06-30-2023, 03:26:12 AM
Omen stares at the revolver. The memory of constant drilling with this very revolver daily floods back to him. He had done these drills for... at a minimum, he'd wager several months- at maximum around 2 years. More than enough time to get acquainted with any possible tool. He's upset that he never really got to use it how he intended to- shooting suits dead and breaking the stray drone here and there.
But all that training accounted for something. These months or years have practically ingrained these skills into Omen's nature. No technology that Mission had would erase these skills- at the very best, he'd be sent back a year or a few months back in experience.
There never was a chance for the miracle's cost to take these memories away for him. The memory to draw, aim, fire, reload.
The revolver lifts up, seemingly by itself, and peacefully floats right in front of Omen.
He inspects it- it's a rather simple, but masterfully crafted gun- perfectly crafted iron to spit out perfectly calibrated lead. There are no designs or carvings, because Omen had admittedly hoped that this gun alone, by itself, would have become a symbol of sorts once he had achieved his victory. But we all know how that ended now, don't we?
That downer story asides... Ah. His revolver. Custom-made destruction is back in his hands- no, the cold steel- nonono, he tries to spin the revolver as his ghostly grip...
... okay let's be real, this would have been a lot more grandiose if The Situation didn't happen. It was supposed to be like an unearthed weapon, a symbol of reignited hope. Hell, he'd take his time and count the bullets and everything, and mutter to himself that hey, there's 6 bullets right now or something.
But now it's just his custom revolver he got through what he now remembers was a stupid stroke of luck, through a connection he never expected would come back to him, unfortunate circumstances and lots of nodding along. A gun that expressed tremendous disappointment in its past story, from beginning to ending, only barely buried enough for it to itch rather than sting. And now, its new story has begun with hope that was tainted by failure.
Omen simply holsters it on the other side of his belt, besides his sword- his resentment and his desire to be done with this day growing by the second.
> Acquire the Disappointing Revolver. There are 5 bullets remaining.
But all that training accounted for something. These months or years have practically ingrained these skills into Omen's nature. No technology that Mission had would erase these skills- at the very best, he'd be sent back a year or a few months back in experience.
There never was a chance for the miracle's cost to take these memories away for him. The memory to draw, aim, fire, reload.
The revolver lifts up, seemingly by itself, and peacefully floats right in front of Omen.
He inspects it- it's a rather simple, but masterfully crafted gun- perfectly crafted iron to spit out perfectly calibrated lead. There are no designs or carvings, because Omen had admittedly hoped that this gun alone, by itself, would have become a symbol of sorts once he had achieved his victory. But we all know how that ended now, don't we?
That downer story asides... Ah. His revolver. Custom-made destruction is back in his hands- no, the cold steel- nonono, he tries to spin the revolver as his ghostly grip...
... okay let's be real, this would have been a lot more grandiose if The Situation didn't happen. It was supposed to be like an unearthed weapon, a symbol of reignited hope. Hell, he'd take his time and count the bullets and everything, and mutter to himself that hey, there's 6 bullets right now or something.
But now it's just his custom revolver he got through what he now remembers was a stupid stroke of luck, through a connection he never expected would come back to him, unfortunate circumstances and lots of nodding along. A gun that expressed tremendous disappointment in its past story, from beginning to ending, only barely buried enough for it to itch rather than sting. And now, its new story has begun with hope that was tainted by failure.
Omen simply holsters it on the other side of his belt, besides his sword- his resentment and his desire to be done with this day growing by the second.
> Acquire the Disappointing Revolver. There are 5 bullets remaining.
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