"Take this as a new opportunity then, dear. From the ashes, within the reflection of a broken mirror is a choice. You can either take it or leave it. Embrace your humanity or continue down the path of a monster. I am hoping that your fire is a nurturing one, Rose. Like a fire at the centre of a hearth." The man begins coughing once more and covers his mouth with his sleeve. Each time he coughs, images seem to flicker around the man in the form of different apparel - in one moment he's bloodied and burnt, another he's clad in a dark chrome exosuit with a single foreboding optical as its visor. At the end of his hacking his entire body seemed rotted and wet, like it was sunken at the bottom of an ocean. Then he returned to normal, the same man Rose had been conversing with that entire time. "An old bird like me ought to get more rest. You can never get much in a place as busy as this." ~~~ "I'm quite fine with anything at your disposal. But I do have some requests." Lucien turns to a page in his compendium, revealing a long anti-tank rifle that had Russian scrawl below it in various areas. "PTRS-41. Used in an Old Earth war long ago. Semi-automatic tank rifle, which is something I'd prefer in all honesty."

[i]She raised an eyebrow at him confusedly, not quite believing that she had seen what she had seen. This place was beyond strange.[/i] ~~~~ Into the Ruskie stuff huh? I believe, if memory serves me right, the PTRS-D is the semi-automatic 14.5 mil, good for light armor. Used it to bust Panzers on the Eastern Front. [i]He walked into the Vertibird, and returned with the rifle, and a massive ammunition crate in his other hand.[/i] Old gun, lots of force behind her. Shoot it wrong outside of an exo or any armor frame, kiss your shoulder goodbye.

"I should be off now. Oh, and don't be too surprised. The Dojo is a crossroads for many strange things. How do you think Wilson and I met?" He laughs. A healthy laugh this time, like one filled with youth and rejuvenation. Not the hacking chuckle from earlier, but a much softer and smoother laugh. The man struggles getting out of his seat however. It was like watching an elderly person have trouble standing up after their brittle bones weakened with entropy. "Pardon me, do you mind fetching me my blade?" He points to an object leaning against the table, something that hadn't been seen before. A katana scabbard fitted with a napalm barrel and gun trigger, with an ornate handle of Celtic knots protruding from it. ~~~ "My thanks," Lucien said as he took the large rifle. The strange part about him was his complete lack of advanced armour - or any armour for that matter. His thick leather overcoat looked deceptively weak, but Lucien knew better. The weapon of deception was yet another one he had mastered, since he had learned to use opponents' underestimation of his gear a long time ago. He affixed a sling to the top of it before throwing it over his shoulder and flipping through the pages once more. Wilson saw another humanoid diagram - this one containing a tall figure of metal with many firearms... With a distinct cowboy hat. "I have another request, albeit a rather strange one. Would you happen to have an Old Earth 19th century 2-gauge Punt Gun? I understand if you do not, the mere acquisition of such an item is quite peculiar. But I am working on a small pet project involving the weapon."

[i]She stood, balancing her weight on her healthy foot, and reached for the blade, handing it to the man.[/i] ~~~~ Guess you wanna whoop a cowboy's *ss, then, huh? Have fun. I kinda wanna know how that turns out... [i]More for his own ideas and tweaking...[/i]

He takes the blade gingerly. "Thank you, dear," the man says as he uses the sheathed sword like a walking stick. "I'll be off now. I do hope to see more of you in the future in a better situation. Help people, Rose. Help them with all that you can do." The man walks off after talking to her, giving one last wave before exiting the door. If she were to look out the window or follow him, she would see no trace of him. ~~~ "So do you have it then, Mr. Wilson?" Lucien flipped through more of his notes and stopped on one. A certain look seemed to come over his face as he remembered something. "Also any spare materials you may have regarding this... Adamantium. I've been doing some research and it seems many people in this Dojo of yours utilize it. I am making custom rounds that employ such a metal, as well as depleted uranium and thermobarics."

[i]She sat back down, silently contemplating.[/i] ~~~~~ Doubt it. I don't tend to keep really old guns. Now for that other stuff, you're looking at high-grade military gear. That ain't cheap and it ain't easy to come by.

"If you require handsome payment, I am severely lacking in that department. However in my world, favours are much more valuable. I offer my services free of charge, so long as it doesn't involve the killing of innocents." Lucien made sure to put the emphasis on the last part.

I don't need favors I need cash and goods.... [i]Wilson sounded mildly upset.[/i]

The man sighed. "So be it then." He reached into his coat and produced a few stacks of bills. He didn't know what they meant, but he assumed they must've been valuable if they had been on those men. "On my search for the boy, I came across a group of bandits. Suffice to say they've been dealt with, but did not make for a satisfactory meal. Before I ate them I took a look at their belongings. In my world we have no use for currency other than ration tickets unless you're a high-class member of the Iconoclast. But they seemed to have ample currency compared to the kind I've seen before in documents." Lucien produced more stacks - there was an over-abundance of them. Wilson could easily take advantage of the man since he knew very little of its value... "Will this suffice? I'm not quite sure what all of it means."

You got any more of it? [i]Wilson asked, a predatory grin crossing his face beneath his helmet.[/i]

"A moment." Lucien fishes out a few more stacks from his coat. Where the hell he kept all of this, Wilson didn't want to know. [spoiler]Thats not a keister joke either damn it[/spoiler] "That's the last of it."