Okay so Train had no idea what was going on but he'd been told he could find weapons over here? Not that anyone could replace his Hades, but if he could just find a gun he could probably make it work. For a little while. Maybe.
The important thing was that he needed a weapon. He felt weird not having one, like he had his shoe on the wrong foot or something (he didn't, he'd already checked). Anyway, he'd been on his way to find the blacksmith or whatever, but he'd been distracted by the smell coming from a food truck along the way. And he didn't have any money, just his luck, and without Sven there to pay for it... he was staring at the food and doing his best to look as pitiful as possible in hopes that some passerby or the people running the food truck would feed him before he starved to death.
The fact that his stomach was grumbling at the sight and smell of food only helped, right?
II
A flintlock. Train hadn't been expecting a good gun or anything, but even he might not be able to do anything with this. One way to find out, really... try it out.
The gun was loaded and ready to go, and Train frowned as he sighted down the barrel of the gun, pointing it at one of the targets in mid-range from him. Draw the hammer fully back, squeeze the trigger and...
A tiny piece from one side of the target got blasted off as he almost missed it entirely. Train stared incredulously at the target before glaring down at his weapon.
"Jeez! Can't I get a better gun from someone? This is worse than the one I had as a kid!"
Train Heartnet | Black Cat
Okay so Train had no idea what was going on but he'd been told he could find weapons over here? Not that anyone could replace his Hades, but if he could just find a gun he could probably make it work. For a little while. Maybe.
The important thing was that he needed a weapon. He felt weird not having one, like he had his shoe on the wrong foot or something (he didn't, he'd already checked). Anyway, he'd been on his way to find the blacksmith or whatever, but he'd been distracted by the smell coming from a food truck along the way. And he didn't have any money, just his luck, and without Sven there to pay for it... he was staring at the food and doing his best to look as pitiful as possible in hopes that some passerby or the people running the food truck would feed him before he starved to death.
The fact that his stomach was grumbling at the sight and smell of food only helped, right?
II
A flintlock. Train hadn't been expecting a good gun or anything, but even he might not be able to do anything with this. One way to find out, really... try it out.
The gun was loaded and ready to go, and Train frowned as he sighted down the barrel of the gun, pointing it at one of the targets in mid-range from him. Draw the hammer fully back, squeeze the trigger and...
A tiny piece from one side of the target got blasted off as he almost missed it entirely. Train stared incredulously at the target before glaring down at his weapon.
"Jeez! Can't I get a better gun from someone? This is worse than the one I had as a kid!"