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It'd been a week since the defeat of Darken Rahl. Richard got that the people wanted to celebrate as they'd been under his rule for as long as he'd been alive. But he didn't quite understand why he had to stop everything he was doing in order to celebrate for a week straight. There were still battalions of the Da'Haran army out there that were giving the people trouble and he felt he should be out there with the rest of the Resistance fighting them.

He scratched the back of his head as he entered the room tonight's fest was being held in and paused about three steps in, because this really didn't look like where he was supposed to be. Especially since Kahlan and Zed had already entered the room and a quick glance around this place told him that they weren't anywhere he could see. That and the room had really changed since he'd been in here this morning.

A glance behind him finds the door he'd just entered through gone. Which only adds to the confusion as he shifts to an empty table with a confused look. The Seeker of Truth is very much lost at the moment. Poor fellow.

[Tiny'Soon-to-be-Rahl Tag: Richard Cypher]

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"Mostly dead, all dead, or not dead anymore?"

Because it's a valid question 'round these parts.

"That'll probably work out to your favor. Guns are a lot more deadly than a sword. Don't haveta get near you to shoot you."

And much more precise than arrows.

"All dead and then brought back by magic."

There's a look that asks if she has to ask that often. Because it's not something most people are asked all the time.

And now he's just frowning. "Guns?"

We has none of these things in the Midlands!

She pulls a hand gun from a thigh holster that may defy the logistics of how her clothes fit over her body, and sets it on the counter.

"This is a gun. It propels metal at high speeds in and through things. Does really nice work taking people down."

His brain doesn't even try to figure out the logistics. He's seen daggers pulled out from no where, why should this be any different?

His eyes and brain focus mostly on the gun, traveling every speck of it. His hand even reaches out, almost touching it. He stops just short of actually putting fingers on it though.

"Closest thing we have to that in the Midlands are crossbows," he murmurs.

She grins. "If you want, I can teach you how to shoot one. I can hook you up with a few nice pieces, once you learn to use them..."

Dangerous. Ver, ver dangerous.

The bright eyes might remind Edie of a kid in a candy store, or when kids come down Christmas morning to find a pile of presents.

"I would owe you a great debt for that." Meaning it would totally be worth it. Even if the mun is making the abject decision that the gun will find it's way back in his room and not in the Midlands should he try to take it back. The technology would just totally fuck with the history and everything back home.

Richard likes dangerous when it's on his side.

It'll, at the very least, keep him better protected around here, and well, at least one of his women will very much enjoy playing with it out on the range.

She laughs slightly, patting his arm. "There's a few people here I'd like to request you don't shoot with it: me, my husband, and our friends. Anyone else is fair game."

She doesn't figure any of the above will give him too much trouble.

Far be it from him to stand between either of his women and weapons. Even Kahlan would be given free play with it if she showed an interest.

Richard smiles, "I don't just go about hurting people." His title would go to hell if he did, "I think I can keep from shooting these people." Not that he knows exactly who they are.

She grins. "I'll show you how to use it, once I pick out a good one to train you with. We'll work out payment when I get it for you, how about that?"

She's a generous supervillainess.

A generous supervillainess that has managed to lose track of time.

"I need to get going; my husband's waiting for me."

Richard smiles and offers a nod. "Sounds perfect. Thank you very much."

Can't keep the President of the United States of Skyline-verse waiting too long after all!

"It's been nice getting to know you." He says with a wave, "Take care." Her husband is definitely a lucky guy, though he's already got enough dominant women in his life.

"You're more than welcome," she says. "It'll be fun; I like shooting. It's fast and effective. You'll like it."

She really can't. He gets crabby when he does. She stands, and smiles over to him.

"It's my pleasure, Richard. We'll see each other soon."

Oh, he's well aware how lucky he is. It may have something to do with the way she walks away, those hips swinging just so. Lucky, for sure.

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