@bellamy.blake

[deployed]

If there's anyone here who needs to learn how to use a gun, I'd be willing to instruct.

Gaby wants it made clear that the guns are for missions only. If we get caught with them, they won't be able to get us out of that easily.

[ or at all, but bellamy doesn't think it's beneficial to be that blunt. ]

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[saviorexe]

[Hooboy, Bellamy.

How much time do you have?]

Strange is an understatement.

When I first arrived, I felt a disconnect. That this body, despite being able to control it just as well as my original, wasn't truly mine. Everything felt wrong. Sensation exists on a level I'm unused to; pain and pleasure both, where it had been nothing more than empirical pressure before. I feel slower. More fragile.

This body needs to sleep, needs to eat, needs to stay clean. Needs to exercise, needs to avoid getting sick. It needs too much.

And I'm not as quick to calculate or to multi-task. Skills that rely on muscle memory for a human? I'm not sure what carried over and what didn't. Thus, the need for practice.

[deployed]

[ oof ]

I'm sorry. I didn't realize it would be that much of a shock.

I can help you with the weapons. And with fist-fighting, though I'm not as skilled at that as others might be.

[saviorexe]

It’s all right. I don’t expect anyone to relate; and it’s not an experience I’d wish on anyone else, either.

But I’d be grateful.

So where did you get your hands on a firearm anyhow?

[deployed]

I lifted them off soldiers during the monster attack and stashed them somewhere I could go back to.

[saviorexe]

[Before his own arrival, then.]

Smart.

Hopefully there won’t be a real need to use them anytime soon.