Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24572299-20151013223022/@comment-24572299-20151023172605

Meramaru smirked as he reached picked his own holster up off the ground and strapped it on. As he did so he pulled out how own gun, the Gaburevolver, and twirled it around his finger as she did. As he caught it by the handle he let Roux take her own good look at his weapon as he spoke.

"I lived in the harsh deserts of Vacuo myself. My mother's tribe were nomads. Never really set down roots anywhere so we didn't too much have to worry about Grimm tearing apart out settlements. My father though he was an Atlas gunman born and bred. He was the one I learned how to shoot from. Not to mention he is the one I have to thank for my rather unique arsenal."

He smiled at Roux before holstering his gun once more. Picking up his blade and it sheath off the ground before strapping that on as well.

"Of course I'm not just a crackshot. I know my way around a blade as well."