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In light of recent events, I think it might be wise for me to test a few items I've obtained over the past few months. Initially, I'd resisted using them until I absolutely had to because they had a limited charge, but now it would seem that I have the charger. I'll be able to reuse them.

[Torin strokes his moustache thoughtfully before continuing.]

Would anyone care to join me in testing a few things? I am not quite sure where would be best to set up--a firing range would be ideal, but possibly a bit too open for our purposes. I don't think this should involve anything too flashy, but...

[He produces his GigaGaburevolver to show off some of what he'll be testing.]

It would still be best if this were tested outdoors.

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[Have an interested-sounding werewolf.]

If you don't mind testing them at night, I have various skills that may be of use in the testing process. They only seem to be active after sunset, however.

[Which is a bit of a relief to him, actually. He has a few hours, when the sun is up and he's not asleep, when he doesn't break things. Might also be making it harder to get used to, though....]

Actually, I was thinking nighttime might be the best time to test things. The shop would be closed, and we'd be far less likely to be seen.

Perfect. Ah, any night but tonight. I've got a prior engagement tonight. Tomorrow, perhaps? Or the night after?

[He hasn't gotten a new job yet, can you tell? Though he's hopeful about an interview he has planned for Monday....]

The night after might be best--that will give me a chance to double-check the shop's schedule.

[Ouch, the giant birdman has a job...]

[Lyall pauses to check his calendar, just in case.]

Perhaps the night after that, actually? I've been invited to Germany, it seems, to meet the mayor and some of the local citizens in that new location over there.

[Look, he actually does have something that needs doing! Amazing.]

Ah, you'll have to tell me how that goes! I also received an invitation, but I had to decline. I'd prefer to stay here in Locke, lest the mafia catch wind of so many of our number going over there and think the time is right to try something untoward.

Oh, that's good. I'm glad someone will. Nick has to, of course, since he can't exactly make it public that he's dallying about with the rest of us, but it's good to know there will still be others here. I'm not sure if we ought to expect trouble overseas, either, but there will be enough of us there to handle it if it crops up, I imagine.

That's part of the reason I want to test these things now, rather than later. I'd hate to run into a problem with them in a time of need.

[There's the sound of a grin in his voice, despite the fact that beaks don't grin.]

And I must confess, I'm quite curious at this point.

I would be, as well. I probably could not have waited as long as you are-- the one gadget I've received, I put to use immediately. Of course, mine is fairly benign and has no magical qualities, either.

Mine had a limited charge before I got the charger back.

[He chuckles.]

I had to make sure it would count.

Entirely understandable. Mine are simply very fancy spectacles with distance-viewing apparatus, so no charges to worry about.

Well. Do let me know what your schedule is like, and we can see what it will do, now?

They still sound like they'd be fascinating to use.

I'll be certain to let you know! And you'll have to tell me how it goes in Europe.

Of course, of course. With any luck, it will go well, and we can start off one of these things on a good note.

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It was late on the appointed night, and Torin had located a rarely-used park that might be suitable for their needs. It was run-down, and hardly anyone used it. He suspected he might have badly frightened an inebriated homeless man, who, upon seeing a winged figure in white robes, ran off yelling about repenting and coming clean for his sins. Otherwise, the park was quiet, and Torin had just finished setting up a few targets in the form of empty cans some distance away. He hefted the gun and looked back at the others. "I'm ready whenever you are." Not that he anticipated any trouble, but to do otherwise seemed rude.

Lyall, wearing a long coat buttoned over only loose pants and loafer-stype shoes, in case any furry-type werewolfing needs to happen, nodded. He'd tried not to laugh at the poor fellow they'd run off, but it'd been hard. Now, though, he was all serious again. "Do you want me by the targets, or behind you, in case it does anything untoward?"

L was uncomfortable being out so late; his nightvision was about average for a human, and every shadow and movement in his peripheral sight was enough to make him jumpy and nervous. That being said, he understood fully that being out with other, more powerful Numbered individuals made this possibly safer than anywhere else he could be tonight. Torin, especially, was armed, and though L's last conversation with Lyall hadn't gone particularly smoothly... maybe the teacher could understand the nature of trauma and what it had inspired L to say enough to at least tolerate his presence.

He stood aside, a slender figure in dark clothes, giving Torin a nod to indicate that he was prepared for whatever the test might entail. Sudden sounds, bright flashes... all were possibilities he thought he could handle. "Anything untoward" was a possibility, but he was standing clear enough to be safe from it. Probably.

"Over to the side might be safest. I...don't think standing immediately in front of me or behind me would be a good idea." Not that he can put a finger on why. He walks out to what he thinks is a safe distance away from L and Lyall, gives them both a nod, and pulls out a silver battery as he draws his weird handgun. He takes a deep breath and presses a button on the side of the battery. "Brave in!" And he slots that battery into the gun's open "mouth."

