Is That A Gun?!

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

Sylvanas had since embraced her life as a Bount, or as humans would call them today, Vampires. While she had not yet drank their blood or feasted upon their souls, she had come to realize that humanity had never apologized for treating her like a monster, nor her people, and Soul Society sought to destroy them for simply existing their menial and small lives. Living in terror and fear within their caves or isolated communities. They lived in Plato's cave, and they were still treated like monsters. Sylvanas had survived and was getting stronger, and as far as she knew, she was one of the last of her kind. Wandering the earth. Yet...She'd discovered the secrets. The secrets to expanding their numbers through her research and studies.

She had discovered the secrets of how to plague the minds of humans and bend them to her will. To make them her willing slaves. She had learned the value of money, power, and corruptive influences. She was no fighter. No, but she had the wisdom and the knowledge to be influential in her own right. As of now, her doll S2 had infiltrated prominent position of government, giving her ample finances to draw from, and with that money, she had drawn the favor of the Yakuza. With that said, she had divested efforts to pull in illegal arms smuggling, human trafficking, and the influx of drugs. Namely, she sent opium across the silk road. Loan sharking also proved efficient as she cooperated with them and rested within pachinko parlors. 

Her final investment was real estate. However, as she'd come to have it. One day, a knock comes across the door to her penthouse suite. Hokkaido with it's busy ports and thriving market had always left room for steady business. As she comes to the door to open it, she recognized him. One of her wiling slaves, Takada. The door opens then. "Eto-nee...Oyabun. I've happened to find this...A gift for you. I found it during one of our jobs. And well...I-umm...I wanted to give it to you." He didn't know why, but his heart thumped when around her presence. Her long dark hair and yet shining emerald eyes seemed to just draw him in. Slowly, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out to her a gun. "Well. Isn't that a surprise?"

She smiles, and slowly reaches out and grasps his hand. 

"Thank you Takada-Kun. You've done wonderfully and I appreciate the gift. I've never had a gun before." She says most truthfully and honestly. Taking the liberty to slowly look it over, running her finger along the barrel and its markings. She didn't know what model it was. Though the Colt M1911 was one of the most popularized and well known pistols of the modern era. Using .45 ACP, she couldn't imagine much reason to be disappointed. "Thank you again. I'll treasure it and learn how to use it." She expresses, and with it, she slowly slides him an envelope. "I'll see you later." Just like that. As the door closed? It felt as if she were alone, and yet not alone. Not as she gazes this firearm from the side. 

[Colt]

Well this was a damn fine pickle he was in. Colt honestly usually didn't like changing hands. A new person picking him up could mean a lot of things, and while he usually tried to speak up. Sometimes it was uh... better to just try and wait things out. When this PARTICULAR wielder showed up. They left much to be desired. Shaky. Muttering to themselves. And seeming to have some kinda fixation. Naturally, when this guy picked him up, Colt had no real interest. After all, he prefered lively guys. And uh, this guy felt like he'd keel over at any given moment.

Even worse? He'd suddenly started talking to himself about Colt being a gift. To some kinda.... lady? Now THAT had gotten his interest. A woman? Perhaps.... a HOT one? Now that was something worth sticking around for! Fufufu. Surely a woman that had THIS guy all shaky and trembly was very much worth Colt's attention! If he could, he'd have been grinning to himself, sensing as he was carried into some kinda.... lair? A penthouse? Ooh she was rich too! The excitement was only growing more and more palpable as they neared their destination!

And at long last, he heard the guy speaking up! ...Wait...what? Colt was.... stunned when he finally got a look at the woman that he'd been so damn excited about. A kid? Wait... No. The sudden.... conflict hit Colt like a brick. The instant he was within her grasp, he could sense her physique. And she was......slim? But busty? Her voice... she ....what the heck? The clashing features of the woman was a little perturbing, she seemed young. But she didn't act young. And she looked a bit ....weird.

It wasn't until his handler, Takada, apparently, had left that he started to realize that this was a rougher situation. Shit. He'd been given as a personal gift. And even worse, it seemed this woman hadn't minded the gift. MAybe if she was some kinda normal girl, he could hope to be thrown away. But this seemed different. Fffffuck. "So like, do ALL your peons look like they weigh as much as a photograph of themselves?" He asked plainly, lacking the usual charm and playfulness he usually had around women.

