[Research/Group] Guns Blazing

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Hiro had just finished up with his other project, and not much longer afterwards did he invite a friend of his over to do some more research. Today was a pretty solid day for getting work done, he figured. Hiro was just cleaning up after himself in anticipation for his friend's arrival. Wouldn't do very good to have a bro walk into your crib with it looking all crappy. What didn't help was the fact that Saeko had left a few extra pairs of clothes here when Hiro and her had done some preliminary work on the airship project, which was botched for the time being. That project would require either a lot of people of a lot of different crafting classes to perfect, or Hiro and Saeko would need to do a lot of work concerning the different subclasses. Most likely Hiro would have to begin working in all the different crafting classes to get some progress going. Other than that, the availability of other players, and potentially landers, offered more than just a pleasant idea. Getting a lot of people in on this project would allow everybody to chip in a bit, and make something for the greater good.

But, that's for another time. For now, though, cleaning his own mess up. Hiro didn't really need to mop or sweep anything, since it was mostly just parts that were scattered around the room, and they could be easily cleaned up. However, there was one piece of equipment that he needed to keep in the area: A standard pistol. Yeah, that was the project for today. The friend he invited over, @0x1dea, is an Alchemist who was going to be working on the magitech version of the weapon. Hiro, on the other hand, was going to work on a more expensive, bullet-based version that all classes could use, instead of being forced to use magic. It would be more costly, deal less damage overall, but everybody can use them. It's a trade-off, but it's worth it, in his mind. Being able to have some kind of range, but probably not any skills that would come with it. Having some kind of range was something that Hiro would love to have, as a monk, but isn't something that can be guaranteed. Which is why he wanted to make something that everybody can use. It's no airship, or even a hot air balloon, but it would do for now.

Hiro was just about to finish cleaning up, when Saeko sent Hiro a quick message, asking him not to move her clothing. While Saeko was probably trying to get Hiro to assume that she would be back at some point to take care of it, he knew that it was because he was expecting a guest over at some point today. While it was his own fault for not specifying the gender of the person who would be arriving, Saeko probably took a guess as to who it may be. As Hiro has had more adventures with women than men, by this point, she assumed that it would be a girl now to show up. After sending a message explaining who the person was, she didn't send anything else for the remainder of his cleaning time, except for a message saying "Okay, you can move them." That having settled it all, somehow, Hiro finished up cleaning. He sent a message to Ox once more, letting him know that the workshop is all clean and ready to be worked in. It would've been nice to work in Buckingham Palace, but Hiro had yet to set it so that anybody could come in and explore. Maybe it was a guild setting, to allow members from another guild into the building. He'd work on that in his own time, though. The Handy Wrench would be fine for now. Letting the thought die for now, he sat down at the table, looking over the gun.

