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[hermajestysfury]

OOM: The World We Live In.

Fury is out back doing sit-ups. Rather more specifically he's got his legs hooked over a tree-branch and is doing sit-ups from that position, curling up toward the sky until crossed arms touch his knees and then relaxing until his head is again pointed at the ground. His sword is hung within easy reach of him, and there are several knives strapped to visible portions of his body.

He has a modern shirt draped near his sword, as purple as his armor, but his boots and trews are proper garments for a man of his time and place. He only wears modern clothing when he must.

Comments

[hermajestysfury]

"Ah." he nods at that, "You will describe them to me, please."

[acts_of_gord]

"The ammo's a unit about so big-" He indicates an object smaller than an apple. "Looks a little like a grenade. Mostly white and metallic grey. Hold it to this port here and wait for it all to go grey, then drop it. The change means the charge was absorbed. The actual fired energy ball is about the size of a man's fist. Glows a couple of different colors. Bounces off metal and concrete walls and the prison floor Alyx and I were breaking her father out of."

[hermajestysfury]

"Hmm. I will remember that." He will, too, even if he never gets to use it.