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Guest Psyber     With Terra Majora and Lordran wrapped up for the moment and most of the internal office strife handled, Psyber has only had one particularly heinous project on his plate. In comparison to the million he was juggling before, this gives him more downtime. The armory is, in true fashion for the half-angel, an eclectic sort of organized. Parts everywhere.

    At least one whole wall is taken up with something involving a knife and a harpoon that seems to be called the ominous title of 'Project Ahab'. Psyber, himself, is tinkering with an assault rifle of all things. It looks like, at one point, it was a SCAR. He's taken it apart and is messing with the internals mostly. It appears to be a hobby project to take his mind off work.

    It makes him really easy to find.
Kay     The wall is sure interesting, and Kay WANTS to ask, but she has her own thoughts she'd like to keep to herself. For now she's just pondering it, while she walks in and glances around. The SCAR is vaguely recognized, but it's likely that brands have different names in her world anyway.

    "Hey. I'm here," she announces as she shuffles in, holding a holstered pistol. Dropping into a seat, she sets the pistol on the table nearby, implicitly letting Psyber take a look if he wants. It APPEARS to be a weatherbeaten but well-maintained Colt .45... but the ammunition is actually .44, and the manufacturer is something that starts with an F. All the other marks of the classic M1911 are there, though.

    Kay's legs are... completely undamaged without even a scar, nor are there any signs whatsoever that she was in a battle only two days ago.
Berserker Berserker is immaterial at first, but it would be rude to just hover about. Sure she would totally do that if she had reason to, but Kay knows she's there, and this does, in fact, seem like a business visit. The girl manifests with her /actual/ form for once... japanese clothing of an archaic make, blonde-green hair, and the odd hornlike proections on her head. "Good evening, Psyber."
Guest Psyber     Psyber picks up the gun and inspects it. First order of business is to remove the clip and lock the slide back as he inspects it, "Interesting. A..." He pauses to read it, "Friesian 1911? Multiversal parallels never cease to amaze me." He inspects, "The design is interesting, though the ammunition is weird. The one in my world uses a lower caliber. Not a lot of magazine-guns use .44, because the frame has to be really designed for it. Simpler for a revo-"

    He cuts off when Berserker appears, tilting his head a bit, "You look... different. Not bad or anything, but different. Did you uh... do something with your hair?" He asks her, not wanting to call more than an apparent casual curiosity to it.

    He does, eventually, notice Kay's legs, "Mm. I see medical did an impeccable job on your legs as always. Or whoever you had heal it."
Kay     Kay glances toward her legs and tucks them under the chair, suddenly uncomfortable. "Did they? Yeah I guess, not even any scarring. I was uh, worried what with the burns. Berserker took good care of me during the recovery, too." She runs a hand through her hair nervously, then quickly changes the subject back.

    "It's a pretty reliable gun," she nods to the Friesian. "That's why I like to keep it around. It's lasted me... oh... over a year now. That's more than most. More stopping power than some, too. I grew up on 9 mm."
Berserker Berserker flicks her hair back. "I did mention that I have some limited ability to shapeshift, yes? I happen to prefer this form." She doesn't say it's her true form, if only due to caution from the Grail War, rather than any dislike of Psyber.
Guest Psyber     "The design itself is pretty self-sufficient. The 1911 is a fairly flawless design that has seen little change in over a century," He points at the gun, "I'd mostly use a muzzle break to dampen recoil and make it more manageable for repeated fire. Maybe tune it towards a hair trigger."

    Looking back towards Berserker, Psyber nods his head, "I like it. It's a unique form that's very... nice," He says in an honest sort of way. Kay has a bit more of his attention right now.

    The fact that she originally said she should heal in a few hours, along with the lack of scars and her already being mobile, leads him to ask casually as he rummages around in a desk for a spare muzzle break: "You didn't actually get medical aid, did you?"
Kay     "It's fine as is, I uh... like the trigger a bit heavy," Kay says with a shuffle of feet. She glances at all the parts. "The muzzle break might be nice, though I've never had a problem with the recoil." The pistol is /very/ well-cared-for... and in fact it looks like it was probably cleaned very recently, with only a single clip fired afterward.

    The question about her medical aid gets a quick look toward Berserker, then back to Psyber with a shrug. "Uh... well, no. Not really. I don't like to talk about it. I heal fast. Like... really fast. Broken bones do take several hours though."
Berserker Berserker fans herself quietly. "Master already told me this, earlier. It is really not something to worry about. Unfortunately, it doesn't make her that much more durable, merely easier to fix. She really should not be fighting alone."
Guest Psyber     "At least, AT LEAST, let me put some night sights on it for you if you don't need a muzzle break," He says as he switches drawers, now looking around for sights instead of muzzle attachments.

