfish." her smiles becomes crooked, almost a half smile, eyes looking from Bek to Leo, "and I certainly don't want to take advantage of anyone." her words maybe directed at Leo, its hard to say.

Rebekkah rocks away under Leonard's nudging, far more than the light contact would warrant, and bumps her shoulder against Emayn's to pass it along. "Rich enough to buy a girl a particle beam," she teases the man, sticking her tongue out beneath a narrow-eyed look at him. "And after all that top-shelf furniture for your belle, too." She lowers her head, shoulders bowing as she sets most of her weight onto her elbows on the case and slumps, and shares with Emayn in a lower tone of voice, "He's rich."

"More like generous," is Leonard's reply, lips somewhere between grin and smirk, "and soon to be impoverished." His eyes move between the ladies. "Or I'm just a sucker for pretty faces. Ones with expensive tastes, too." Ema is the final recipient of his glance. "If you're aiming for less selfish, maybe I need to be more."

A mischievous grin flashes on her lips as she allows herself to be bumped, eyes down at where contract was made before an eyebrow arches at Bek, her sense of boundries not that well established as she teases, "No wonder Vix fought so hard..." her voice all mirth, "Still, you should take what you can get, Missy, it's in his best interest to have you armed well." eyes looking over at Leo challangingly, curious to see how serious his words were, "I thought you didn't like where that path led?"

And there's Bek in the middle, right between selfish and generous. "Oh, I am going to take it," she promises Emayn with a sly little grin slipped over at her. "Of course I'll pay you back and whatever when we all make it back alive and get our creds, Lamb-ard, but it would be ultra-flash, not to mention really useful, if you were to get me that thing."

Leonard lets out a short, soft, and likely self-deprecating laugh. "As I said, impoverished," A hand reaches into his cloak, returning with a credstick between two fingers that is waggled slightly, "but it's yours. You owing me is just one more good reason to get back in one piece." It is left up, in reach, even, as he looks to Ema. "Vixen thinks I skipped past bold, before, and went straight to ass. It doesn't mean that I can't find something more appropriate somewhere between that and lamb." A pointed sidelong glance to Bek, more wry than accusing.

"An ass to her, maybe," Ema starts, "but can't blame someone for acting on what they want, or being a little selfish." eyes flicker over to Bek, a smirk appearing, "But this probably isn't the place to be having this conversation, not when there's shopping to be done!" She leans herself against the counter, angling to keep the two in her field of view, "So if not the PBR, what here tickles your fancy, Bek," eyes narrow a bit, lips pursed, "Err, is it ok if I call you that?"

Rebekkah's fingers snake out from her poncho and strike at the offered credstick, snapping it up in their jaws and coiling back with the prize. "Thanks!" she chirps, then looks back at Emayn with a sparkling smile. "And of course you can call me that, it's my name." The rest of the conversation between the other two is none of her business, so she lets them have it without comment.

"As if that wasn't bad enough." Leonard smirks at that, and the expected disappearance of his credits. His eyes remain upon Ema, though, returning some of her prior challenging gaze. "She wasn't the only one I offended, unfortunately, but all seems to be mending."

"Well, you're still mostly Ok in my book," she offers as consolation, her eyes on Bek as she fondles her weapon of choice, more than a little familiar interest in her eye. She shakes her head, neck cracking, "Though I guess i'm a special case, I want what I want when I want it, and am not ashamed by that."

"You shouldn't be," Bek opines, shaking her head to dispel any such notions from both her own and Emayn's heads alike. "The only important part is actually knowing what you want before you go deciding you want whatever you want right now, you know?" She looks from the girl to Leonard and back again. Yeah, they know.

Leonard's smirk mellow to a grin. "As I said, daring and dangerous." There isn't any admonishment in his comment, so it seems everyone is in agreement. Now the grin turns to Bek and her new toy, motioning to the latter. "You knew exactly what you wanted, she knew what she wanted. I'm usually the one that's confused."

