Vakolic wrote:The group at the slave market had obviously conducted a major sin that day, as they atracted Jean-luc Gordavris.
Jean-luc hadn't got a group so he figured that Liam, who had the largest, could really do with a little help. Besides, Liam in a slave market could start a major political discussion if he wasn't watched.
"Ah, do we have some new arrivals? My name is Jean-luc Gordavris, I'm also from the uldartre academy."
He surveyed the small group before something jumped out at him what? What did Lucis need with anything flesh and blood. "Lucis, why do you need a slave? I thought you'd do a lot of your own work yourself. And you do know that those collars are only meant for transport, don't you?"
"Nice of you to put in an appearance Jean-luc, we're going to a firearms store now."
"Which firearms store?"
"Marschen is good isn't it. I'm not really that big on guns, apart from the fact that I own about 8 and know what's good for what situations and how to asemble it."
He removed a bulky sub machine gun from his coat. Despite any intelligent concerns telling her not to, Camelia made a grab for the gun.
"Don't worry," Liam said. "You can have it," before handing it over. "It's a custom long-firing zh-91. They're possibly the best you can buy. Do what you need too with it."
For once, Camelia was too dumbstruck to speak. Was this rather upper-class boy actually providing her with a highly deadly weapon? The final blow came when he opened his pocket. "Take some ammo as well. You'll be needing it."
Jean-luc too was surprised. "Liam," he said. "That's someone elses property, and you're giving it a gun? I thought you were responsible enough not to do that."
Almost immediately, William felt an icy chill run down his back at the sound the newcomer's voice. He knew right away that this Jean-luc character was one whom he would rather much like to avoid within his near future. He froze, a jolt rising from his stomach coming up from his throat, as the little boy's eyes darted from student to student to slave and until they finally landed on the weapon. William chewed on his lip as he did so. He had a feeling where the conversation could go, and he didn't want to be in the middle of it if some fight was about to go down. The boy chewed on the inside of his lip, as if unsure how to proceed. But hopped down from his large bag just the same, dragging it alongside him, inching closer to Lucis.
It was a bit strange, but Will felt a bit safer as he did so. Then again, Lucis and Osman were the only one he knew or at least, as well as he could given the fact he hadn't been in the country long enough and had barely spoken to the others. Nonetheless, the boy felt a bit safer as his eyes darted from his fellow students, the slave and then to the gun.
From what he had seen of the country--which mind you, wasn't a lot--it had seemed relatively safe. Or at least the optimist in him wanted to think so. But it appeared that everyone else thought otherwise. Why else would they be so fixated on their weapons? But if that was the case, wouldn't they want their slaves to be safe too?
"Wh-why," The little boy whispered to no one in particular, "Can't she have a gun? Even if she is someone's property, wouldn't it be safer for her...owner? I mean, if she were to be injured doesn't that create a liability? Doesn't that waste the money that was spent? Wouldn't make more sense if she had the power to protect herself?"
His question was innocent of course, but immediately the young boy wondered if he had spoken out of turn. After all, he had opened his mouth without thinking. His eyes wearily scanned the group.
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