    His gaze turns to Berserker after this, "Her secret is safe with me. It'd be hard for me to tell everyone to call me an obvious alias and then betray their trust," He laughs faintly and says, "You're a mid-tier regenerator, then. Not quite at my level, but definitely way above a human. Useful for you, but odd."

    He switches to leaning his back against a counter, sitting on it, "Any other unusual abilities? I remember Berserker mentioning a great deal of latent magical energy."
Kay     Kay nods slowly. "I'm stronger and faster than I look, that's... mostly it?" She shakes her head. "Which is why recoil isn't a thing. Night sights would be great though. My sight isn't reliably able to see in the dark."

    She leans back and seems to be contemplating. "I have this chunk of magic in me - and this isn't a secret - that I can't access. That's what Berserker is using. I have a lot of magic for a human even without that, but that chunk is even bigger. I /think/ it might be helping me regenerate. I can regenerate lost limbs, too, but uh... I've never tested the limits, obviously." She flexes her fingers. "Sometimes I see things. Like, ghosts and things. Sometimes I can even touch them. I'm still figuring out how. The moment I do I'm going to goose a dematerialized Berserker."

    She just added that one to see how Berserker would react.
Berserker "It's a very peculiar thing," Berserker admits. "She is definitely human, I can sense that much, but there's more to it. I would like to know more, but..." She stops, turns, and stares at Kay... then turns bright red and huddles behind her fan.

She is not used to her random and wild declarations being teased about.
Guest Psyber     To this he laughs, "Hah. A worthy endeavor," He gives her a grin before taking a pair of 1911 night sights out of the drawer and starting to take the old sighs off Kay's gun, "It's worth investigating. And I don't recommend testing regen, but it's also important to figure out your limit in a way that doesn't risk your life."

    He looks over to Berserker, "In repayment for the sights, Berserker, can I get some advice from you? You seem pretty... romantic-inclined," He says sorta casually, "If I were gonna try to get someone who never really considered romance to try to notice me, and they were already a friend, how should I do it?"

    With a click and a few snaps, the night sights are smoothly put on the pistol, "There. They should glow in the dark to help you aim better."
Kay     Kay sighs, "Yeah... yeah." She brushes her hair out of her eyes. "I said I was looking for my parents. I don't really have... much attachment to them. I just want to know why I am the way I am. I haven't seen anything that has the abilities I've seen, so where did they come from? Controlling them would be nice, too."

    Kay lifts an eyebrow at the question, but... she isn't going to pry. Just give a LOOK.
Berserker "Hmm..." Berserker calms a little at last, fanning herself and considering what Psyber said. "Curious. I wasn't aware you were interested in anyone, but I suppose that isn't my business. Well then. First, you should make your intentions known. Get them to agree to something properly. And never, ever lie to them. The most important thing is to continue pursuit, else they will not realize how much you care for them."
Guest Psyber     Psyber twirls the handgun a bit and then lifts it up to check the sights, "There we go. Should be all good to go, cowgirl," He notes as he twirls it around and hands it to her butt-first, "If you're looking to track down answers, you're workin' for the right guy by comin' to a detective. I'll take the case, like I said before," He grins widely.

    He looks over to Berserker and seems to think over her answer, "Thanks. I'll consider that. And I'm not, really. Good to know for the future, though, if I ever wanted to. Thanks for the advice."
Kay     Kay gives a suspicious look. "Well. Good luck in your unknown future, and thanks a lot for the new sights." She takes the pistol and does an idle check, turning it away(of course) and sighting along it with what looks to be rote practice rather than any real belief it's different. Safety on, finger off the trigger, the works. "I appreciate the help, and if I find out anything useful, I'll let you know. No dice so far except the weird Tamiel thing."
Berserker Berserker smiles pleasantly, "If it makes my Master happy, then that is best." She narrows her eyes. "Presuming you are not thinking of pursuing her..."
Guest Psyber     "No problem. You ever wanna do more towards it, stop by. But I think I've kept you long enough for one night," Psyber comments before leaning back a bit more on the counter, "I gotta put the rifle back together anyway. I should get you one for Christmas."

    And then his gaze looks over to Berserker. Neither Kay nor Berserker are old enough to know about Psyber's particular habits or responses, but he responds a very specific way: "Nah, she's not my type."