I should have known she would be some sort of horseback riding champion, my eyes rolling slightly, good natured despite myself and yet really why she wanted to get on a jittery, glassy-eyed dinosaur and ride around on it I have no idea. Why ride an animal when you have the option of a motorbike? Or a car. Faster, more economical and unlike to eat you. I'm not sure horses are predatory but it hardly matters, they have teeth and that is enough of an incentive for me to ignore them. Etienne however, had evidently decided to branch beyond my fails in equestrianism, his mention of Russian women seeing me stand far faster then I truly think was necessary and yet I truly hardly needed to explain that story to Kat- my eyes narrowing slightly on him though he truly seemed to enjoy it as I moved to lead Kat away and outside. I think I managed a snort of sorts at her words, remembering for the first time that I still didn't have shoes and walking around the gardens in my socks may not have been a brilliant idea. Evidently this is what happens when my mind is given to be taken by other things. That she liked Etienne, in the least, was, well....important. I'm not even sure why it's important but it is. She could have hated him of course and it would hardly change things, though that she is willing to enjoy his company was....meaningful, I suppose. Somehow.

Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure how Kat would take my extracurricular activities, namely that I had spent the past few months designing weapons and not including her in it. It was her reaction to it- rather then her opinion of the weapons themselves that made more....nervous I suppose. I had hardly left her out from any sort of spite, more so, it had taken a long time to even have such an idea form anything tangible and to be honest, I was half concerned she may have attempted to stop me if only because it was hardly the worlds safest activity. I hadn't accidently shot myself or anything nearly so ridiculous. The issues, I suppose, had come from the fact that weapons technology is of interest to, well, some less then desirable characters as well. My fledgling company already having attracted some...er....interesting people whom are quite content to make all sorts of unusual threats when I want make the weapons they desire or give them the firepower they are capable of and to be honest I hardly needed Kat to become my personal crusader and take down anyone who made threats against me. I know you would Kat so don't deny it. Most threats are empty regardless, even those from the very supernatural I was working to fight against I suppose. Some of them hardly pleased with that but what do you expect? I made myself a target and yet I don't truly see a need to worry Kat with that right now. Maybe that's why I made sure she had a gun to distract herself with, to focus on how that worked as opposed to the ramifications of having boyfriend whom had taken up designing weapons technologies. So I was telling her without telling her- is that really wrong? I just don't want her to worry, I'd much rather have her approval of the weapons themselves regardless. After all, who better to test them then a Hunter who knows how to actually use them?

The small smile and the nod I get is at least enough to assure me her mind had not instantly jumped to the conclusion that making weapons might be a dangerous activity, no doubt she was surely more annoyed at my lack of having told her, the gun I moved to hand her seeming to delight her entirely more then I think it should have. Honestly I think she found the gun nearly more attractive then she found me, both eyes lifting slightly at the manner in which she....did things with it. What she was looking for I don't know, my lips quirking slightly at her mention of my having her fingerprints.

"Your laptop, you leave it at my house enough, I took the fingerprints from there."

I chuckled softly at the loose shrug I offered her. It was a rare thing entirely for me to ever manage to do anything without Kat being aware I was doing it. This truly was a personal victory of sorts. Her next question however, readily saw my handsome features scowl, golden brown hair falling into my eyes with the gesture.

"Darling, do you really think I spent months working on a gun that does not shoot? Of course it shoots, very well actually- or so Azrael tells me. Since you know about my work now though I hardly have to use that blonde fellow anymore- you can test the weapons for me. You're far more attractive then he is."

Azrael also tended to be, well, I'm going to go with disagreeable although outright angry about....life would be a far better description. I think it might be his clothes, he could do with an entirely new wardrobe. I shook the thought off for now though, gesturing briefly back towards the table. After all, I wasn't quite done.

"I also made these."

I moved to reach for another gun, of sorts, one that looked decidedly more...chunky I suppose then a regular gun, moving to hand that to her now before explaining.

"This one is....something I came up with a few months ago, you have to fire it twice which I know sounds unusual but hear me out."

I grinned towards her once more, one eye lifting slightly, very near daring her to disagree somehow before I went on. Reaching back to the table once more holding up a sort of very long, streamlined silver dart-looking object connected to a chain.

"That gun is loaded with these, they shoot and work the same way as a bullet, though they have a stopper here, it can only go a certain way into the flesh, once it's in there however it has a spiked mechanism that sees these little...hooks, I'd suppose you call them, come out of the head here- like an arrow in a way- trying to rip it out will take a very large piece of flesh out and be what I can only imagine is decidedly painful. Its connected by this very long, very thin, but very strong chain to this. One you have hit your target you simply fire the next shot at the ground, this end embeds into the earth and your target is essentially caught like a fish on a line really. Not dead, but unable to run away unless they want to damage themselves fairly significantly. There is a way to take these out without doing much damage too- but I will show you later. As for this-"

I moved to pick up the last piece of equipment, a belt with what truly was a series of card holders loaded with playing cards, another smirk dancing teasingly on my lips.

"This one is mine, we can talk about what it does for later. As for now, I think we should test out the gun you wanted to try. Why not shoot him?"

Alright, maybe it was slightly unethical to shoot a gardener, but it was hardly going to kill the man, if anything he'd fairly barely a sting before he was rendered unconscious. Besides, he could use the break, who works this late at night anyway?

"Unless of course the shot is too difficult for you."

Why not goad her a little? The gardener was a fair distance away, partly obscured by hedges, trees and a fountain, the man bending down repeatedly to attend to the flower bed. I knew the weapon was entirely capable of making that shot, I was merely curious to see if Kat could.

"It will only knock him out."

I flashed her another grin, arms folding over my chest as I moved to lean back against the table.



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