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Mortimer fumbled with his keys for a moment before finally opening the door with his left hand. "Come in, come in," he said to Phear and Tsuki, holding the door open. "Sorry about the mess, I just got in this morning and haven't found the time to unpack." He set the brochures and mug down on the desk and picked up a crowbar resting against the desk. Walking around to the wooden crate, he began to pry up the lid, revealing a huge number of books. After he had pried up three or four planks, he leaned in, muttering to himself: "Let's see... Whitney, von Junzt... oh, and Ivonis." He straightened up, holding three sheafs of paper, which he tucked into the inside pocket of his blazer. "Now, chalk, chalk..." he muttered, turning toward the suitcases. He opened the nearest one and started tossing clothes and other items out onto the floor. "Aha!" he said softly after a minute or two. "Got it!" He stood up again, peering into a small leather bag. "Sorry about that," he said after a moment, "I'm still a little disorganized from moving." He slipped the leather bag into his other inside pocket.

She came in behind looking distracted. "Thanks." she said rolling her eyes. "Why do you keep calling me that?" she asked.

"Okay then I get to call you Baka-san" she said smiling a bit before going past him a bit further into the room.

Phear eyed the revolver and snickered, "Your gonna need a bigger gun. Or at least one with full auto." He reached into his coat and pulled out a freakishly large black metal handgun. A name was carved into the side of the gun. It read, "Gunmetal Hound". Phear popped out the clip and placed a bullet the size of a shotgun shell on the table, "This is what it fires." He rolled the bullet toward Mortimer. "Its a custom .75 caliber hollow point round weighing a half pound. It fires over 4500 feet per second, anything it touches will be obliterated." He picked up the gun, "This is a custom model I made after the Purging Wars. It saved my life a few times since then. Its an auto loading design and a custom sight system and a grip fitted for my hand. It has a seven round mag." He cocked the gun with a deadly sounding click of metal and pointed it at Mortimers's face. The opening of the gun barrel was larger than a quarter. "Imagine this is the last thing you see in this world is the barrel of this gun." He pulled the hammer back and released the safety, the huge hunk of metal now stared Mortimer in the face with Phear's finger on the trigger...

Mortimer blinked, looking up as Phear released the safety. "Cool," he remarked, glancing at the bullet on the table. "Kind of expensive, though." He regarded the barrel pensively for a moment, then shrugged as he quickly finished cleaning and reassembling the revolver. Raising it to eye level, he pointed it at one of the bookshelves and pulled the trigger experimentally, nodding as it fell smoothly. He loaded it with .38 rounds and slipped the gun inside his jacket. "I like the Detective Special. It's small, and effective enough against normal people, or even some less-than-normal nasties. For the other stuff... well, I use other talents."

"Well Baka-san..." she pulls a sort of capsule from her back pocket and opens it revealing a knife. She waited a second then the knife glowed and was suddenly deep in the wall across from her. "It 99.9% of the time never misses." she walks over and yanks it from the wall. 'Easily mistaken for pepper spray if used correctly.

Phear's ears twitches when he heard a rustling. "You have something do you?" He asked Mortimer.