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Oxford had just gotten back from the library, carrying a whole armload of scrolls and alchemical texts as he made his way home to drop off his haul of literary knowledge. The librarian there had been all up in his face, demanding that he return the ‘stolen’ textbook that he had actually ‘borrowed for an extended period of time’. ‘Period of time’ roughly translating to ‘indefinite’. The strange thing was that each time he visited the library, he still managed to keep his library card, despite all the tension between him and the librarian. Is this the phenomenom that boggles the mind known as…love?! he thought to himself, a chill running down his spine as this possible realization dawned upon him. With a heavy thump, he set the books on his desk, grabbing a snack and a glass of milk as his message inbox let out a tone. “Ah, Hiro must be ready then,” he muttered to himself, talking with his mouth full of food. One of the perks of living alone is that no one’s there to judge you. Well, his pet weasel, Omo, was here, sure, but he’s not one to judge. He’s one to demand. Ever since he got that Tongue of Nature skill, he’d been noticing that Omo must’ve come from the land of the Scots, because he sure had the mouth of one. And that made him all the more endearing. “Oi, yu lit’l patsy, what ‘ave ya done wit me grub? I’m fookin’ starvin’ o’er here, mate!” said Omo as he saw that his owner had already begun eating without him. The pole cat leapt onto the nearest counter, giving the Guardian the evil eye until he recognized him in his state of slowly wasting away. “Oh, yeah. You like to eat too, don’tcha?” jested Ox as he pulled out plate, setting a couple pieces of fried chicken and a small slab of raw meat (to sate his 'wild' side) for him. “Yu humans are a strange lot, that yu are. Cookin’ yer food instead of eatin’ it raw. If yu lot weren’t so picky o’er the tiniest lit’l tings, yu’d be eating like a king!” “Says the weasel who relies on me to feed him.” Omo nearly choked on his food as he opened his mouth for a retort, coughing up the bit he’d been chewing. Oxford let out a sigh as he gathered up his necessary tools and notes for the crafting session over at Hiro’s place. “Man, what happened to the cute little weasel I tamed all those levels ago?” he said wistfully, pulling the door behind him. He thought he heard the weasel say “Yeah, love ya too, yu ruddy bastard” as the door closed shut. The walk to Hiro’s house wasn’t too bad. A little nippy now that the cold season had pretty much settled in, but thanks to the quality of his jacket, it blocked out most of the cold. Ox must’ve been lost in thought as he walked, because by the time he found himself back in the ‘real’ world, he was standing in front of the door. Using the back of his hand, Oxford knocked on the solid wood exterior of the door, a dull, yet loud knocking sound emanating from its depths. Ox pulled went ahead and pulled out one of his notebooks, ready to jot down whatever list of crafting/research tasks needed to be accomplished today.

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A little while after his small conversation with Saeko, Hiro heard a knock on the door, and started to walk right over to it. Without all the things that were normally in the way, Hiro could easily walk on over to the door and open it right up, revealing @0x1dea standing right there on the other side. Giving a bright smile, Hiro nodded to the man, and opened the door further. "Hey, Ox. Glad you could make it!" He began, offering his hand to shake. "C'mon inside, and we can get right to work, whenever you're ready." Hiro took his hand back, after he assumed that his hand had been shaken, and started to walk inside. Hiro put things down onto the main table in the workshop, and pulled up another stool to it, so Ox would have a place to sit. Granted, it wasn't any elaborate chair or seating fixture that he could offer to one of his closest friends in this world, but it was a hell of a lot better than sitting on the ground. Or even standing. All in all, though, Ox wasn't the type of guy to openly complain about things as they appear, so Hiro didn't mind it that much.

Hiro took a seat in front of where he was observing the gun that he had brought with him today, picking it up in his hand. Looking it over, he slid it across the table to Ox, and began to convey what it was that Hiro wanted to do. "Well, the main reason I called you over here was because I had an idea after our Golem Soul collecting adventure. You're an Alchemist, which probably means that you have some kind of knowledge with Magitech. Now, I know this sounds crazy, but I wanna make some guns." He paused for a moment, placed his hands on the table, and stood up. He motioned with his head towards the sorry excuse of a firearm before his friend. "Not something as lazy and crappy as that, of course. Something with a bit more power. Something that players and Landers alike can pick up, fire, and get a grin from having fired such a thing." He pointed to the gun. "That's just a lame excuse for a weapon. It can only be fired once before one needs to reload it." Hiro took his hands off the table, and pulled out another of the starter pistols. He flourished it in his hand, spinning it a few times, before maintaining a masterful grip on it.

