curse of the fold --- open, weapon supply run

[capt. salem]

| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE

Thank the gods for little abandoned gun shops. Sure, it might be a little silly to have led a whole party of people on a multiple day trek to finally reach such a small destination, but everything close to the Badlands borders had been picked clean.

Even the gun shop was looking a little worse for the wear, but thankfully it didn't seem like any large-scale scavenging efforts had been made; individuals had taken things in the past, sure, but nobody had picked it clean.

"Alright, everybody go in and take what you want. I'll start gathering up the bullets," Salem said, already walking inside with quick steps to start going through the shelves in the shop.

[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]

[ARCHER]

[align=center][div style="width: 480px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: #484848; word-spacing: 4px; line-height: 22px;"][color=#641F11]two for the presence of a gun

archer took pride in many aspects of his life. his alcohol related abilities (including making and consumption), his appearance, his skill with women, and his guns. truthfully, he assumed most people hadn't had them before the world went dark. he'd been a spy since his mother founded odin, and even before that, she'd been a spy for the entirety of his childhood. he was more than a little familiar with firearms, and just about the first thing he'd learned about them was how to take care of them.

see, guns used to cost money. a lot of money. and, for something that costed so much, they were remarkably fragile. they needed to be cleaned and upkept and cared for, and he did so with the same fervor that he cared for his own infant son. among the many important methods of caring for his guns, one of the important ones was not overusing them. pulling the same trigger every day wore out the mechanisms, degrading them overtime, and eventually rendering the weapon useless and broken. and without krieger around to fix shit, archer knew this was especially important.

so, excited about the opportunity of collecting more, archer went along on the little shopping spree. donning a black turtleneck, hair perfectly combed despite the circumstance of the trek, he moved into the shop, eyes combing the walls as he observed the options, before excitedly lifting a large one out of a broken display case.

[color=#641F11]"a smith and wesson .223 rem 5.56 ar-15," he whispers, voice tight and literal tears brimming his eyes, [color=#641F11]"this must be what true love feels like." said of course by the man with a child and a... lana.

[capt. salem]

| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE

tw: talk of guns and presence of guns

Guns were fickle, fragile, and Salem rarely used his. His scimitar served him well enough for most conflicts, and it was remarkably uncommon occurrence for a gunfight to break out in the Badlands that hadn't been caused by the Badlands, and therefore appropriately prepared for.

Still, firearms were an important part of a defensible group; and Salem knew that, so he felt that keeping the populace of the group armed was one of his top priorities. Still, he didn't know jack shit about guns apart from knowledge scraped from how prominent they were nowadays; he hadn't been raised around firearms, apart from his father's handgun which he'd never gotten to touch or use, and people didn't usually teach classes about them nowadays.

But hey, experience was the best way to learn, right? He'd learned about kickback from getting knocked on his back from it, and he found out about proper gun cleaning after destroying one from the misuse. Perhaps he should find somebody to teach a class on gun handling and care- eh, that was a problem for later.

After filling his bag with boxes of ammunition from a few of the shelves, he stepped back and observed the rest of the little shopping crew. He noticed Archer, tears in his eyes, whispering lovingly to some firearms; and some part of Salem didn't want to know what the fuck that meant, but the larger part of him wanted to know so he could make fun of Archer for it, so he approached.

"Find anything good?" Salem said, attempting to clap the other man on the back and peer over his shoulder at whatever guns he'd acquired.

[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]