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

She found herself blinking for a moment. When she heard a masculine voice fill the air. Though she wasn't half sure if she'd heard correctly. "I must be going mad." She said, walking through the living room and into the kitchen, slowly resting the gun atop the countertop as she seeks some tea to liven her day. Earl Grey. She lived in the world of the supernatural, sure, but never had she heard a talking object before. Not a talking gun either to say the least. Though she'd had a few shot her way a few times though. As she sets the kettle to heat, she slowly turns back to the weapon. Picking it up, she slowly fiddles with it. Wondering if that was true.

Before she takes the thing and slaps it along the butt near the magazine. "I can't say they do. No. Quite a few of them can be quite fierce." She says, speaking in a soft English accent. "Well, can't quite say I've ever had an object greet me in such a manner before." She slowly leans herself back against the sofa, holding the gun outward and away from herself, pointed like she would see in the movies or television. It felt heavier than she would have imagined. Then again, that made sense. Those guns they held were just props, just for show and all that. Before she slowly flips it upside down and holds it against her chest. Studying the thing. Though...It seemed normal?

"Quite an exquisite tool a gun is." She marveled. In her time, the most advanced thing they had were flintlock rifles you had to reload after a single shot. Inaccurate more often than not. Taking a deep sigh, she seats herself on the softness of the leatherbound sofa, pulling a lever to make it a recliner as she rests Colt along her lap. "You've officially gone crazy old girl. Here you are, talking to a pistol. Either it's the stress or some trace drugs from the people you work with. Bloody hell..." What the hell was normal anyways really?

"...So. My name is Sylvanas Liskasha. Pleasure to make your acquaintance...Your name would be? And while you are well, a gun. I take it you wouldn't be interested in tea would you?" She figured being polite was the very least she could do. Afterwards, she could make her way to train she figured. She had priorities and an agenda to do as she wrapped up her experiment in recent time. Or she could run through the books again, but that seemed rather boring and frivolous at this point in time too. Didn't it? "I enjoy a good Earl Grey."

[Colt]

Masculine might have been a little generous. Androgynous would no doubt be a much better descriptor, but hey. Not like he could read her mind or anything. Still, he watches as she just kinda blows him off. A little sly smirk inside as he chuckled. "Well dang, didn't know I sounded that crazy. But no, you're not insane. Well, not for talking to me at le-AHH HEY! Whatch where yeoure touching!" HE suddenly shouted, alarmed when she started poking around! A little HISS would sound as he promptly would heat up his chassis, to discourage her from poking around.

Yep. She just spanked his magazine, and he couldn't help but TENSE. Thankfully he didn't have skin, or he'd be red in the face from this treatment! He liked it better when she just thought he was a normal gun! Still, eventually she laid him out on her lap, and he couldn't help but let out a Tch. She was so ...scrawny. Bleh. If only he had a bit more talent with his roots, he could just SHOVE himself off and onto the floor. "Colt. Pleasure to meetcha I guess. And trust me, I'm not exactly used to this either. Like, sure I've been picked up by a girl or two. But you know they tend to be more like....tomboyish? And competent? Gals don't usually pick me up unless they know how to use me. And a guy has never been stupid enough to go giving me as a gift. So new experiences all around."

He paused and looked around. Trying tooo....find.... Something? ANYTHING that could be vaguely body like? What did she even have in her place? Surely there must be something he could ramshackle. Some kinda toy or something? Even just a shell would work. Tch. "I'll pass on the tea. Not really any way for me to drink when I'm like this anyway. I mean, you COULD swallow me. But well, then I'd just have YOUR body, and you would have your soul ejected. Well, If you knew HOW. Which, bee tee dubs. Not gonna tell you. No offense but uh. You look kinda scrawny. And I have a hard time moving around in people's bodies as is. I wouldn't wanna accidentally twist your ankle or some shit."

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

Holy shit. She wasn't crazy after all. The gun could talk. And it was a sassy one at that. She found herself nearly dropping Colt on the floor when they heated themself. However, there was a level of confusion. It acted as if it were a person or something along that line. Yet. When it introduced itself as "Colt", she had to sweatdrop at the aptness of the name. Whomever named them was very original. "If it helps...I can shapeshift as I please. Though I never took it that a gun of all things would have a "type". Anywho." She found herself interested in the figure before her. Wondering if perhaps it was a ghost or something using a gun as a medium. Like those murder mystery shows.

