Silence means consent. Drag that monkey in there to let the Major do with as he sees fit.
You drag the gorilla back to the city hall and present his floppy arm to the mayor.
"Oh my," The mayor says, clearly quite alarmed by the injury, "I believe we can fix this."
(Ok, magilla here is spending more time then not brain dead. Votes to kick him out of the car and open up room for both our new and hopefully more active players?)
((Dammit me posting an action was a dream then))
Go check the map in the car and make my way to the diner.
You make your way back towards the car but don't bother to stop at it since the diner is literally right there at the end of the street and you can see it from here. You walk into the diner, pushing your way through the double glass doors and into the pristine white tile, chrome and linoleum interior. Every single person in the place turns in unison to look at you. Thats a bit off putting. You do notice, however, what appears to be a large hyena man sitting in one of the booths. He, at least, is looking at you with mild confusion and curiosity rather then the strange glee of the town's normal citizens.
Hyenakles clears his throat, and looks at the waiter. And then clears his throat again.
"Hey, waiter? Somebody? I'd like to make an order."
Order that steak. If nobody comes to me, go to them. Shake my deer shank at them if I have to.
You manage to get one of the waitresses' attention via waving of shanks and shouting but when you put in an order for steak she seems a bit perplexed. But she nods and heads off into the back, whispering things to the cooks.
((Alright. While I'll be gone, I will trust my character to Irony and/or Xan, whoever is available when it's time to post action. Please don't kill my char and don't take his stuff while he's alive. Behave, don't waste bullets on strangers, don't break the orb - that might be dangerous, DON'T LOSE THE GODDAMN GUN AND CLIPS THEY'RE MY PRECIOUSssss.))
Oh, for the love of... How am I supposed to load these?
John puts on his leathery gloves - better to keep those on, as he was just harshly reminded. Hopefully he'll manage to load at least some cartridges before they cut through fingertips.
He keeps staring at the orb for a second, just standing there. Then he takes off one of his gloves and reaches for the orb with an ungloved hand, carefully touching it. If something notable happens that instance, take a mental note of that. If nothing of note happens after that, he puts the glove back on and starts loading bullets again, now with gloves on, trying to hold cartridges by the bullet rather than the case, if possible. Check if there are any markings on the bottom of cartridges.
Load both clips, note how many cartridges fit in each one. Check that both clips fit the gun. Load a gun with a full clip, if it has a safety, put the cartridge in the chamber (via manually performing part of the gun's firing cycle, barrel pointing to the side where nobody stands, y'know), and put it on saftey. De-cock the hammer if it isn't done automatically and the hammer is on the outside of the gun. If it doesn't have saftey, then just don't load the cartridge in a chamber.
These things done, John carefully takes the cartridge box, still in gloves (doesn't really matter if it is empty after loading bullets or not, that'll be handy later for putting a fire on) and puts it in his backpocket, maybe crumpling it a bit. He tucks the gun in his belt, ensuring it sits there tight, gets the orb and walks out the door, heading to the Town Hall, to consult with Xankarvo about this orb. While walking there, he keeps watching at it in his hands.
Just as well, not sure how they would react to your blood anyways.
You carefully load nine rounds into the magazine and slip it back into the gun. The gun itself only has one magazine, the one it had in it, and there are no extras. You've got a box of 28 rounds, a magazine that holds 9 rounds, and nothing else. The cartridges are unlabeled, no make or model or numbers stamped anywhere, including the ends. You ain't got no clips, and clips ain't even what you load in a pistol.
The orb has a definite heaviness to it, and it makes your hand and arm tingle. Beyond that however, there are no obvious effects.
You put the orb back down. You stick the TIN (ie a metal, hard to crumple) box into your bag, tuck the gun into your belt, and take the orb in one hand before walking out of the shop. You see Xan walking across the street toward the diner as you step out and follow him, idly testing the weight of the orb by flexing your arm and lifting it a bit. It feels like it weighs a good 20 pounds or so, despite not being much bigger then a billiard ball. The odd hexagonal rods protruding out of it feel a tiny bit loose, as though they're just stuck into the ball, not part of it.
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