Barry's Warehouse, Saturday Afternoon
Jun. 30th, 2018 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spin_kick_snap"Huh," Kathy said, looking down at the box in her hands. She'd been puttering around the warehouse, feeling ever-so-slightly smug about her ability to thrive in the heat, when she'd found a cupboard she hadn't noticed before. That was nothing new; she was constantly finding new places for storage, she half-thought that Fandom sometimes got bored and just liked to fuck with her. But this one was different. It'd had something in it.
A box, with the name Banzai on it, written in Barry's half-legible scrawl.
Opening it, it first looked like a haphazard collection of junk, a bunch of weird odds and ends that she couldn't figure out. But then, digging deeper, she saw what looked like a gun, connected to a--belt? But when she checked the magazine, it didn't have bullets, just a thin piece of metal attached to a...metal cord?
She figured out what it was when she shot it at the wooden target Dante had set up--and it punched through the target, the safety paneling, and the fucking wall, only to flower on the other side with a metallic thunk. A grappling gun. Barry had built Kathy a grappling gun. All of this stuff in this box were probably prototypes for weird tools and weapons he'd built for her that she'd never had a chance to use.
Okay, so she should bring this home and go through it properly, catalogue what she could figure out and experiment with what she couldn't. But first she was gonna spend some time fiddling with her new grappling gun because it was awesome.
And, you know, figure out how to pry the hook off of the outside wall. Oops.
[Mostly establishy but open! With the expectation of serious SP cause I'm gone protestin'.]
A box, with the name Banzai on it, written in Barry's half-legible scrawl.
Opening it, it first looked like a haphazard collection of junk, a bunch of weird odds and ends that she couldn't figure out. But then, digging deeper, she saw what looked like a gun, connected to a--belt? But when she checked the magazine, it didn't have bullets, just a thin piece of metal attached to a...metal cord?
She figured out what it was when she shot it at the wooden target Dante had set up--and it punched through the target, the safety paneling, and the fucking wall, only to flower on the other side with a metallic thunk. A grappling gun. Barry had built Kathy a grappling gun. All of this stuff in this box were probably prototypes for weird tools and weapons he'd built for her that she'd never had a chance to use.
Okay, so she should bring this home and go through it properly, catalogue what she could figure out and experiment with what she couldn't. But first she was gonna spend some time fiddling with her new grappling gun because it was awesome.
And, you know, figure out how to pry the hook off of the outside wall. Oops.
[Mostly establishy but open! With the expectation of serious SP cause I'm gone protestin'.]
