Colonel Nicholas J. Fury (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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paixaorpg2012-04-09 01:20 am
oneeyedeagle) wrote in paixaorpg2012-04-09 01:20 am
Entry tags:
bang, bang [Active/Open]
Character(s): Nick Fury, and whomever feels like talking to him!
Content: The Colonel goes to stock up on a few necessities.
Setting: Folio's Weaponry, just outside the shop.
Time: Midway through week 39, noonish.
Warnings: Fury can be crabby, but he should be able to play nice.
Colonel Fury had decided to consider himself a prisoner. One of war, for as long as it took to discover more details about what the hell this city was actually about. All he knew is that this wasn't Earth, which meant a lot of laws and codes of conduct wouldn't apply here. Still, that was no reason to stop acting like a damn good soldier, and that meant staying well-supplied.
He'd been impressed with the quality of weapons available at shops around here, but not without reinforcing his own suspicion and cynicism. If he actually was in a big, glitzy prison as he'd been told by others, why would there be such a generous supply of such good arms?
Nicholas pondered this while strapping his handgun back into his hip holster, securing it tightly. Even if being armed was still a relative norm here, he didn't like drawing attention to himself.
Content: The Colonel goes to stock up on a few necessities.
Setting: Folio's Weaponry, just outside the shop.
Time: Midway through week 39, noonish.
Warnings: Fury can be crabby, but he should be able to play nice.
Colonel Fury had decided to consider himself a prisoner. One of war, for as long as it took to discover more details about what the hell this city was actually about. All he knew is that this wasn't Earth, which meant a lot of laws and codes of conduct wouldn't apply here. Still, that was no reason to stop acting like a damn good soldier, and that meant staying well-supplied.
He'd been impressed with the quality of weapons available at shops around here, but not without reinforcing his own suspicion and cynicism. If he actually was in a big, glitzy prison as he'd been told by others, why would there be such a generous supply of such good arms?
Nicholas pondered this while strapping his handgun back into his hip holster, securing it tightly. Even if being armed was still a relative norm here, he didn't like drawing attention to himself.
no subject
"The selection sure ain't as colourful as the toys I got back home, but I think I'll get by." He remarked. Not a threat or even an attempt to impress. Just a point he was making to someone who might be a useful resource. Speaking of which...
"Looks like you just came from a few rounds of whooping some poor schmuck's ass. Care to disclose any details?"