He snaps the "mouth" shut, and the gun shouts "GIGAGABURINCHO! BRAGIGAS!" Torin seems unfazed by that. "Kyoryu Change!"

What happens next just might be a little weird for his two audience members. The gun starts playing music, a sort of electric guitar riff, and Torin just does what feels most natural. He dances. He's hopping around and sort of strumming on the gun as though it were a guitar. As he does so, he feels the hollow sensation of another Echo, but he ignores it. Not now, not while he's busy.

"Fire!" Done with the dance, Torin fires the gun at one of the targets. An energy projection that looks like a toothy brachiosaur head fires out, demolishing the target, and swoops back around to chomp down on Torin. There's a flash of light, and he's suddenly clad in silver spandex and wearing a silver helmet. More memory kicks in, and Torin performs a little bit of air punching--and a snap--before finally striking a pose. "The Radiant Hero! Kyoryu Silver!" Behind him, there's an explosion of silver smoke. If Lyall noticed that smoke had a smell, that smell would be bravery.

Yeah, that's pretty strange. Lyall stares-- and does, indeed, notice the smoke smell, though "bravery" is not really the name he puts to it-- and then, once it's all over and he's stared long enough, he promptly puts a hand to his mouth to staunch the ridiculous and probably rude desire to laugh. "It's like-- like one of those magical girls--" Except it was a giant bird-man who now looks a little like Hajime in his Chalice form. Only a lot more colorful.

He's still trying not to laugh, though his mind is putting those connections together, too.

It's one of the most bizarre things L has ever seen, and that is saying something. Unlike Lyall, he doesn't find the process funny; mostly, he's concerned that the lights and sound it generates will draw unwanted attention. Not that anyone sane would attempt to attack a creature looking as Torin currently does; a little parrot might have been one thing, but "The Radiant Hero, Kyoryu Silver" is quite another.

"That's..." he says, realizing he's grappling with a way to describe, nay, even explain what he's looking at. "It's very impressive, I think."

It's honest, if slightly bewildered.

"Magical girls?" Torin actually laughs a bit at Lyall's comparison. "Perhaps it's as flashy, true. Not much of a transformation for stealth." But it was his, and it felt very right. Like he could fight off an army if he had to "It feels...well, wonderful."

And there's a nod of thanks at L's assessment. "Let's see if the rest of it is just as impressive. He pulls out the second battery. "Stand back."

He presses a button on the side of the battery, activating the charge, and puts it into the gun. "GABURINCHO! OVIRAPPOO!" And with that, he takes aim at the target and pulls the trigger.

"VAMOLA! POOOOOOOOOO!" The gun happily continues yelling as a cloud of what can only be described as thick, brownish noxious fart gas is fired in front of Torin. The smell is bad enough that Torin seems to notice it through his helmet, and he takes a step back. No, he wasn't expecting that.

Lyall, being more sensitive to such things to begin with, actually starts to cough, and backs away hurriedly, waving a hand in front of his face. The general smell itself doesn't usually bother him, but that concentrated a dose of anything will basically overload the olfactory center when you're sense of smell beats out a bloodhound's.

At least the urge to laugh is gone, for now. "What is that-- methane? What could-- what could be the point of that?"

L doesn't need to be told twice to stand back; the second the words have left Torin's mouth he's taking several paces backward. He's somewhat glad he did when that noxious gas sprays out of the gun, very visibly polluting the air.

"Is that what it smells like?" he asks at Lyall's guess of methane. He sounds and looks uncertain, and even a little distressed that he can't observe it himself. He destroyed his own sense of smell a long time ago, so he has the opposite problem as Lyall.

Torin's wings snap out--where they stay when he's transformed and looking like a human in spandex is a mystery, and they're actually looking more like energy projections than solid wings--and start flapping to help drive the cloud away. "It could serve as a smokescreen, should the need arise. Or perhaps riot control."

He looks down at the last pink battery he's holding. "I wonder what this one's going to do."

Unbeknownst to Torin, the drunken bum they'd accidentally scared off earlier had wandered back over to where the targets were...surely nothing could go wrong.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to stand well back when you set it off," Lyall comments, still coughing, and still moving back. His eyes are even watering. That was a strong enough smell that his nose actually hurts: it's like an uncomfortable burning sensation. Smelling anything else is probably not going to happen for a few hours, but he's not taking any chances, given how badly that last one went over.

Maybe Torin didn't see the bum, but L noticed a shift in shadows, and he tenses in nervous anticipation. He doesn't want to see anyone get hurt, but he convinces himself that he imagined it.

Following Lyall's example, he also stands back a safe distance, still squinting at the targets, silently second-guessing himself.

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