"Now, since you're an Alchemist, you can probably use that as a base for a Magitech gun. As you and I are friends, we could potentially make a business out of making these guns." Hiro smirked, with the thought of having a partnership with Ox causing him to chuckle to himself. That'd be awesome. "Since I'm a Mechanic, I can get to work on making some kind of a bullet-based gun. As that will require me to include more rounds in a clip or barrel for the pistol, I figure that I could probably make something akin to the revolver from back in the other world. It won't be quite as effective as the Magitech guns that you should be able to make, but I can guarantee that it'll still be usable by all classes." Hiro put the gun in his hand on the table, and walked over to the side of the room, where he kept many of his spare parts and pieces. "If there's anything that one of us can do for one another in the creation of these guns, like problem solving or whatever, I'll help you out immediately." He looked up to his friend, a glint of invention in his eyes. "I can trust you'll do the same, if I get stuck?" Hiro nodded to his comrade, and began to look over the piece before him. It was a crude, worthless, shameful weapon, that was in serious need of an upgrade or seven. Hiro was just the mechanic to do the job, and Ox was just he Alchemist to perfect it all. Maybe Hiro and Ox could work on a gun together at some point today, but that wasn't right now. Right now, the revolver-style gun that Hiro wanted to make was fresh in his mind, and he had just begun to work.

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Just mere seconds after the Guardian knocked, the door swung open and the familiar face of his bro greeted him. A hand of salutations and friendliness was extended towards him, Ox slapping his hand into his and gave it a fierce shake, the kind of handshake brothers in combat give to each other when they see each other. “How’s it going, Hiro? Just like I promised, I’m here to help out with a little project of your own now!” he said with a grin on his face. Ox closed the door behind him as his friend led the way to the project table, sticking his hands inside the pockets of his jacket to warm them up after walking around in the brisk, cold air. Hiro pulled up a stool for him, the Guardian thanking the hospitable Monk as he took his seat at the table, his comrade sitting on the other side. The stool wasn’t the best quality, but that mattered little to him. As long as it was comfortable and could hold his weight, then presentation was irrelevant. Function over form, after all. The familiar shape and make of a rudimentary gun sat on the table, the side that Hiro was sitting at, as a matter of fact. Ox set his small pile of notes and research to the right of where he was sitting, pulling out another small notebook and quill as Hiro began to explain the objective of today’s mission. The gun was then slid across the table to him, the logical side of his mind taking over as he mentally deconstructed the gun in his head, taking note of the aiming sights and firing/trigger mechanisms before setting it back in the middle of the table. Once that was finished, Hiro began his explanation of why he called Ox over today, the Guardian staring off into the distance as his mind began to think about solutions to Hiro’s requests. He gave an affirmative nod at the part about the traditional musket system. From what anyone would learn in a basic world history class, the standard single-shot loading system was horribly inefficient. Soldiers would often die because they’d stuff too much powder/too many pellets into the gun. Ox jotted down a quick note about that particular concern in his book, a small smile crossing his face when Hiro mentioned the part about the business partnership. “Yeah, once we get something working, I’m willing to roll with that,” he said, already trying to think of a name and catchy slogan to go with their future enterprise. Ox put the pipe dreams to the side as Hiro’s mission briefing came to a close. “You got it, bro. Don’t know how much help I’ll be, but I’m willing to try, nonetheless,” was his reply to Hiro when asked as to whether he’d help his pal out. With a clear objective now within reach, Ox pulled out a couple sets of magic-related materials, adding them to his seemingly growing pile of research. But before he could get started, he needed to do one quick thing. “Uh, Hiro? Sorry to bother you before you even got started with your project, but could you disassemble this gun for me? It’ll make things a lot easier for me if can interact with the individual pieces.”

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Hiro was more than happy to have @0x1dea on his side for this, and a smile shown from his face as Ox agreed to his terms, if they could even be considered terms. But, after that, Ox wanted to ask for Hiro's help with disassembling the gun, just so it would be easier to get things going. Definitely something he could do. What else are bros for, after all? "Yeah, absolutely." Hiro walked right over, and took the gun from the table, and activated the Mechanic skill Quality Control to visualize how the gun was put together. After a few seconds of looking at the firearm, Hiro began to swiftly take it apart, one piece at a time. Since it was a fairly simple gun, there was only five main pieces to it: The Grip, Barrel, Trigger, Firing Pin, and Hammer. These five pieces alone were the main components of the gun's construction, and were placed firmly on the table right before Ox. "There, all set. Not a very complex firearm, I know, but it's a start." Hiro said, walking back over to the other side of the table, taking a seat at the stool once again.

