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Asanj Nouravii

A courtesies government agent from a distant star.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Magistrate

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A short brown skinned middle aged woman with dark hair tied back to a proper bun. She has a very heavy build somewhat bottom heavy wearing a futuristic version of a skirt suit with some official trappings. Always near her person is a interactive console of some sort she can draw out data from.

So begins...

Asanj Nouravii's Story

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She was feeding birds in the park. Yeah that was right. She was one of those ladies. She was not embarrassed by it either. These birds were not going to eat any other how, this whole city was one industrial middlefinger to nature. Well besides this nice little scenic retreated. Asanj was perhaps content with just feeding the birds and allowing time to pass in her leisure when suddenly a hole in the fabrics of space bended and ripped open rather violently.

The woman was strangely not at all unphased by this. Sitting there staring vacant at it even as the birds flew away. Suddenly the creature made of machinery popped through getting on all fours. Still she did nothing, it was only when it started to chew on her seat did the stranger actually rise from it. Hey.

Despite the calm and very dignified expression on her face her hands slightly shook holding her bag. Deep! BREATH! With an exhale she calmed herself. “I was sitting there.” She spoke to the thing like it somehow understood English.

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Allan was woken up from a nearby bench by his phone ringing. It was work, great just what he needed! He reluctantly opens it and to his surprise the message was for a job not too far from him. He looks around the area in a sort of daze and spots the woman and a creature. Jumping to his feet he draws one of his consealed pistols and makes his way over them.

"Ma'm I am going to ask that you try not to panic, I'm here to help. Please don't make any sudden moves." He says calmly approaching her. "I'm Allan from the MSDC, that is the Magical Servalience and Destruction Commity. I need you to start backing up towards me. I'm not sure if that is hostile or not."

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A Wen's eye wasn't so much one noticed point your way as feel it upon you. It pivoted slightly to centers single diamond-shaped eye on the human. It smelled human. Without one atop the throne it couldn't discern better. It was unhappy was it eating their home? It shouldn't eat their home.

The large creature opened its mouth and pulled away slowly but a chunk of hard concrete fell out. It hunkered down close to the ground and its bench for the long thin three-fingered claws to try and put the chunk back on. It made a thin pitched reedy noise at its failure and sat on the ground knees placed close. It grabbed a large broken paving stone in both large pincer hands and pantomimed the rock at its open spiny mouth. It waited to see if it had approval.

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Asanj chewed her cheek tapping her foot as the massive creature was trying to put together the bench. The crumbled up concrete literally just fell back down to the ground leaving just an awful mess. It seemed hungry and actually responsive so perhaps it was not just some stupid animal brain machine.

At the same time some sort of authority figure arrived on the scene aiming their pistols defensively. The middle aged woman took a long time to sort of assessed him up to down. She very calmly and quietly moved behind the stranger leaving this sort of work to the actual experts.

She looked back to the creature which was giving her a strange look. “You can’t just eat public property.” She told the machine from behind her new magical agent buffer. “Drop it.” She commanded like one would command a pet.

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Well that's new. Normally it took more then just producing his weapon to make the target docile but he wasn't about to complain. He makes sure to put as much distance as he can between the woman and the...creature? He couldn't really tell what it is. It looked very advanced but he wasn't about to let his guard down. After motioning to the woman to get behind him he turns his attention back to the creature.

"Do you understand what I am saying?" He asks waiting for a response from the metallic looking thing, his gun still pointed at it.

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The line of demarcation between concepts was murky at best to a native Wen. It at best "understood" often only figuratively. Its hardened immovable object of a mind was certainly not an agile one. Blasts of air gave its assent as base noises as it got to its feet, "Pfhah! Pfhah!"

This Wen stood a man and a half tall and nearly a man thick. It backed up and crouched over the hole to put the stone back into the mostly square hole. The dirt was in a pile now but the paving stone fit into the dirt.

"Qvum", it sounded when satisfied with its work.

