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Nemo grinned. "Of course it is!" He said. "It was one of mine after all, I like to maintain them as original as possible, but a few small tweaks can make all the difference. However even one of my own pieces will degenerate without proper maintenance." Nemo noted as he took a couple steps back and flipped the safety off of his rifle. "Though seeing how well you take care of your sword tells me that it's in good hands."

Nemo shouldered the rifle and took a shot after a brief pause. Nemo handled the heavy kick exceptionally well, but the hit was to the left and high of the center of the furthest wooden target's body. He didn't seem to upset about it however, and began adjusting the scope via dials on the top and side. After a few clicks Nemo shouldered the weapon, cycled the bolt, and fired again, this time hitting much closer to the perfect center.

Nemo shaded his eyes from the sun to spy the hit, after a couple moments he uttered a tsk sound to express his dissatisfaction with the result. He adjusted a dial one more tick before firing once more, this time hitting dead center.

"That'll do for now." Nemo said with a slight smile as he cycled the spent round out of the action. He flipped the safety back on and then walked back over to Raiya. The three shots weren't that impressive of a display all together, clearly he had no intention of showing off quite yet.
"Ladies first." Nemo responded with the rifle still resting on his shoulder. "I only need to zero in the scope, nothing too exciting or pressing enough to hold you up." He added.

Nemo usually always wore his shirts either untucked or half tucked, with the other half out to cover and conceal his revolver. He lifted the cloth up and over the grip to reveal his trusty handgun. He let out a light chuckle. "That is unless you want to have a bit of a shooting competition, forty five against forty five?" He proposed, then rested his cheek on his fist as he pondered. "Though that does raise the question, what would be the stakes of the contest?"
"I don't think dumpster diving is something I plan on doing anytime soon." Nemo replied as he walked out in the forest and found an open area. "Luckily, transmogrification magic is something I'm quite familiar with." Nemo held out his gloved hand, causing a stir with the dead leaves and sticks on the ground in the area. The debris levitated up and mashed together, compacting into four human shaped targets with sturdy rods sticking out of the bottom. Nemo gestured his hand to lower the sticks into the ground, sinking the organic targets down at varying distances to create a makeshift range.
Nemo rested his rifle back on his shoulder. "Seems so." He replied as he got up and walked out of the lab, waving as he exited through the door.

Nemo walked out of the building and looked to the forest. "I don't suppose you've got some empty bottles laying around for targets. It would be a shame to hit one of the trees." He said.

"Don't worry Raiya, I'm sure i have more than enough magic power to make up for Felix's unfortunate situation. Keeping you four out of harm shouldn't be too hard of a task." Nemo commented. He pulled out his communicator and navigated through a few menus until a holographic text box appeared. He began to type out a message as he waited for the session to adjourn.
Nemo sat in the seat with his legs crossed. "Many of my assets are in England, I'll arrange a vehicle for us to use for transport around Wales." He noted. Nemo's interests were definitely stirred by Felix's announcement, Excalibur was a weapon he had desired for a very long time. However he knew that since it was a paragon, it wasn't going to be something added to his collection even if they did find it.
"O-of course." Nemo said, however his tone sounded much more uncertain than his words. He likely hadn't ever given away anything from his collections before. After locking the wooden armoire back up Nemo pulled back the bolt and loaded his rifle with cartridges he retrieved earlier. He shut the bolt and then carried the rifle out of the room by resting it on his shoulder with the barrel pointing down.
Nemo pondered the idea for a moment. He used his pointer finger to push the case closer to Raiya and shrugged. "You can do whatever you want with your new gun. Though be careful with it, it was one of my bests. And don't forget the holster." He replied, gesturing to the black leather embossed holster set in the case. It would either fit on a belt or within her jacket if she didn't want to keep it in her mana inventory. "Until I can sway you over to the six shooter society, accept this as a gift." Nemo added.

Nemo picked up his bolt action and began to load rounds into it one by one. "I need to zero in the scope anyways, so this works out well." He noted as he rested the gun on his shoulder like a baseball bat by holding the front end of the barrel.
"Oh, you'd be surprised what it can do." Nemo said as he slipped the small gun in his pocket. "For .380 I generally resort to the Walther PPK, but your pistol is already fine enough. The other one needs some work though, it's simply too utilitarian for my tastes. I mean what are we, mall cops? It's a real problem creator that's what it is. A fashion problem." Nemo rambled on and pulled out another drawer and retrieved a smaller vintage looking case. He set it down on the table and flipped it open, revealing a pistol nestled within.

"This is what you should have, a Colt Commander in .45 ACP. It's dimensions are a near match as well." The pistol was mostly blued to a near black, with a slightly engraved slide, mother of pearl grips with silver Colt medallions, and some heat blued screws and accents. It wasn't overly gaudy or rich looking like many of Nemo's weapons, but still had more than enough class to be used by a mafioso.
"Only some of them." Nemo responded genuinely as he swung the doors open. Inside there were various rifle cases stacked on top of each other like a library. He ran his finger down the stack until he reached one in particular. "This is where I keep all my finest rifles and shotguns. Most are English in origin." Nemo explained as he pulled a vintage looking case out from the stack and set it on a table nearby. He flipped up the top of the case to reveal a fancy looking disassembled bolt action rifle resting inside a burgundy velvet interior.

"This is one of my favorites however. A Holland & Holland Bolt Action chambered in .375 H&H Magnum. A gun so fine that it can blur the lines between art and weaponry. It was originally owned by Count Borchester until I parted him of it." Nemo explained as he began to assemble the weapon. "Most use it for safari hunting, but I often have other plans in mind." He attached a Swarovski scope to the top and then laid it to rest on the table for now.

Nemo went back to the armoire and returned the case. He opened a lower drawer and retrieved cartridges for the rifle. "I noticed you use a Beretta Model 70. I'll admit it's a choice that's refined enough to be seen with, but maybe I could interest you something with a little more pizazz, how about a... Colt 1908 vest pocket?" Nemo asked, producing a petite engraved pistol that he could practically hide under his hand. He held it up pinched between two fingers as testament to how light it was. The grin of anticipation on Nemo's face betrayed his earlier tone of seriousness.
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