[center][h2][color=ABB2B9]Allen Hops[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]DeGrasse knoll.[/u][/b]
[b][u]Interacting With; Carmen [@abandonedIntel]. [/u][/b]
[b][u]Mood;[/u][/b]Confident ← Arrogant.[/center]

Surveying the surrounding didn’t reveal much to Benny. There were lots of low trees, some cover amongst the grass. It was a nice day, if he climbed skyward he would have a great view. For now he was going to do as Carmen suggested, and spawn his favorite gun. He retrieved a [url=http://specialoperations.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/FN-FAL.jpg]Fusil Automatique Léger[/url] (FAL) from his trench coat. This was a mid to long range scoped battle rifle, loaded with specialty shells capped with ultra durable steel alloy, for ripping through most “softer” metals. Benny had been working on getting the ammunition just right for awhile now, and when he summoned kevlar vests these tore straight through and out the other side of the mannequin he had dressed them up with. Benny enjoyed the many applications of his ability, since he could get as complex as he wanted with what he “acquired”.

[color=ABB2B9][b]”I am almost positive that gas station has malts. And you know what else? They have a LOT of junk food. And I could always go for more Flamin’ Hot Funyuns in my life. When I take those out of my jacket they never quite capture the sweet… Burningness. You know that flavor?”[/b][/color] He was pretty sure Carmen knew exactly what he was on about. Benny had a taste for everything in life. In another time and place he might have been the greatest chef the world had ever known. Instead it was his fate to serve up bombs and bullets to meet his ends. But hopefully not meet his end.

	Benny set the drone on a picnic table and retrieved its [url=https://3dr.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/controller_bottom.jpg] controller [/url]. [Color=ABB2B9][b]”Do you have any idea how fun the future will be when there are infinity of these? Oh wait that’s right now.”[/b][/color] Benny turned on the controller and the screen buzzed satisfyingly to life. He was so thankful to have been born in an era with this technology, and it only kept getting better. The latest new material he had heard of was like that vantablack shit but even darker… He had to try whipping up some of that for kicks. [Color=ABB2B9][b]”Innovation is my favorite goddamned word. I really should get into science, like that chemistry shit.”[/b][/color] He felt like Carmen brought out his vulgar side, and he didn’t mind not holding back. Fuck it they were young, wild and had guns to play with. 

	Benny noted Carmen’s slightly downcast look, messed up a little bit by a smile. Or maybe it was the other way around. [color=ABB2B9][b]”You aren’t thinking of something BESIDES fast flying pieces of metal are you? I know the look of someone getting their feelings all tied up, you’re starting to resemble that…”[/b][/color] Benny proceeded to elbow Carmen a healthy amount in the ribs, in a friend to friend way. He figured if he she had someone to talk about they could get it off her chest, otherwise it was blasting time. [color=ABB2B9][b]”I’ll tell you what, missus quick. I’m going to put another layer off balls, and I mean paint balls, on this drone, to make your boast a little easier for you to follow through with. In the meantime you can tell me whatever you waaaant to.”[/b][/color] Benny put emphasis on the awww part of his sentence. He was excited to watch this drone fly around spraying color everywhere from it’s “wounds”, but he also wanted to back up Carmen on whatever her personal dilemmas were. He had all the time in the world to flaunt his powers anyway, the conjuring doesn’t stop, bro.