It then turned sideways to try and sidestep past so it could get in line behind the human.

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Much better. Asanj was slightly pleased with herself though the younger man who was protecting her seemed rather on edge. Perhaps he knew something she did not. Still, at the moment the agent felt as long as she could exert some confidence she could keep thing under control. This creature. Was very new.

She should know because she honestly examined the console she kept on her as the creature started to encircle them to reach her. Heh. Nothing. It was as though they were the first or one of the first to encounter it. She noted it’s diet of well concrete and stone. Deciding because of its unusual way of arriving on the scene to dub it JANUS until otherwise corrected. Meaning loosely that it was the master of the doorway.

“Good.” She told the creature. It had done good this time. Hm. Seemed a little attached. She wandered over away from the scene just taking some regular rocks off near a running waterway and making her way over. “Good boy.” Alright. She should not be treating it like a dog, but it was very easy to. She tossed the stones on the ground for it to eat as a treat for its good behavior.

“I leave this in your capable hands.” She commented to the magical agent. She well. She didn’t want to be too much of a distraction or a factor into this authority trying to subdue this still dangerous creature. She made her way out of the park for now.

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The sun was practically scorching today as Asanj was first cleaning her former service weapon in various parts. She uh, wore a rather silly sun shade hat that honestly looked like a small umbrella on her head and was constantly apply sun screen. Not for the burns mind you, rather this much exposure could lead to rather unfortunate health complications down the line.

She had honestly just stumbled on this place when she was in Lorandor attending some very dull archeological lecture on the ancient Caldonian civilizations uncovered. She thought the concept of lost cities and customs would have been interesting but somehow they chose the most boring woman in the planet to be the key note speaker. It wasn’t a total lost though, as finally the very foreign looking firearm finally snapped into place. She HAD a license to handle it, she had honestly wasn’t sure if the notary would be recognized as legal on this world. She had to fill out a test before even going on the course today.

It felt like she was back in the police academy. Not only was she wearing that ridiculous thing on her head but she had some rather oversized safety glasses and big muffled earphones over her head making her almost look like some human muppet. Loading the first clip her first target was prop up at 50 meters… The continual pop of the handgun would be heard as she got in some very useful practice.

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Photu was technically new to the licenses in her pocket. It was her pocket now after all so the things in it were hers too. At her new belt as was the gun she really wanted to use. After getting shot at with one enough one cared about shooting back. After buying some ammo that went in it she'd headed out to the firing range where she was supposed to practice. Her leather jacket and jeans creaked at the wide steps she took to keep her balance. Photu's tolerant hearing didn't flinch at the noise but it did drown out everything else. Her torso threw backward repositioning her feet to look at its source. Two hands? Okay.

The hand calloused by hard travel gripped a stand so she could spin back around. She was fairly good at imitating. She aimed at a target and pulled the trigger.

Click.

Did she forget something? Photu stood still wavering in the wind staring dumbly at the target while she went looking through her new library for more information. She had to know how to use the gun at some point.

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That was one of the things that Asanj loved about this particular world. You could be shooting guns next to a cowboy! Cow-woman. In this sense? Cowperson? Hm. She cracked a small grin at the arrival of her new neighbor hearing a very familiar click of the handgun. Oh. OH! Hm.

This stranger needed to be school in some basic gun safety, she was still waving it around even after pulling her eye away from the sight. The woman who was currently dressed in the future version of yoga pants and a t-shirt (not a lot could be made different after all.) The umbrella hat wearing Asanj greeted with a friendly smile.

“Hello! Need some help?” She asked rather plainly.

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Photu's head swiveled over after a moment, overshot, then tracked back. The eyes were glassy and didn't move at all. Her tongue even seemed reluctant to move caught suddenly in her mouth before the jaw got situated. The voice clearly paused to think and spoke like she had a speech disability with the woman's over-enunciation, "I uuused to hafve knowledge of how too fire the gun. Buuut I don't remember.... wheere it is right now. How do IIII make it fiiire again? I neeed to shoot back, maybe."