Hiro took the time to disassemble his own gun, just as he had with the other. Since it was already engraved into his mind, thanks to the skill, he could easily take it apart and put it back together. So, now came the issue of allowing for more bullets to be fired from the pistol. Well, he wanted something like a revolver-styled gun to start with, something that everybody could use at some point. But the thing that he needed to get correct first were the bullets. He took out a packet of small Starter Bullets from his jacket, and placed them on the table. He slid another set to Ox, should he need them. "If you need a basis for the bullets, too, you can use those. Don't worry about breaking them, since I'm likely going to break mine at some point." Hiro said, with a grin, before turning his attention back to the gun and bullets. Now, the bullets were in the simple Ball form, not really something that could be fired easily from just one hand. Then again, it would need to be reloaded every time it was fired in the original design. Hiro wanted to have a gun that allowed for six bullets before having to reload.

As he was thinking this, he felt a bit chilly, and looked around the room. The air outside wasn't very pleasing, and it started to seep in through the cracks in this old building. Maybe it was time to upgrade this place, too, but not quite yet. Hiro stood up and walked over to the Upgraded Steam Engine he had in the room, which he had converted into a Steam Furnace for the warehouse, and switched it on. Soon, the room would begin to heat up, and things would get nice and toasty. Taking a seat back at the stool he was sitting on a moment ago, he noticed the large pile of notes at Ox's side, and wondered what he may have planned. Hiro tilted his head to the side a little, and decided to ask. "So, whatcha thinkin' about doing with the parts over there?" He began. "I see you have a good stack of notes over there, and I can't help but wonder about what it's all for." He stopped his question for now, looking back at his own materials, realizing that he didn't really have a plan in place for his own gun quite yet. Sure, he knew what he wanted it to end up as, but the process of getting there seemed all too much a blur to him at the moment. Maybe hearing what Ox was going to do with his would help him understand what Hiro was going to do with his own. If anything, it's worth asking.

