Backdated a bit due to Shiraasan's hiatus

[have_your_lives]

[While it hardly falls anywhere in the usual scope of his activities, Schuldig is certainly competent enough to follow a recipe, and so he's made a perfectly passable chocolate cake. He included icing, too - not so much because he's nice as because he's suspicious enough to not want to give Shiraasan any logical reason to deem the cake unfinished or unacceptable. He was promised a gun, and he wants a gun - but he's still having a hard time believing anyone would trade a gun just for this, so he keeps looking for loopholes that might be used to screw him over.

So, cake in hand, he's currently knocking - or, actually, a little closer to pounding - on the door of 1448 Mitchell Road. He's looking for Shiraasan, although to be honest, he never asked for her name...and the other inhabitants of the house may get to the door first.]

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Sorry! I'm back now!

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig may be surprised to see a very small child answer the door. On the other hand, she doesn't appear to be very surprised to see him.]

Is that the cake?

No problem, it's just backdated because Schu wouldn't have waited days to deliver it~

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig raises an eyebrow, but he's beginning to adjust to the strangeness that is Mayfield - having seen a lot of strangeness in his own world helped, too - and he recognizes the voice. No point in looking a gift homunculus in the mouth.] Mmhm. You have a gun for me?

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

Yeah. What kind do you want? Something like this?

[And suddenly, she is holding a handgun! There was no slight of hand here, although there was a bit of smoke as it poofed into being. Where there was once nothing, there is now very definitely a gun. Looks pretty sturdy, too.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig's eyebrows go straight up. He's not sure what he expected, mind you, but guns literally popping into existence before his eyes was not it.] Are there any sort of limits on the guns you can make...? [Oh, yes, he plans to examine the possibilities of this talent from every angle.]

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

Maybe...? Usually this kind of thing would do me in at home, but I don't have to worry about that here. Never really thought about testing the limits. As long as I can make what I need, that's good enough.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[As tempting as it would be to test just what Shiraasan could do, Schuldig decides he should probably play it safe for now.] A Desert Eagle or something like it will do. And some bullets to go with it.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs as the gun currently in her hand disappears as quickly as it had come. Not a moment later, Schuldig's shiny new Desert Eagle appears, along with 9 extra rounds.]

There.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig grins.] That must be a useful talent here. Is the gun loaded already?

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

It came in handy against that god of insanity from a while back. And yeah, it's already got rounds in it.

[She is staring rather meaningfully at that cake.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig notes this and grins, holding it out to her.] Good enough, then.

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

Awesome.

[Yay cake! She looks pleased for once as she takes it.]

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

[Schuldig chuckles.] May I have the gun now? [He reaches out for it.]

[snackaholictank.livejournal.com]

Sure. [She hands it over. Clearly her attention is still mostly on the cake.]

Careful with it, okay? Bye.

[have-your-lives.livejournal.com]

Oh, absolutely. Later. [And with that, Schuldig takes his gun and ammo and heads off. He still can't entirely believe the trade he just made, so he's not going to stand around questioning his luck.]