"Pardon. Swallow you? I don't believe I can swallow a pistol." She says, lifting him up, and slowly tapping the barrel along the side of her head, as she tries to digest what in the world he was talking about. "If you need a body, I can help with that. It just so happens to be, you're speaking to quite the talented lady." Slowly taking him, she walks over to a sort of studio room section of the room, where laid out along the floor is some form of spiritual circle. Inside, resting some amalgamated vessel or husk of clay. With elements of sulfur, iron, and other elements resting within. "I was just looking to train anyhow."

Without so much of a thought, she throws the entire pistol into the blob of clay. Before she steps into the circle, and with a knife, she slices her palm. Dripping it upon the clay and Colt in general. "Stammbaum. Blood of my blood. Let clay be the body and let steel be the foundation. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill. Fill." She says, as five droplets of blood spill out atop the clay. She began practicing, channeling her reiatsu, as her circle glows. "Mold and behold creation. Let crimson be the color you incarnate. Let my blood be as your blood. To drink of it is to be as my child. To deny it is as to have your blood spilled." She says, and as she practices this technique, she slowly causes the clay to begin to mold. Change shape and form into a proper body. Though, she was never sure on what exact form they would end up taking. 

Normally, this would be used to create a Bount, but in this instance, as she trains the technique, its kinks, and imperfections, it would allow instead for "Colt" to gain their ideal body to possess. To grant him, or in Sylvanas' mind, it, a new form. "Take your new vessel." She exclaims, trying to gauge what she might view before her. Sylvanas wasn't an overly complicated figure. No. In fact, she'd say she's a rather simple woman all things considered. Waiting to see the results, she'd be lying to say she wasn't excited. What would happen if she tried to give a sentient gun a body she wondered? How far had she come on her spiritual development and power? 

[Colt]

Shapeshift? Pfft, listen to this lady. "That's not really what I meant. But uh... neat?" Colt murmured as he was carried around. The girl at least seemed to mostly believe she was sane. Though as she tapped him against her head, he did TENSE a little. "WHOA THERE! Hey, so uh, I'm still loaded. you wanna not point me around your head, girly? I would prefer to not havea buncha brains all over me." He hissed in tension, trying to be a little ginger as she waved him around. Tch, talk about no gun discipline.

What a weird woman. And it was only about to get weirder. Make him a body? His features twisted into a look of confusion, and suddenly he noticed ...WHAT THE FUCK?! Staring at some kinda shit from some spooky cult movie, he immediately tensed up! "Whoa hey now!" He cried out, only to yelp as he was tossed into the circle! UGH! What the fuck?! And even worse, she started to chant, and INSTANTLY he had a bad feeling about this. Alarm bells going on ALL over him as he promptly panicked.

BANG!

The sound might even startle the woman as he did the only real thing he could do in a situation like this. He pulled his own trigger, and the recoil promptly launched him across the floor, skidding out of that circle and away from WHATEVER it was she had been about to do! "CAN YOU NOT?!" He shouted out as he took a moment to calm himself. What the FUCK had been that?! Whatever it was, he didn't know, and he didn't LIKE it either! It took him several moments to calm himself.

"Listen uh, Cynthia?" He flat out didn't even remember he rname after all that excitement. "I'm gonna have to ask you to uh... NOT do whatever it is you were about to do, okay? I've been through a lot of bloody shit? But uh, voodoo witch magic? Not my gig. I don't need you Edward Elricing some shit itno existence. With my ONLY BODY in the mix! I know you're like..eager to please? Which, bye the way, weird for some kinda cult leader. But you need to fuckin chill, okay?" And she wasn't the only one.

Almost....getting caught up in whatever that was had definitely been a stress. Fuck, how was he gonna get the hell out of here without this crazy bitch doing something weird? He needed to think fast. "Look, hey. You wanna help me out? How about we start with something easier. Huh? Why don't we just... take a deep breath. Calm down. And let's go outside. Fresh air, yea?" He reasoned. Certainly some of the ...behaviors of this girl had the gears in his head turning a little. So he'd play to that. And hopefully not get himself fucked over.

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

Well. Of course she didn't have gun discipline. She'd never held one before, never owned one. She lived in a time of flintlocks and muskets. However, when they fired off? She couldn't help but recoil back from the sound. Before they promptly put a bullet of .45 into her wall. The gun skidding across the floor and lightly smacking into a wall. Before she blinked upon looking upon him. This androgynous disembodied voice possessing a firearm. "Fuck! That was loud!" She protests, though, in those next moments?