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Ox let out a “Thanks” as he watched his bro swiftly and deftly disassemble the simple firearm, taking the five main pieces and setting them on the table in front of him. Ox nodded as he heard Hiro’s remark about how simple in construction these firearms were, but the gun’s craftsmanship didn’t really dissuade him. “Actually, I’m glad they’re pretty simple. Had these guns been more complex, I’d probably feel a little nervous messing around with them,” he replied, picking up the Firing Pin and Hammer, examining the pieces as he turned one, then the other around in his hand. Then he reached over and grabbed the Barrel, looking down the simple tube that served as the delivery method for a hot shot of lead. The longer he examined these pieces and scribbled notes in his journal, ideas slowly began to surface as to what he should craft. Two main ideas about the current firearm presented themselves to Ox: accuracy and semi-automatic firing mechanisms. However, the only thing he could really focus on was the firearm’s accuracy, as firing mechanisms would obviously require a Mechanic’s magic touch. Luckily, one such Mechanic was here, so the Alchemist didn’t feel too crest-fallen when he realized that he didn’t have the abilities necessary to craft such a thing. Grabbing the barrel of the gun and a stack of his supplies, he moved his research notes to the side, placing the items in front of him on the table. Hm, I’m probably going to need a couple bullets to make sure this concept will work, he thought to himself. As if he were reading his mind, Hiro slid a set of bullets to him from across the table, the small packet lightly bumping into his pile of notes. “Ah, thanks. Just what I needed for my part,” he said, returning his bro’s grin with one of his own. Pulling a couple of the bullets out as his friend talked, rolling them around in the palm of his hand before letting all but one clatter back into the packet. He frowned as he looked at the round form of the bullet, the memories of a high school physics class suddenly flashing into his head. Ballistics had been an area of interest in the class when he took it back in the real world, and right now, two major problems were staring the Alchemist right in the face. First of all, the shape of the bullet was inefficient and not designed to fly through the air with the accuracy of bullets back into the real world. The second problem was that the inside of the barrel wasn’t designed to exert centrifugal force on the bullet once it was discharged. Or, to put it in simpler terms, there was no rotation to help keep the bullet on point. Ox leaned back on his stool, scratching his head before he placed his hands behind it, letting out a small grunt as he stretched his arms. The chill air from outside had slowly began to work its way into the humble workshop, his bro getting up from his stool to turn on the custom-made steam-powered furnace to drive away the uninvited cold. “Man, I’d love to get me one of those. My house has been pretty cold these past couple of days, and as cozy as fireplaces are, they don’t provide as much heat for my room as I’d like,” commented Ox. If, for some reason, Hiro had offered to build a steam-powered furnace for him, he’d receive an enthusiastic answer of “YES,” and probably a couple dozen bags of gold. If not, that’s fine too. Blankets were cheap, and about a dozen of those would probably serve as well as a furnace. Oxford found himself relaxing a bit as the place began to warm up nicely. As he was about to resume his work, he found himself being asked a question from Hiro about what he was planning to do and what all his notes were for. Ox twirled his quill pen in his right hand, feeling the familiar sensation of an enthusiastic light coming to his eyes that usually appeared as he talked about his ideas. “Well, right now, my main area of focus is this ornery little guy,” said Ox as he held up the Barrel piece. “I’m hoping to get a magic assist system implemented in it so the guns would have a higher accuracy.” Another idea flashed into his mind. “Oooh, I could probably implement another system with that to increase the damage of the bullet as well!” he said, almost feeling a little giddy as he talked about this new revelation. He cleared his throat before addressing the second question of his mounds of research. “Oh, this? I like to carry the remnants of my past projects around with me whenever I’m doing crafting or research. I use it kind of like a pantry full of ideas. I get a pretty good amount of ideas for new stuff whenever I take the time to look at it all again.” He placed the Barrel back to its original resting spot, setting his quill pen down next to his journal at the same time. “So, what kind of stuff are you going to be working on?” asked Ox, the gleam in his eye returning as he asked his friend his question.

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As Hiro listened to @0x1dea as he spoke about what he was going to do with the magitech gun, he couldn't make hide nor hair of what it was he was going to do with his own project. Hiro nodded, still listening as his bro had an idea, and stared at the broken up machine in front of himself. He couldn't help but wonder how, or why, this little contraption had been created, and for what purpose. He put his hand to his forehead, and tried as hard as he could to think of something that would be worth doing. He had the idea in his head, but he didn't know how to get it in motion. Looking around himself, he thought he could use something to help him think, but to no avail. Hiro let out a sigh, and leaned back, answering Ox. "The thing I wanted to do was make a revolver-like gun, as I've mentioned before. But, I just can't figure out how to incorporate the barrel, just so we can add in more ammo to the clip. After that, it'd be-" Hiro stopped for a moment, and his eyes widened. Immediately leaning forward, he walked over to a contraption off on the other side of the room.

"Careful, this is about to get loud!" Hiro shouted to himself, grabbing a special pair of goggles. He flipped them down, and started up the machine he was standing in front of. A bandsaw: Something that Hiro had worked on for a little while, just to make sure that he could have something to make cutting metal a bit easier for himself to do. Picking up a large, solid slab of metal from the side, he started to cut out a circular piece. This would be the chamber where the bullets are held. He had it wrong before. When he was looking at the gun earlier, he was imagining putting the pieces directly into one another, when in actuality, he needed to make it from scratch himself. After having used Quality Control and analyzing how the gun from before was put together, he had a good knowledge of how to piece the gun together, and that knowledge could be the basis of making a better weapon. The image of the revolver in his mind was fresh, crisp, and almost alive to him. As he thought about this, though, his fingers kept moving so that he could keep making the chamber.

