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Post by Cassidy on Apr 20, 2021 17:13:11 GMT -5
"What's it take to find a decent gunsmith round' these parts..?"
In the type of business that Cassidy had found himself knee deep in, it was necessary for people like he to continuously grow in both strength and skill in order to keep up with the ever up and coming amount of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and fellow ne'er do wells all aiming to take the critically acclaimed spot he now held amongst the upper echelon of their kind. Considering his past, and his affinity for combat as is, it wasn't particularly hard for Cassidy to climb the ranks in terms of raw strength, and he already dwarfed much of his competition purely power-wise.
However, with such rapid leaps in strength and skill, came the problem of scaling the equipment he used to be suited along with it. His armor and mercenary wear he himself could deal with, hell, there wasn't much needed to do in terms of the stockman's sheathing anyways. It was his armaments that happened to be the main cause of concern for the cowboy.
His sole weapon of choice happened to be his trusty six shooter- a revolver he's had since he was a young boy, as his interest in firearms stemming from a love of old western flicks was present even within his early, youthful years. Seeing, however, that much of his quarry had a natural resistance to everyday Earthling ammunition, Cassidy had come up with an effective solution. Utilizing his usage over the domain of Ki, he infused every bullet he shot with a large amount of his own energies, and that gave his shots the extra little zip they needed in order to cause some real projectile damage to his adversaries.
The problem was, though, now that his power had increased so considerably, his revolver was having trouble being able to sustain firing such powerful rounds from its chamber, and not wanting to risk completely breaking the thing while in combat, Cassidy now sought out someone that would be able to fix up his mighty magnum to properly handle his level of strength.
It was much, much, easier said than done though, especially since Cassidy was presently attempting to find such a person without having to resort to potentially working with someone who was based in the criminal underground. While he was sure he'd be able to easily find someone in the depths of the lawbreaker underworld, those fellers weren't always the best of people to trust, just, in a general sense. He'd rather not deal with the potentiality of them putting one in his back while he wasn't looking, as even with his strides made in strength, a bullet when you're not expecting it was enough to put down most people, no matter how powerful.
But, while much more fruitful in terms of finding more faithful individuals, it was less fruitful in terms of turnout in people in general anyways when looking through the general population for someone that fit the bill that he was looking to fill. It was quite disparaging at times, with every mechanic and gunsmith he had gone to not having the type of skillset needed to try and mess around with fixing up such a deceptively complicated piece of magnum machinery.
After shifting through yet another set of individuals he had been tipped off to find throughout West City, and finding that none of them met his standard, Cassidy decided to take a bit of a breather, now choosing to lean against a wall just outside of a parts shop, which was commonplace considering the area of West City that he found himself in. It was heavily populated by tinkerers and mechanics alike, so outlets and retailers such as this one was in no shortage of number.
Heaving a great sigh, Cassidy took out a cigarette, smoking to himself as he mused over his options, wondering where he'd need to be looking next.
In the type of business that Cassidy had found himself knee deep in, it was necessary for people like he to continuously grow in both strength and skill in order to keep up with the ever up and coming amount of bounty hunters, mercenaries, and fellow ne'er do wells all aiming to take the critically acclaimed spot he now held amongst the upper echelon of their kind. Considering his past, and his affinity for combat as is, it wasn't particularly hard for Cassidy to climb the ranks in terms of raw strength, and he already dwarfed much of his competition purely power-wise.
However, with such rapid leaps in strength and skill, came the problem of scaling the equipment he used to be suited along with it. His armor and mercenary wear he himself could deal with, hell, there wasn't much needed to do in terms of the stockman's sheathing anyways. It was his armaments that happened to be the main cause of concern for the cowboy.
His sole weapon of choice happened to be his trusty six shooter- a revolver he's had since he was a young boy, as his interest in firearms stemming from a love of old western flicks was present even within his early, youthful years. Seeing, however, that much of his quarry had a natural resistance to everyday Earthling ammunition, Cassidy had come up with an effective solution. Utilizing his usage over the domain of Ki, he infused every bullet he shot with a large amount of his own energies, and that gave his shots the extra little zip they needed in order to cause some real projectile damage to his adversaries.
The problem was, though, now that his power had increased so considerably, his revolver was having trouble being able to sustain firing such powerful rounds from its chamber, and not wanting to risk completely breaking the thing while in combat, Cassidy now sought out someone that would be able to fix up his mighty magnum to properly handle his level of strength.
It was much, much, easier said than done though, especially since Cassidy was presently attempting to find such a person without having to resort to potentially working with someone who was based in the criminal underground. While he was sure he'd be able to easily find someone in the depths of the lawbreaker underworld, those fellers weren't always the best of people to trust, just, in a general sense. He'd rather not deal with the potentiality of them putting one in his back while he wasn't looking, as even with his strides made in strength, a bullet when you're not expecting it was enough to put down most people, no matter how powerful.
But, while much more fruitful in terms of finding more faithful individuals, it was less fruitful in terms of turnout in people in general anyways when looking through the general population for someone that fit the bill that he was looking to fill. It was quite disparaging at times, with every mechanic and gunsmith he had gone to not having the type of skillset needed to try and mess around with fixing up such a deceptively complicated piece of magnum machinery.
After shifting through yet another set of individuals he had been tipped off to find throughout West City, and finding that none of them met his standard, Cassidy decided to take a bit of a breather, now choosing to lean against a wall just outside of a parts shop, which was commonplace considering the area of West City that he found himself in. It was heavily populated by tinkerers and mechanics alike, so outlets and retailers such as this one was in no shortage of number.
Heaving a great sigh, Cassidy took out a cigarette, smoking to himself as he mused over his options, wondering where he'd need to be looking next.