"Witch magic?...I don't know whom this Edward Elric is, but I find that awfully funny. I figured that you might have been made through some witch magic yourself!" She huffs in response. "And it isn't witch magic. It's alchemy. Alchemy and proper transmutation." She says, before promptly rubbing her forehead. "Fucking..." She pinches the bridge of her nose, thinking for sure she had to be going fucking mad, or that she was given some cursed artifact. Though if not? She'd grasp him then. Before promptly observing parts of the gun, looking for the safety.

As well as the part with the magazine. Before promptly smacking the flat end of the pistol along the top of her forehead, and smacking her hand along the butt of the Colt. Trying to figure out how to take the damn magazine out, though gave up after a second or two. "I'll take you outside. If you don't fire off again. Do you have any damn idea how much trouble you're about to cause? Firing a bullet here?" She grumbles, before promptly the thing. How odd it was that the gun had sentient thoughts.

"The name is Sylvanas. Sylvanas Liskasha. And evidently, you're some sort of ghostly apparition that's haunted this weapon. Before we go anywhere. Let's have a talk. And some tea." She says, walking over to her stove to get the kettle set. "Not for you, more so for me. And you can tell me all about your murder mystery. Whom killed you and why. Take things a bit more slowly, now that I know you're capable of shooting yourself." 

[Colt]

A shaky sigh escaped Colt as he narroed his eyes a bit and promptly responded. "YER DAMN RIGHT IT WAS LOUD! Don't go throwing me into mysterious ritual circles!" He shouted right back. A grunt escaping him as he watched her picking him up. He narrows his eyes just a little, and he clenches, keeping her from touching any of his controls, keeping them from budging until she finally gives up. A furrowing of his brows shown as she begins to capitulate slightly. Well that was good at least.

"I'm not a ghost. I'm a Mod Soul. an artificial soul. I can possess stuff. Stuff, physical beings. Stuff like that. As I said, if you were to swallow me, I'd eject your soul from your body. I'm not dead though, I was never alive." He clarifies. A pause as they started to head onward. A sigh escaping him as he considered the situation. "Alright. So, I understand your desire to like...help? But I don't need that. Presently at least. I just wanna get outta here. So a suitable body will do just fine. If you got any uh..... " HE paused. And considered his words.

He didn't want to ask for a corpse. He had a feeling there was a non-zero chance that she might just kill someone. Hm. "I uh... got any ....stuffed animals? Or anything? Anything nonliving but bodylike?" He ventured. Being very specific with his question this time around. Being too liberal with his words got him thrown into that fucking circle, after all. Not like he could do much. Well, aside from maybe intentionally fire wshen she went and tapped him against her head like an idiot. But as wild as this woman was, murder was NOT his MO. No, he'd just have to ...figure out a way out of this place.

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

It was a wonder on how much control the gun had over itself. She never would have guessed that it was actually something more. An artificial soul? How fascinating. Yet, from the way they spoke, she sweatdropped. "That just sounds like a ghost but with extra steps." Though, with that said, Colt mentioned they wanted a suitable body. Stuffed animals was what they asked for. Something nonliving but body like. Blink. Blink. "I'm afraid not. Not off the top of my head. Because I'm not seven years old." That said?

"While I could just make you a body, I suppose if you'd like something simpler? We can go browsing together in the market." She takes the liberty to hold the gun in her hand, before slowly flipping it around in her hands a few times. "...Say. Is this gun you're possessing special? Or can you possess anything? And how in the world would I swallow this pistol?" She asks, taking the liberty to put on her shoes and make her way to the front door. Opening it, she could view witness to two officers looking straight upon her down the hall. Shouting at her with tasers raised.

"...Now I see why people say guns are troublesome." She says, before slowly channeling her spiritual energy, looking straight ahead of herself. Her eyes glowing an eerie shade of crimson, as she stares deeply into their eyes. "Nothing happened...It was a false alert. Go away." She says, before promptly gazing into their eyes. It was a strain for her to use this technique, but within a few moments or so, they seem to mumble to themselves, and put aside their tasers. Then swiftly walk downstairs before she takes Colt and shoves him into a handbag. She promptly seals the zipper shut afterwards.

"Stay quiet for a margin...Or I'll throw this bag into the ocean." She threatens, though she wasn't really sure if she'd really go through with the threat. With enough said, she would make her departure out from her wonderful little abode down towards the street below. Thus, Colt and Sylvanas would continue their little misadventures in just a smidgen bit. As she cups her hand over her eyes to cope with the difficulty and fatigue that technique left upon her. What a fantastic situation she was living in.