Once the chamber was done, he took a thinner piece of metal, and started to craft together the other pieces of the gun. Starting with the Hammer, then the Grip, followed by the Barrel, and the Trigger. The Firing Pin would be built directly into the chamber, and act as part of the firing mechanism. Hiro started to put it all together, but felt that the grip itself could use some help. He walked over to another table on the other half of the warehouse, bringing the grip with him. Hiro started to cut up some tanned leather, thanks to having been a Tailor for a short time, he knew how to work with it all. He applied the leather to the grip, and went back to the other table, putting the gun together completely. Hiro held the gun out with his right hand, and pulled the trigger. The hammer smacked into the back of the gun, the chamber turned to line up with the barrel, and the trigger stayed in place and didn't spontaneously cock back. Hiro let go of the trigger, and looked at the gun to make sure everything was fine. Finally, he opened the chamber, and it slid to the side, but didn't fall off.

Giving the chamber a quick spin, he went back to the table, and started to look at the bullets. He scoffed at them and how useless they were. He needed to make his own bullets. Bullets that worked. Without so much as a moment's thought, he picked up the little circles, and threw them across the room, onto a table nearby the door. He walked back over to the bandsaw, and started to cut out a few bullet cases, taking care to craft one perfectly and then Quality Control the other ones to keep it uniform. Once that was done, he went over to a desk and opened the drawer, puling out a bag of gunpowder that he had gotten from Caerbannog a long ass time ago. He started to put the gunpowder in the bullet case evenly, then put the reforged bullets he made over at the bandsaw as well into it, taking a hammer and lightly hammering it into place, so it wouldn't slide out. He did this for the other few bullets, and then started to load them into the gun's chamber. He flicked the chamber out, putting in each bullet at once, closed the chamber, and spun it. He put the gun down, and walked over to the wall.

Hiro picked up a large sum of metal plates and set them up standing on a table. Having all that put into place, Hiro picked the gun up again, and spun it into a comfortable spot in his hand. He pulled back the hammer with his thumb, and aimed for the metal slabs. Hiro pulled the trigger, and a loud BANG was heard from the gun. As he released the trigger, the chamber spun to the next spot on its 12-point circle, and he looked over the gun. It looked like it was fine, and nothing had been broken. He then went to inspect the metal slab, seeing that the bullet passed into the metal slabs. Smiling, and laughing a little, Hiro pulled the hammer back again, and fired once more. "Yes!" He shouted, holding the gun into the air. "God, this feels so good." He turned to Ox and put the gun onto the table. "Go ahead and give it a shot or two, it works great!" Hiro looked at the metal slabs and saw the two bullet holes, silently screaming success in his mind. He hoped that Ox would find some enjoyment or possibly some ideas from taking up the revolver and firing it a few times. This was his goal, after all, as he wanted to work with Ox at some point in the gun-making industry. Hiro sat down at the stool he was sitting a before, and leaned forward in anticipation.

