Musketoon Nostalgia

[Wesker]

Eloise's Office, Boulogne Base, Picardy
12/12/741 A.G.S, 3:15

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Fear shot down her spine as the door slammed open, her hand twitching over her weapon holster before she realized the brigand was on scene to talk.

Hello erhm... I've forgotten your name. Eloise wants to see you down in the hangar.

Merde. Marie muttered again as fear shot down her spine, fear of the worst for her craft rather than her own well-being. That craft was a bit more than just it's name to Marie. If anything bad were to happen there would be quite a rigorous flux of emotions that would amount to someone getting hurt, or killed. After thinking for a second, she jumped out of her chair and walked out to meet Eloise.

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[Laz]

Alice followed this rather jolly Brigand through the halls and corridors of Boulogne back down to the hangar; carrying a persistent fear of what horrific things have been done to her craft the entire time. What was a previously short walk felt long and drawn out, as if the Brigand had no definition of pace.

Walking out into the hangar the sight could be seen. There were definitely new guns mounted on to this thing. The colours were off and the designs didn't really fit the Lynx, but aesthetics aside, they were functional. Probably. Eloise was still coordinating people, but the was a significantly lower amount of people working in the hangar now. Most had disappeared elsewhere around the station, either doing other tasks or relaxing. After a brief moment, Eloise took notice of her guest.

"Well, I know it doesn't look perfect..." She gestured at the overall ship behind her. "But! But if I've calculated everything correctly, the weapons should function fine. They are all Arquebus, but now we've got all the measurements and internals written down, it should be rather easy to replace them if you so desire. And yes, the aesthetics could really use some work, but I thought it better to consult you on that first. Right now, you could leave with this, or we can work on things a bit more to get them how you like it. You might prefer Council hands for that, or at least I would imagine."

While finishing her sentence, Eloise turned to inspect one of the guns on the lower section of the hull, drawing attention to the bad clash of colours.

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