Day 1 - Bag 'Em and Tag'Em

[Corporal Light]

Ballad could just feel the tension resonating off of the people in front of him. Metaphorically speaking, it was thick enough to cut with a knife. Failing that, it would metaphorically speaking also try to slice it up into itty bitty little pieces with a friggin tension sword. To be honest, he really wasn't going to like getting into a fight like this, especially since this... Desco thing is staring at him with... a lot of yellow eyes. The eyebrows on Ballad's head did not move, though close inspection of his eyes could reveal that he was thinking. Thinking about his next move. Now that he actually was thinking, he realized that his former exit strategy couldn't have possibly worked. The.. Desco thing would have knocked him over or crippled him before he could even get close to the range. Alright, new plan. Still gonna kick the kid first, but instead of hitting the... other kid who looks exactly like the other kid, I'll just shoot at the Desco and ignore the other kid. The other kid doesn't look like that much of a threat. Hopefully, doing that would give him enough time to reach the range and possibly escape into the crowd.

Ballad let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a few moments. Alright, lets recap. Step one, kick the kid. Step two, shoot one of the eyes of the Desco. He could do that easily, especially at this range. Step three, get to the range. Sounds like a plan for the ages. Should be, considering I just made it all up in less than thirty seconds flat. Some kind of new fucking record. Opening his eyes, he sees the kid and the Desco were still more or less in the same positions, still angry and looking like she was ready to punch him. Should be as quick as I can with her, though, especially if she is anything like this... Desco. Deciding on his course of actions, he was about to act.

"So, what's going on here? Some kind of party?"

Suddenly, he felt his right shoulder sink slightly, as if a force was pressing up against it. As this happened, he felt something pass by his right arm, a few inches underneath his revolver. Letting in an intake of breath, his right thumb twitches towards the hammer of his revolver, almost cocking it. However, he manages to stop himself just in time. But Ballad was honestly getting pretty annoyed with people surprising him like this, as one day someone is going to do it, and he's going to shoot them. Not here, though, mostly because he doesn't want to miss and potentially hit someone who has literally nothing to do with the situation.

Sighing, Ballad rolls his eyes towards his right, getting a good look at the person sneaking up on him this time. What he saw was, for lack of a better term... well, he didn't have a better term. In fact, he didn't have a term at all. He had no way to describe what was in front of him. The man was pale, almost as white as the snow on his home planet. And his eyes.... they had the look of a crazy person. Or was it the way they looked like they were surrounded by shadows? Whatever the case, this guy was simply disturbing. Finally, a term to describe people that wasn't stupid, impressionable, or chaotic. Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if this guy was a chaotic. Well, shit, there goes any real reason to listen to this guy.

However, the thing that was most alarming about the man was the weapon in his left hand. It... looked to be a gun, but what kind of gun looks like that? It had no rotating cylinder, and it didn't appear to have a hammer to cock the weapon. So how exactly was this man going to use the gun if he planned to use it? He couldn't cock a hammer to fire the thing because there WAS no hammer, and he couldn't reload it because there wasn't a MEANS TO RELOAD IT. I swear, I'm the only goddamn gunsmith in existence who knows how to make a gun.

Taking a few seconds to get out of his thoughts on concentrate on what the man just said, he responds with "Did you... seriously think it was a smart plan to be walking up to people while they are waving a gun around? I get that you also have a gun, and therefore were equally matched sorta, but I would also not think this time to be joking. A guy holding a gun in his hand isn't exactly a 'funny' situation, either," as he stares at him. He was about to respond to his question after expressing his gripes when the kid did it for him. He had to admit, even though the kid bumped into him, she had a damn good point. He might as well give her that. Besides, he didn't get this far not noticing when he had fucked up. Not that he fucked up that often. Hell, this was his first fuck up so far.

Looking back to the kid, he says "I'll give you that. A gun in public isn't always the safest thing on earth. However, there is something I have that most others don't." Slowly moving his arm up and over the man's head, he lowers the gun slightly, keeping his fingers off the trigger as he lowers it to around his chest area. The barrel was aimed at the ground, and the kid could easily get a good look at it. "What I have that most others don't is that I made this gun. I don't know about this guy," he says, gesturing a thumb at the man leaning on his shoulder, "but I know this weapon inside and out. How everything works. Thus, I'm more than qualified to be operating it in potentially unorthodox situations like right now. And I WAS aware of the potential danger, in case your ears didn't work, because I was shouting at people to pay attention and not bump into me." Ballad ends his sentence with a matter-of-factly tone of voice, keeping an eye on the kid. After a few more seconds, the Desco started talking. He still couldn't understand why she couldn't just say 'I' or 'me' or 'we' like a normal person. Though I'll take her word for what its worth. Even though she is a kid, it's probably smart to just say I was sorry and not invoke the wrath of a potential god.

Slowly parting his coat, he slides his revolver into its leather holster, the holster itself hidden in shroud of darkness behind his coat. As he does this, he keeps talking. "Though your friend has a point, I'll give her that. I'll be a man and apologize. Just don't fucking walk up to somebody working on a gun when he's warned a lot of others already to not interrupt him. At that point, if you do get hurt, you have no one to blame but yourself."