An unfamiliar sight comes through the Gunnery this day. A tallish man, dressed in dark blue robes. He has the air of a finger wiggler about him, usually not the sort for a store full of guns. He comes around to the group near to Leonard, walking up to them as if he were an expected guest, hs hands folded into the broad sleeves of his robe. HIs swarthy, mildly handsome features are only slightly shaded by his hood, eyes intent as they move between the three. "Leonard," he speaks, eyes resting for a moment on him. "I know one of your friends, you are going to introduce me to the other." The one given her due as he nods his head to Bek. The other then regarded intently as he studies Ema curiously.

Ema laughs at that, "I guess thats half my problem, I don't like to think so much as act...." her voice trails off as another person enters the Gunnery, his demeanor and words quickly identify him in her mind, and that flash of recognition. She immediately extends her hand as he finishes speaking, "Emayn, at your service, quite literally, if I'm not mistaken." her smile is quick and easy, her eyes on the man before her.

It's comical. Absurd really. The clerk asks Bek if she wants a bag for her purchase and she says yes. So the beam rifle gets left on the counter for the time being while the employees try to figure that one out. "It -is- raining outside," she points out to anyone who happens to be listening, and turns around to find that Norwick has appeared. Lips pursed into a ring, she blinks a few times at the man, then glances aside at Emayn.

Leonard turns at Norwick's arrival, nearly unawares until just before the man addresses him. He is hardly one to frequent this particular establishment, himself, despite the blatantly visible, unloaded, small calibre firearm slung about his neck. "Evening, Norwick..." Leonard motions a hand to Ema, intent on said introduction, when she acts. "Well, now you know them both. Any changes that we should be aware of?" While the question is somewhat vague, he can only presume there is a distinct purpose to the other man's far too coincidental arrival. The man lifts a hand, a casual flick of his wrist freeing it from the folds of blue cloth. "Norwick, as you have heard. Charmed," he replies. His robe does not seem wet, despite the rain, and when he takes Ema's hand his grip is firm, but comfortable. "A fine, fit pair for the pack," the blue clad man states, his eyes lingering on Ema, though his gaze is casual. The grip released, his hand slid back within his sleeves. He then looks to Leo and considers a moment before he offers, "Consider this a.. surprise inspection, I suppose. One must keep a close eye on their potential investments." He looks to the two women and adds, "Knowing who I am dealing with is part of the job. And letting them know me. To a point, of course."

"An understandable precaution, I'd think, I like to know that i'm not working for a madman with a grudge, sending us to our deaths in hopes we can accomplish the impossible." she grins, something a bit wild in her eyes, "Nice to put a face to the name, at any rate." she smiles her fingers of the hand that touched the man rubbing against her thumb.

Rebekkah narrows her ruby red eyes and gives Norwick a sidelong and mistrusting look. "What -pair-? Why are you looking at her like that?" She looks over at Emayn as well, checking to make sure she hasn't missed something really obvious somehow.

Leonard manages a chuckle at Bek. "I'm fairly certain that he was refering to you and Ema, although I /could/ be mistaken..." A brief smile is directed to Emayn before more neutral nod is given to the man. "Of course. I've endeavored to do the same, myself."

"Now what good would tossing such hearty souls against an impossible enemy be?" Nowrick counters. "It would be far wiser for a man to draw together the ragtag and scattered then forge those disparate elements through fire and strife to a coherent, disciplined force of surgical destruction." Oh course. He then looks to Bek, a brow lifted slightly. "The pair of you and she, of course. Trust me, I have no carnal designs on any of you. This is strictly business for me and business never mixes well with pleasure. A sad thing, considering the lovely company that Leoanrd keeps. But one must be responsible, yes?" His attention then returns to Ema. "Are your concerns answered? Or perhaps you have questions you might wish to put to me?" A glance toward Bek extending the same to her.

"I've more than few, but two come to mind," her face hardens just a tad, her smile still present as she glances over at Bek, softening briefly before continuing, "Why this particular group? With so many options, so many fronts, I'm curious as to what makes this specific target special." she grins, her eyes running over the man, a familiar appriasing look, "And of course, i'm curious as to what you get out of this? Such generosity always makes me nervous."