Two small holes in her hat became more level than the woman's downward gaze but Photu could see who she was looking at. Voices were hard. She needed practice to stop stuttering. Still, she was a little excited by how well she spoke. The woman smiled at the ground.

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Oh god. Did she suffer some sort of brain damage in an accident?? That was a horrible thing to think but that was honestly the first strain of conscious thought that formed in Asanj mind. Mostly it was the way this stranger talked but more along the line of completely forgetting how to handle a gun. She sure that wasn’t actually the case. There was probably a simpler explanation.

“Well first.” She expressed happy to give out pointers. “You are going to want to stop waving your gun around. Always know where you are pointing that weapon at all times, heck I just put mines on the table when I am not using it.” She expressed. That was good practice. “It’s good practice. Always be aware of your firearm. You only want to use it when you choose to.” She tried her best to explain.

Otherwise she seemed to be having more technical issues. “Why don’t I take a look at your weapon?” She offered perhaps she could discover the cause of the misfire.

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The women's head took a very tight angle downward to look at her gun. It had bullets inside, round part out, there were bullets inside. Photu didn't know much more about the guns. It had levers on the bottom, side and top. Well she wasn't going to see the meaning for them until after organizing the mess.

The woman gripped large pistol in her hand as Photu offered it to Asanj. The handles were a sandalwood that still had a faint scent curling up like the vinelike overlay going from wood up the barrel past an uncolored safety. Though seeing its sister weapon in the other holster the blueish steel was much heavier than it looked in the woman's hands. The heft was one of a disconcertingly high caliber.

The fingers on the woman's other hand curl alternately with her looking on. Except for the index that took a few to follow suit. Photu looked up but the wide brimmed hat still was pointed somewhat down, hiding her face. "It iis waas heavy at firrst. I found the parts tooo hold it rright. I will bee more careful. Is it brokeee now?"

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Having guest at his range Issac was quietly watching from a seat at the rear of the firing range. The ladies both had licences, for what they were worth, so he had decided to let them be for the while, Besides, having an old grizzled man poking at you for poor shooting habits seldom kept customers, less they asked for it specifically. At first glance he would have guessed the old westerner would take to shooting like he did, but she fumbled with her weapon. A twinge of sympathy ran through Issac like a greased pike.
Having something that was part of you through and through and then suddenly being unable to use it hit a nerve with him...
Tho his old soft ass might just be spinning stories out of nothing, she could have just looked the part, lots of folks did and knew nothing about firearms, let alone how to shoot. The more modern, well modern for Issac, lady offered assistance before he could chime in. He watched quietly, tho did his best to seem disinterested by gazing through the shooting scope sitting on the tri-pod infront of him. He had set the target that his last guest had ruined out a good distance and was currently miling to target to get a distance for reference, before he used the laser range-finders anyways.

After a moment, he gave into his itch and chimed in.

" Might wanna start on something a tad smaller than those, 38' or 44 might be a bit much. Develops bad habits. " He offered in a mild voice.

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Wow. The locals were really heavily arming themselves. With the history of this world and all its occupations and invasions she couldn’t say she wasn’t surprised by this. Asanj felt the weight of the small arm in her hand. She placed it on the table facing away from them at the moment as she took a moment to sort of more in depth inspect the firearm.

This was a very strange modification she thought to herself. Only that it was hard to grip the actual pistol comfortably but she supposed privately it was something more cultural between the two ladies. She snapped the safety for a moment, checked if it was loaded, see if the gun was properly clean. Nothing. Woah. This stranger didn’t know a lot about guns. She also sort of felt bad.

“I think we are going to go over proper gun maintenance first.” She proposed.

It was then when the old gun range owner finally spoke up. The foreign agent looking over registering the suggestion until realizing she was strapped with the damn heavy artillery in her other holster. GOD DAMN! “I didn’t realize there was such a need for this much self-defense out here in these parts.” She expressed earnestly.

