04-01-2016, 11:53 PM
After the display of the Goron Cheiftan, and following Nealapph. Connor claims one of the obsidian tents that Nealaphh made. It was at the end of the row of tents created by the Eldritch being. Connor sist in the middle and closes his eyes, thinking about his severe lack of ammunition. He breathes deeply and slowly, putting in his mind the three separate types of magazines for his three guns.
A 5 by 6 array of FN 20 round magazines for his SCAR PDW flash into existence in front of Connor, they are all fully loaded, and a dusty brown color. Then a 6 by 7 array of matte black 9 round pistol magazines custom made for Lycöan, and a 3 by 3 square of 33 round magazines designed for his Glock 18, Lupa. Connor stands and checks each and every magazine, making sure they all are filled to capacity. He puts two of the 33 round mags on the left side of his belt, and two of the 9 round clips on the right. Then he sticks two FN mags in the two slots on his belt.
Connor looks at the ammo on the floor,
“Huh...I should have probably done a better system of this, God I need more storage space”, he picks up two more of the FN mags and goes over to his bike which has his trenchcoat draped over it. He lifts his coat and puts it on completely, he takes the two magazines and puts them in the two inner pockets. He notices something off, he pats his pockets from the outside and he can feel, nothing actually. There is no weight or form in his pockets, yet when he sticks his hands inside, he can feel each magazine separately. He makes a quick theory and decides to test it, taking both an FN and a Glock magazine, he puts the longer mag in his left pocket, and the bulkier mag in his right, again, he doesn't feel their weight, and both slip right in. He shrugs,
“Cool”, he gives his signature half smile and evens out the pockets really quick, then systematically put more mags of the three types until all of them are in, and both pockets have equal amounts.
He sits back down, unholstering Lycöan, Lupa, and taking off his SCAR. He drops all of their mags and dechambers their current bullet. He puts these bullets in their respective magazines. He takes the guns apart and cleans them, starting with the SCAR. He makes sure the barrels are clean and smooth, that each and every part can move freely and doesn't stick. Once satisfied, Connor loads the guns with their respective magazine. On each gun he chambers the first round and places them on safety. He stands up and puts the guns in their proper spots.
He pokes his head out and sees Nealapph walking over. Connor goes over to him,
“Hey Nealapph, several questions, can you manipulate the fabric of space? Also did you happen to have done that to my jacket? I mean it's okay if you did, but even though that was a nice surprise, I would have liked to have been notified. Finally, do you need any of my help?”
A 5 by 6 array of FN 20 round magazines for his SCAR PDW flash into existence in front of Connor, they are all fully loaded, and a dusty brown color. Then a 6 by 7 array of matte black 9 round pistol magazines custom made for Lycöan, and a 3 by 3 square of 33 round magazines designed for his Glock 18, Lupa. Connor stands and checks each and every magazine, making sure they all are filled to capacity. He puts two of the 33 round mags on the left side of his belt, and two of the 9 round clips on the right. Then he sticks two FN mags in the two slots on his belt.
Connor looks at the ammo on the floor,
“Huh...I should have probably done a better system of this, God I need more storage space”, he picks up two more of the FN mags and goes over to his bike which has his trenchcoat draped over it. He lifts his coat and puts it on completely, he takes the two magazines and puts them in the two inner pockets. He notices something off, he pats his pockets from the outside and he can feel, nothing actually. There is no weight or form in his pockets, yet when he sticks his hands inside, he can feel each magazine separately. He makes a quick theory and decides to test it, taking both an FN and a Glock magazine, he puts the longer mag in his left pocket, and the bulkier mag in his right, again, he doesn't feel their weight, and both slip right in. He shrugs,
“Cool”, he gives his signature half smile and evens out the pockets really quick, then systematically put more mags of the three types until all of them are in, and both pockets have equal amounts.
He sits back down, unholstering Lycöan, Lupa, and taking off his SCAR. He drops all of their mags and dechambers their current bullet. He puts these bullets in their respective magazines. He takes the guns apart and cleans them, starting with the SCAR. He makes sure the barrels are clean and smooth, that each and every part can move freely and doesn't stick. Once satisfied, Connor loads the guns with their respective magazine. On each gun he chambers the first round and places them on safety. He stands up and puts the guns in their proper spots.
He pokes his head out and sees Nealapph walking over. Connor goes over to him,
“Hey Nealapph, several questions, can you manipulate the fabric of space? Also did you happen to have done that to my jacket? I mean it's okay if you did, but even though that was a nice surprise, I would have liked to have been notified. Finally, do you need any of my help?”