"I told them it was vendetta," Bek interjects, taking the step forward to pull herself up alongside Emayn and face Norwick. "You're from Tolkeen right? You're just trying to get the Deadboys so worried about covering their butts that they can't focus on the city in front of them, right?" Her playful lips curl in an off-center smile, confident in the knowledge that she's got this one all figured out.

Now that the opportunity exists for them to obtain answers direct from the source, Leonard will not interrupt. Most, if not all, of his questions and concerns were already covered, and (as a wise woman once told him) he might learn all else if by simply remaining quiet.

Norwick smiles at Emayn and shakes his head. "That little detail, sadly, shall remain my own for now. Need to know and none of you yet needs to know this," he states simply. "As to my gain, it strikes a blow against the machine that is the Coalition. And the supplies shall go to those in need due to their unwarranted aggression." He looks to Bek then and the smile lingers. "My origins matter little. But yes, part of the payoff is to turn their attention to their left, right and behind. They will have to. I'm sure there are many such wolfpacks already in the field, nipping here. Biting there. each one stealing their own trickle of attention. Another diversion that cannot be ignored. Such is the disadvantage of great bulk. It makes you slow and vulnerable. One could not deny a perverse element of pleasure in the chance to strike back at a force that has brought such misery to many lives, now that they have chosen to expose their flanks."

Emayn hardly looks satisfied, but smiles politely anyway, "Alright, so do the shady task for the shady man," she shrugs, apprently apathetic, "Whatever, you wanna be all mysterious, I can work with that, as long as your credits are good, and you're not lying about what we're going up against, then we'll get along just fine." She leans back on the display case behind her, elbows on its countertop as she holds her attention on the man.

"Leonard says you coughed up the juicy bits, finally," Bek says with a glance at the quiet guy in question. "We haven't gotten around to the sharing part, but if you want to tell us yourself that's even better. Like, oh, -what- supplies?"

Leonard attempts to minimize his soft chuckle. He did mention that those he found were quite eager, and that enthusiasm applies to grilling their benefactor, of course. While Bek takes her turn at the barbecue, his eyes drift to the easily-sated Ema with a slight lifting of one brow.

"It would be crass and unwise to flash about the funds I have to work with," Norwick replies to Ema. "But be assured, those who return will be justly compensated. For one must expect that the heat of battle might prove deadly, even under the best of circumstances. As to being 'shady', it is merely caution. One step at a time, as they say." He nods to Bek. "Well, Leonard can show you the information I gave to him in time. I shall let it speak for itself. However I expect the cargo will be fairly typical of what one might ferry about in wartime. ammunition, parts, rations and so forth. All things that will find a better home in the hands of those who fight against tyranny."

Ema drums her fingers on the front of the case she leans against, head tilting a bit as her eyes give the man a final once over before straightening, "Well, fancy words I can understand, I'm not sure exactly what your angle is, sir, but I really don't much care." she lifts her arms up over her head, and cracks her shoulders, leaning a bit to the left and a bit to the right, "When do we hope to have tis little surprise party?"

Rebekkah is distracted a tap on her shoulder from across the counter and looks back to see the clerk and her plastic-wrapped particle beam all ready to go. "Oh! Thank you," she says to the guy as she accepts the heavy weapon. Arms wrapped around the bundle, clutching it awkwardly to her chest, she turns back to the rest of the group with a sheepish little smile. She explains to Norwick, hefting the rifle, "It's my party favor."

"That is for you all to decide," Norwick replies. "The information is for a regular supply route, thus it is only a matter of picking the right moment. I trust your pack to decide upon just how you will approach the situation, as is best to compliment your respective abilities," His eyes move between the three. Bek's explanation receives a nod of his head and a light smile. "Good, good.. see that they don't miss it's destructive potential." He then surveys the three. "It is good to see you all getting along so well. A vital thing. Now, if there is nothing eise I believe I shall move along to other matters of business and leave you three to your discussions."

"It pays to be prepared." Leonard now speaks up, turning a broad grin to Bek at the explanation of her giftwrapped favor. He also looks to Ema in answer to her question. "Soon. That's why I didn't wait before calling the next, and likely final meet."