She unload the gun and chamber putting the bullets to the side. “Uh. Hold up I have to get my kit.” She expressed handing her back the empty gun and bullets. “Follow me over to my range, I’ll show you everything you need to do to keep your gun in working order.” She offered looking back to the range owner

“Do you at all sell gun cleaning kits?” She asked him from across the range. It would be a seriously useful gift for this stranger. “Call me Asanj by the way.” She offered to the other woman.

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The world was dangerous that Photu was sure of. Photu rememberd a part in her new library she liked about it. On one of piled up tables she nabbed the thought to play it back. The voice that emerged was Photu's but quite smoother.

Lost memory ignited a glassy stare that for moments looked like someone's still there, "Parts too dark and deep. Parts are dreams ever distant. All fools' souls mislaid."

The disjointed drawn out cadence returned, "I hearrrd that once I don't knooow where yet. I liked it. Therrre are daangerouus plaaaces here. Hidden. Dangerrrrous peepole go thhhere to shoooot at things."

She looked at Asanj then to Issac, "You can callll me... Photu. The toools are all I haaad on my... person. I like tools iiin good condition. Do you havve smaller guns tooo use?"

Photu ambled over closer to the spot Asanj had taken her gun. She posted note on her library's board to rummage around and find out where the woman lived. There had to be more tools there.

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" Certainly do ," he said answering both their questions,"Tho I won't be charging for this one, been a while since I had pleasant folks out enjoying them selves, i'm not in the mood to spoil it" smiling as he stood he added " Be back in a moment."


It was really nice having some folk around the place, it did Issac a world of good to have some company around, his trips to the bar's in town seldom met with any decent conversation , and really were just exercises in futility.

The old cyborg came back with a wodden box tucked under one arm, and two revolvers in one hand , held by the barrels.

" Didn't know if the lady, miss Photu was it?" The name felt strange , as did miss Asanj 's but who was he to judge," preferred double action or single, so I brought both." He explained setting the two weapons down on a table near Asanj's and proceed to open the box which held various brushes, bore mops, and rag eyes , along with various lengths of brass tube to be used as cleaning rods.

" Both of em are .22 long rifle, so there will be next to nothin' in terms of felt recoil, very easy to learn on." He said digging through his cargo pockets. He set two small boxes of ammo next to the pistols.

The revolvers were nothing much to speak of, blued steel well worn by practiced hands, and dark stain walnut grips as smooth as drift wood.

" This one is double, that one is single" He explained gesturing to each pistol in turn. " The Double has a smooth 7 pound draw, nice and slow building that breaks like glass, and the single is like a 3 pound pull with almost no travel. Not that it means much to ne--- some folk anyhow. " He shrugged a bit, hoping he didn't over due it with jargon, or offend his guest.

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Asanj didn’t know what she exactly meant as a ‘hidden’ dangerous place but she felt this conversation was giving her some particular insight. The umbrella wearing woman brought her over to her spot on the range, on the table in front of them was a small caliber handgun that was not only foreign in design but the material seemed more to be a composite plastic than metal. Where Asanj had come from they had synthesis a cheaper material to make the weapon a lot more inexpensive to mass produce. And also the gun didn’t melt like after two or three shots. This could take some heat and pressure.

“I only brought my old service weapon.” She described “Though it seems we already have you covered.” Turning her attention to the gun ranger owner who not only brought the kit but two more pistols on the range. It was a pretty damn good idea, she couldn’t help but smile sort of making room for the other to set the new material down. Right.

When thoughts came of home, it wasn’t some sort of address or house somewhere out in this desert. Rather took out of the skies and out of the atmosphere before slowly moving out of the solar system and into the stars themselves. Stars quickly began to link together in a pattern, only like a map that stretched further and further out until one star was highlighted at the very end of this trail. Home for her. The home she honestly hoped to come back when her assignment was over.

