"NOW THIS...... Gives me a fucking boner!!!"
~Vaemond
Serena: You like weapons, too!? You should see my weapons cache!
"Yeah? Well quit holdin out on me then" He replied a bit smartly as he picked up the heavier one and mockingly aimed off in the direction Daemon and Trent were way across the way before lowering it again.
Serena grinned and took his hand, then led him out and down to her house... which happened to be right next door to Trent's. She unlocked the door and then went to her old room, where the basement door was located, and unlocked that too. Stepping down five steps, she clapped twice and a bright white light illuminated the basement, where a glorious collection of weapons and preserved food awaited. Everything was neatly organized, labelled in Mandarin.
"Come on down!" she called to Vaemond as she descended. She's read him the labels when they hit the bottom.
"Wait... Wait .... Fuck .." As she went pulling him he managed to stop long enough to shove the gun at his brother and give him a pleading look. He definitely hadn't came to a damn gun show for no reason! Thankfully Corlys only seemed amused and nodded before watching the two of them head off.
Back at Serena's finally he followed her for the stairs and into the lower half of her house eyes scanning the place over as he went until they'd finally reached the bottom. "Holy shit bitch ... The fuck you prepping for? An invasion?" He teased her moving to pick up one of the guns.
"Well, it is legal to kill home invaders here, but no. I just like weapons. They all have names, too!" She pointed to the guns about the same size (some bigger and some smaller) as the one Vaemond had been admiring. "Miranda, Johanna, Alys...." She went down a few more names before coming to the biggest one. "Ah! Cansarin!" she exclaimed: one of the few with an actual Chinese name. "It means 'kill a dead person.' I got it from this book... I think it was Wild Ginger by Anchee Min? Well, if it wasn't Wild Ginger, it was another Min book. I love her. Actually, this one--" She pointed to a titanium-plated submachine gun-- "is named Anchee, after her."
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