taxonomites | 002 ♂ [visual || location: frye ranch]

The tablet turns on to show a blurry hand, then the hand draws back and one would be able to see a large, muscular man sitting at the kitchen table of the Frye ranch house, a multitude of guns spread out before him. Also in front of him is a soft cloth, several cleaning brushes in various sizes, cloth patches, and bottles of solvent. One gun has already been disassembled and is right in front of him.

"With all the decomposin' nightmares walkin' around this here place, my guns got a nice workout. I'm wonderin' how many of ya used guns against 'em, instead of just sticks and pipes."

He picks up a bottle of solvent and saturates a cloth patch. "Hell, I'll use whatever's handy, but there ain't nothin' like blowin' out zombie brains with one of these lil' darlin's." Plus killing at a distance means no muss, no fuss, and for a man who is always stuck with the cleaning up, that's a good thing.

As he starts on the gun barrel, he doesn't say anything, just cleans away and moves on to other parts of the handgun in front of himself. For someone with such large hands and fingers, he treats each piece delicately and with care. After all, his guns could be the only things between him and certain death, so they are some of the only things he treats with respect.

He also seems to have forgotten to turn off his tablet. It's only when he finishes with his gun and puts it back together in several fluid movements that he catches sight of it out of the corner of his eye.

"Gorramit," he mutters under his breath. A hand comes toward the camera. "Never gonna get the hang of this piece of--" The video cuts out as he turns it off.

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He lifts his head and sees her on the tablet. Nodding proudly, he says, "They was all down in my bunk on the ship when I got here, just like they are at the real one. Good thing too, 'cause I only showed up here with Vera -- that's my Callahan full bore autolock with a customized hair-trigger and double-cartridge thorough gauge."

"Oh? That's interesting. Have you named all of your weapons after females?" Brennan asks, tilting her head a little. "I've heard that men liken certain technological innovations - such as weapons and vehicles - important to them to women and refer to them with gender-specific pronoun, but actually giving them feminine names is new to me."

Sorry, Jayne. Brennan tends to go off on tangents quite a bit, often using more words than necessary to make her point.

"Not all of 'em." He's giving the tablet a strange look at her tangent. "Just my favorites. Some I just call by the name of those what made it." He picks up a pistol.

"Like this here's the Lexington." He set it aside and pointed to a large assault rifle. "But that there's Mollie."

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