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Oxford absent-mindedly scribbled a couple more notes as Hiro began to talk about his idea for a revolver, seeing if he could help him come up with a solution before his bro stopped halfway through. A couple moments later, the sound of machinery whirring loudly filled the room, Ox letting out a grin when he realized his friend figured out the solution himself. The Guardian tried to tune the noise out as he picked up the Barrel of his gun, trying to determine whether he wanted to place the accuracy mechanism (let’s just call it Accuracy+ for now) on the front of the barrel, or at the base near the Trigger and Firing Pin. Both positions had their pros and cons. If it was put at the base, the Accuracy+ would be firmly secured with the rest of the gun, but the bullet could lose some of its accuracy as it leaves the barrel. And if it was placed at the front, the accuracy problem would be fixed, but then the attachment could suffer damage or end up breaking completely. After thinking over his current options, he decided that he’d go with the first one, since adjustments could always be made to the Barrel to fix that little issue. Perhaps another Accuracy+ could go just inside the tip of the barrel. Just the tip. Either way, the accuracy problem was pretty much fixed. Just add 2 of the mechanisms to each end of the barrel, and there you go. Of course, these add-ons weren’t going to turn anyone into a master sniper. No, those could probably be made once you were a level 90 alchemist, but since Ox was still on the lower end of the alchemical crafting spectrum, a minor accuracy increase would have to do. Grabbing a couple mana crystals, Oxford began to form the stable shards of magic into ring shapes, making them just a tiny bit smaller than the openings on the ends of the Barrel. This way, they’d fit in all nice and snug and hopefully wouldn’t move around too much when shots were fired from it. Finished with that part, Ox grabbed a handful of the small, round bullets, bouncing them around in his palm as he tried to think of a more efficient storage system for the ammunition. Sure, a magic-based bullet system would definitely cut down on ammo costs, but the damage output wouldn’t be as strong as the physical ones. For now, at least. Again, being low-leveled in your crafting class doesn’t exactly mean you can make super strong insta-kill weapons on a whim. That’s what all this research was for. The budding alchemist absent-mindedly tapped on his notepad with his quill, getting a little frustrated that he couldn’t seem to think of anything good that was within his craftable level range. A loud BANG sounded out, causing Ox to jump in his chair at the sudden noise, only to see his bro with a revolver and a smoking bullet hole in one of the pieces of metal. He heard a small laugh from Hiro, who was grinning ear to ear like a kid with a new toy as he examined the results of his hard work. “Ah, congratulations!” Ox said, clapping his hands a couple time in celebration for his friend’s achievement. Before he could turn back to his work, his bro held out his work of craftsmanship out before him, offering Ox a chance to shoot the impressive-looking weapon. With a bit of eagerness, he graciously accepted the gun. “Wow, a 12-shot system. That’s pretty neat,” he said, taking a moment to admire the gun’s refurbished architecture. Of course, the ammo setup was what really grabbed his attention, Ox taking a good minute or so just fiddling around with that. Once he was done examining the weapon, Ox stood before the metal plates, aiming down the sight before squeezing the trigger. Another loud BANG echoed throughout the room, a satisfying DING sounding out when the bullet pelted through the iron sheet. A small grin crept onto Oxford’s face, firing off another round to get a feel for it. Ox handed the gun back to Hiro, giving a nod of approval as he did so. “A finely crafted piece of weaponry, if I do say so myself,” he said, picking up the pieces to his project. “Sadly, I don’t have anything yet, but once I get my stuff done, I’ll let you try it out,” he remarked with a small laugh. Taking his set, Ox once again went back to examining the bullets, digging deep within himself to figure out how to make this work.

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Hiro let @0x1dea play around with the pistol for just a little bit, as he began work on a rifle. That was the next thing in line that he wanted to make, since it was more complex than just a pistol. It required a larger barrel, and absolutely would require having a larger clip capacity. However, since this wasn't going to be a high powered machine like most pre-modern one shot rifles Something kind of like the M1 Garand used back in the World Wars would be something that he would end up making. Actually, that's a good basis to work from. But, this would mean different types of bulelts. The pistol would take smaller ammunition, something akin to the real world's 9mm Parabellum rounds that would be found in most sidearms. No, he'd need to make some larger rounds that would fit a larger gun, and a larger calibur of bullet to be more accurate. A smaller bullet inside a larger barrel loses a lot of its integrity, and ends up being much less effective. So, for such a thing, he would need to go over to the wood table, and hollow out a long tube.

