Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20170711055926/@comment-26104528-20180616024930

"I think I read one of Mozberger's articles once." Cebada got out his scroll to search through the list of downloaded files and PDFs. "Here it is: Break, Pump, or Automatic: a treatise on Shotguns for mass armament ..."

"Don't know how much I agree with him about the cost-firepower ratio of Automatics, but it's good stuff overall..." Cebada continued droning on with commentary that to anyone who had studied at least one semester of Combat Theory could tell he was either regurgitating what Wheatley/Trigo had already written just in simpler language (when he was discussing concerns with automatic shotguns, namely cost-to-firepower and a general touchiness with dust for the majority of mass-production models) or wholy wrong and uneducated on the subject as a whole (when he was commenting on why he thought break-action shotguns were on the same level as a solid pump-action). Poor Edom had to be subjected to the ramblings of a simpleton all the way until they arrived at the stairs leading into the "canyon". A dugout in the school's quad lined with entrances to the basements of the surrounding buildings (Dust Chemistry, Robotics Lab, Main Library, etc.) as they approached, Cebada's scroll wifi briefly changed back to 4g before switching back.

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"...That has got to be the worst Trigo cosplay I have ever seen..." McNally mumbled before burying his head in his hands again.

"I have to deal with that kid in the other class I'm TA-ing." Stahlfritz replied, chuckling at the fuzzy quality of Cebada's bathroom selfie in full, poorly-fitted, costume which he used as his lockscreen and wallpaper. "I still think the cat faunus creepshots are the best though." referring to some awkwardly angled photos taken of Blake Belladonna (who Stahlfritz did not know) from behind. The lockscreen was of her from behind and in the actual wallpaper she had turned around looking quizzically at the camera.

"I don't think I want to know what happened next to that kid..." McNally said before going back to go over his lesson notes one more time.

As part of a test to see who had actually read their emails and as a demonstration, Stahlfritz and McNally had brought in a <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#1155cc;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:underline;-webkit-text-decoration-skip:none;text-decoration-skip-ink:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Pineapple<span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;"> and some modified remote-access software Fritz coded together the other day. After appropriately warning everyone in their building about their stunt, they two had been using it to get access to some of their less-technically inclined student's scrolls to teach them a little lesson.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">--

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">"My gambling days are over, but thank you for the offer." Bolton replied, placing an ice pack on his knuckles.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">"But there is one thing I'd like to continue since our last discussion: Shotgun, submachine gun, or pure melee for close-quarters combat. I concede that shotgun's spread makes it ideal for countering Hunters and their uncanny parrying but unless you are specifically hunting down a Hunter, a submachine gun is still the better choice in terms of it being smaller and having lighter ammunition..."

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ingraham mentally groaned but decided to come up anyway should he be called upon to defend his weapon of choice. Personally, the man would had loved to see Stella in this conversation as she was now a user of all three weapon systems but realistically speaking, she'd be taking notes and recording the debate instead of participating. Oh well; there were a number of things Ingrahm would like to see before something unfortunate happened to him: a proper duel between Stahlfritz and Estellia, the same thing between Azzie and Honara, and he'd always been curious as to what the minimum safe distance was for any sort of combat involving Lucina and Trigo...