Ema Can't help but lick her lower lip slowly, eyes shining a moment as her head shakes appreciatively, her elbow jutting out to nudge Leo in the ribs, "Man there is just something sexy about a woman with a large gun hmm?" she looks up at him with a grin, snickering, "I can see why you were so eager to drop the money on her." Her eyes flicker to norwick, and they seem to change, though only he might notice, they linger a second before she looks back over Beks way, curious as to how her teasing went over. A wave is offered towards the departing Norwick, "Be seein ya..." she offers, a sign-off given once before.

Rebekkah gives out a girlish laugh that's at odds with the fact that she's holding something with the equivalent destructive force of a 20th century battleship. "They'll only miss it if I miss -with- it," she shoots back at Norwick, then slides her suddenly sparklingly green eyes over at Emayn. "Weren't you saying all about how you like something little?" She wraps her arms a little protectively around the rifle and pokes the tip of her tongue out at the other woman, but then it's time to say goodbye to Norwick. She gets a hip up under her burden to support it long enough to wave a hand in his direction.

As Norwick excuses himself, Leonard offers a parting nod. "We'll be ready for the next opportunity, so that moment will be soon. I trust that you'll find me in time to make the final arrangements and preparations." The teasing between Ema and Bek is left between the two, if just for the moment.

Norwick dips his head to Emayn, then to Bek in turn. "Farewell, ladies," he offers simply before turning to Leo. He considers the man for a moment before he lifts a hand, laying it on his shoulder. "Yes, I will find you again when the time comes. Worry not." He then turns, his hands folding fully into his sleeves once more as he departs the Gunnery at an unhurried pace.

"A bearded man might like his facial hair, but probably not so much on ladies," she shoots back, grinning, "Sexy and practical are two different things in my mind," she lets out a pleasant laugh as well, her belled earrings chiming at the effort, her attention moving to Leo as she punches his shoulder lightly, "You must be on a tight leash, sir!" she says with a grin as she looks all around you, "I don't see one, but how could you not apprecaite the fruits of your labor?" mock disbelief on her face as she stares at the young shifter.

"Sexy, huh?" Bek prods with a little grin of her own, eyes turning down to look at the package wrapped up in her arms. "It really doesn't even look like anything right now! Lamb-ard will come around once he gets the whole look." Yep, because nothing ties together a girl's flying power armor ensemble like a particle beam rifle.

Leonard winces with some exagerration at Ema's strike, even as his grin blossoms. "Which fruits are those? My labors aren't quite done yet, unless you're referring to the ladies with all the weapons." He has managed to align himself with quite a few of those, obviously. The grin then swivels to Bek, his eyes sweeping her and package before nodding. "Very sexy, but I'll reserve final judgement until I see everyhing."

"Should be a sight to see." she says with a grin, "We should go out to the range at some point, have you test that sucker out before we get into the trenches." she takes a deep breath, and checks her phone, seeing the time she stretches, "But I should really get going, Have a few more places to stop on my way home, and its not getting any drier."

Rebekkah keeps the bulky rifle propped up on her hip, strangely cradled there in an almost motherly way. She takes the cue, eyes dancing back and forth between Leonard and Emayn, and reaches her free hand back to coil up her long hair and tuck it up into her poncho's hood before pulling it over her head. "It's a date, filly," she says to the other girl, smiling broadly and laughing musically. "Thanks for the gun, Leonard! I'll pay you back, promise!"

"Stay dry, and I'll see you around, Ema. Sooner rather than later, of course." Leonard chuckles and lifts a hand to wave. The gesture then continues to Bek. "You're welcome, and I expect that you will. Try not to wear it out in testing before we leave. I should head out myself." His eyes drop to his comparatively archaic and impotent weapon. "A bit more planning seems more prudent than trying to avoid shooting my own foot off."

Ema toss the two a wave, the collar of her jacket coming up as hands find her pockets, tugging the unsealed from closed about her, "You know how to get a hold of me" she says, grinnning, "See ya'll around" she offers, opening the door and heading out into the rain