She examined the two small arms. “This is fantastic. Thank you.” She expressed “But I’ll like to show her what she needs to do maintaining her own firearm first.” She proposed. She motioned for Photu to move a little closer and watch over her shoulder. Her hands felt around the gun she had brought over from Photu spot on the range. Quietly and very slowly as to demonstrate she began to take the weapon apart setting it down component by component as she opened up her own kit showing very similar tools from the one that Isaac brought over.

“You should honestly do every day you intend to use your firearm. You don’t want it to jam or misfire when you need it the most.” She expressed to Photu. Her eyes flew back to Isaac “I think we’ll tryout the DA first.” She purposed. Lot more modern guns were using that system anyhow. Best to start there.

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The library's peculiarities were something photu couldn't escape. Mostly that it shaped with a latent image the body expected. Part of that was two legs stood in front of the wooden desk for an itchy biped. She busily scribbled words on a piece of paper, "Rifle. Recoil. Pull. Travel." Thus the interest written it's crumpled in a four fingered left hand. Paused a moment to Look out the windows to see new metal tools near Asanj words outside heard by the woman echoed loudly in here. It didn't take much effort to nod. A dusty coffee machine on the desk receives the paper ball in its white-lined hopper then closed and turned on. It took her a week to figure that out but it didn't make sense yet. It needed time to brew and she'd see what came out. Back out a torn walnut door since patched over she returned to focus on the outside world.

Photu had the distinct impression of a earthy smell from the pot which distracted her for a moment that saw the woman's head moving about to reconnoiter her surroundings. Long guns! She recognized that those were bad at shooting small fast things close by.

The woman's tongue roiled a bit in her mouth before Photu got ahold of it and looked at Issac, "Yes, I can beee called Photu. Long guuns are riiiffles? Piiistols can usse the saaame bulllets? Less toools to carry. I reeemember they are baad at shoooting nearby fast... things."

The woman's alabaster face sharply arrived a smile, framed by small gaps in her auburn hair, looking at her hand tensing a finger. She relished the amusement of learning a new tool, "Leeever has diffeeerent force reeesistance. Diiirty gun tooo much friiiction. Okay. Less gravvvitic forces beeetter for haaands to move tools faaaster."

Hand collapsing inward to a ball the woman removes the other handgun and inspects the safety briefly turning the gun to one side. Deposited near to her other hand cannon and the cleaning tools she asks Asanj, "Whaaat doees thee oother lever do?"

Photu stepped close to Asanj head peering sharply down at the activity to look closely. A thin gap forms as the hat loosened at the front of the woman's head.

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With a surprised smile Issac nodded as Asanj spoke, sure there were plenty of cases were a clean weapon wouldn't preform as well as a "dirty" one, but reliability was not one of them... well not enough to count for much anyways when it came to automatics or repeaters.
" Sounds like a plan, Imma stay outta your way then."
Curiosity sparkled in his eye as he casually gave Asanj's weapon a once over, about as sly as some men might look over an attractive young lady, likely a lock breech design. He'd have to ask her about it a bit later.

Seeing that Asanj' had basic weapon maintenance under her belt Issac chose to remain quiet , didn't want to step on her toes any.
Honestly he had a backwards way of teachin' folk, at least those he met on the range , teach em to shoot and let them clean their weapons, the the ground up class room style teaching method works well enough.

" Depending on what style, yes, there are several long guns that fire pistol cartridges, and some pistols' that fire rifle cartridges. I've got a couple of Lever action rifles you could rent, or purchase if you'd like. Tho I think we should focus on your carry weapon at the moment. Miss Asanj seems to have very capable hands , so I'll wander off for a bit." He said with a smile. Normally he was hesitant to leave rental weapons out , but since there were not many folks around and Asanj seemed to have the teaching bug , he went back into the shop and collected his rifle and shooting kit.

The cyborg came back a moment later with a large case , and shooting mat, he went about quietly setting up his shooting mat, and spotting scope in a lane a few stalls down. He hummed contently as he worked, happy as an artist at work.