Thanks to the number of useful things Hiro had collected in the workshop, it was more than wonderful to have a woodworking station. Somewhat of a gift from Renai, when he and Hiro worked on the butt boat. There were a lot of tools that he could choose from, and one of which was an old bore looking things, that he decided would work best for the project at hand. Putting the tool onto the machine, Hiro began shape and shift how the gun's frame was going to look. After a few minutes of this, he began to polish it over, making sure that the wood was smooth enough to hold in your hands without much problem. Of course, since he wasn't a woodcrafter, it would still be difficult to make it perfect. He tried his best, though, and made it streamline enough to be able to call it a wieldable piece of equipment. Now that that was done, he figured he'd go ahead and start work on the metal parts of the gun. First of all, being the barrel, trigger, and lever action that will be used to load one bullet into the chamber, and then pop the empty shell out once the action was pulled back.

Hiro walked back over to the table, as Oxford finished shooting and doing what he was going to do with his pistol, which he gladly took back and looked inside. There weren't any bullets left in there, but they were simple enough to craft. Hiro nodded to Ox when he mentioned that when he had something, Hiro would get a chance to fire it. But, for now, his main focus was on the gun that he was presently crafting. His mind clicked to one setting, he started to get back to work on the rifle, starting now with the barrel. Since the M1 Garand had a very unique style of firing style, with the hand being on part of the stock, it needed an ergonomic trigger to go with it. Hiro used his machine to craft the barrel, exactly like how he would have for the pistol, only making it a good deal longer, and then cut out the trigger and firing mechanism. The lever for this was a bit of a challenge, mostly because he hadn't made a lever before in this world. He knew how to make it, but it took a bit of trial and error in order to get it just right for what he wanted to do with it. After it was all said and done, though, he brought it back to the table, to put it all together.

Now came the problem of the bullets. Like he thought before, he needed to make some different kinds of bullets in order for this to work out well. The 9mm Londinium round, as he would now dub them, was too small to be of use in the new rifle. So, he started work on the 5.56mm Londinium round, which he also dubbed just now, by making a larger case for the bullet to be housed in. Putting the bullet, which he made with a larger point at the end to fly more aerodynamically, into the larger case, he put them into a small holder that held them as a grouping of 4, like an M1 Garand would have been back in the other world. Not sure why it was 4, and why not 5, because 5's are easier to remember than 4's. But, he wasn't going to complain. Just to make things easier on himself, he made a few more cartridges like this, and started to test out the lever mechanism, as well as the little circular sight he put at the end of the barrel. This would help increase accuracy, as much as possible from the side of the shooter. Anything that he can do, in order to help the shooter a bit more than would be normal is good enough to him. He was more than certain that nobody would mind it, either.

Hiro took a few moments to check all the other things about the gun, as well as how it felt to hold it as it was. Holding the gun up to his shoulder, placing his cheek down on the stock, and looking down the sight felt good enough, if a bit weird. Having been a monk for the entire time in this world, however long they've been here now, he was very used to having a much more relaxed stance. Having his arms up, and bouncing around as his usual fighting pose felt very different. A gun meant that you'd need to be steady, or else your shots aren't going to be accurate, or even hit the thing you're trying to hit. Hiro finally put the gun down, lever open, and placed the cartridge into the bottom of the gun, pushing it up. He closed the gun with the lever, and stood up, walking towards the small range that he had set up for the pistol. Pointing the gun at the metal plates, he fired. BANG. The gun fired, kicking back a little bit, and he reflexively pulled the lever back. The case flew out of the rifle, and clattered to the ground. Hiro looked inside the gun from the side, to make sure that it wasn't getting clogged up. After confirming this last bit, he closed the lever, and fired again, just barely making the mark. He forgot that bringing the gun right back up to your cheek, then firing, wasn't the best idea at all. Opening the lever again, and checking one more time, he closed it, and put it on the table, setting it down. Hiro made a motion for Ox to give it a shot, if he wanted to, then sat down where he was working before. Hopefully, this would help him get some ideas, so he could make some progress, too.

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