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How bothersome. A simple matter of height was preventing the Bullet from aiding his fellow comrade! Grabbing Blasphemy by the hilt, he stands tall (as tall as he can, that is) and use Blasphemy to press the button, ringing the bell. -
Oh, he did not desire the title of sir? How odd. "I am a Bullet-kin, yes, so I am immune to most non-magical diseases. I will go to support miss Halley in her mission. Also, if you do not wish to be called sir, what title do you prefer?" The Bullet may be a stranger in a strange land, but he had manners. After being told Visrii's preferred title, he makes his way to the front of the house where Halley is.
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Racing behind Visrii, the Bullet ponders the nature of that house. It seemed fairly ordinary to him... "Hold on, sir Blackflame! Why exactly were you so invested in the nature of that residence? It seemed fairly ordinary to me. Are you missing another of your comrades in there?" If that was the case, should they not go back? Surely, whatever the risk, it was worth it to try and find their teammate.
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Oh, it seems the lady followed him? Good, he supposed. Better together than separated, what with all the attention. "Hello there, madam Lexiel. I am pleased that you followed. It seems we have met someone new at this doorstep? Do you know him, perchance?" The Bullet maintained some distance between himself and the house, still unsure of Visrii's intentions.
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Only now recovering, the Bullet's breath comes in heavy pants... What were these people doing? Why were they being attacked? And, more importantly, why did he get himself involved in all this...? He couldn't believe the brashness of his actions. He must find out where these people are. Ah, the flares from earlier! Following memory and instinct, The Bullet ventures in the direction of the flares, towards wherever Visrii and Halley are.
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Oh good gun. How in the world had it come to this? Not only had they failed to defeat the man from earlier, now there were two others? And one of them was a heretic?! The Bullet couldn't believe his luck. Or the absence of such. "We must escape! Now!" And with that, The Bullet fired himself in the direction of the fire escape, rolling to land safely.
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It barely even scratched him! Bah! Time to try again.... Opening his cap, he sprays gunpowder on the Austrian man. Action: Powder Spray
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Aha! Rushing up the fire escape, The Bullet reaches the rooftop battle. Readying himself for combat, he rolls into the fight. The Bullet swings Blasphemy, sending a shimmering magical projectile towards the Austrian man.
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More noise. This time from further up. But how could he get up there with the lift now broken? Thinking on his feet, the Bullet leaves Weapons World and searches the alleyway where he originally was for any way up to the rooftop battle.
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The Bullet's eyes dart around the room. What was this? It sounded like shots being fired. A fight, potentially? Although he hoped not, he was sure that it was. As Lexiel leaves, the Bullet draws his sword, holding it in front warily. Hopefully this did not have to end in violence.
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"Oh, yes, yes... I see. I should be fine with my current equipment, and I am quite unsure of the currency used in this place. But you are without any skilled infiltrators? What exactly are these security measures, and what is preventing passage past them? And if not infiltrating, what else can we do?" The Bullet ponders, scratching his lack of a chin. How would a human cultist summon an entity that could destroy worlds? He had never heard of such a thing before, but he had little other choices.
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Finally, someone who treated him as though he were a sentient being, and not some other's slave. Extending a hand, The Bullet smiles. "You may call me The Bullet. I don't usually go by any other name. But, hmm.... Seattle, you say? I have met some who have spoken of such a place before, although it was probably from a different world..." World-eating creatures, huh? If that were the case, then the Gungeon might not be far behind. Knowing in his cold, lead heart what he must do, he kneels to Lexiel whilst holding his sword in front of him against the ground in a display of respect. "I will join your honorable quest. I must do what is right for my kin. What exactly is your business in this... Seattle? I will attempt to help as much as possible."
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Bah. Of course he knew not of how he was summoned. The Gungeon's tale rarely ever reaches into that much depth, if he had ever even heard it. For now, this man was quite useless, and surely the Bullet could find something better. Looking around, he notices the woman waiting at the register. Maybe she would be more helpful. He boldly approaches her, and salutes on his approach. "Hello there, m'lady! I apologize for the lack of niceties, but I am quite lost here and would like to find a way back to my world. You see, I recently arrived here through unknown means, and seem to be in one of the many other worlds outside of the Gungeon's magic. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
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Oh, how wonderful. More people like this. "I'd rather not be here myself, in all truth. But that is besides the point. Would you happen to know anything about the nature of this world, and how I suddenly arrived here? I'm quite lost." The Bullet speaks loud enough to be heard in a wide radius around him, probably unwisely. At this rate, the Bullet may just have to roll with things and start attacking, but he hoped very dearly that it did not come to that. These people were simply quite irritating. But he would maintain his honor and dignity, and put up with them until he found an answer.
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This service is appalling. First they call him a drone, a servant. Then his species is insulted and he is left unanswered? Absolutely terrible. Quite irritated, the Bullet wanders around the shop, looking for anyone who could be of assistance.
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The Bullet seems even more offended by the man's statement, suggesting that He was obviously a drone because he was a bullet? How dare he. Slamming his hands against the counter, the Bullet looks the man dead in the eyes. "I will have you know that there are many of my kind that are sentient. I suggest you refrain from any further remarks about my species, thank you. I would like to know what world I'm in, and how I got here."
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The Bullet just stares dumbfounded at the man. Who was this Dave person? Why would he know anything about the Bullet? And most of all, the Bullet did not take kindly to being called a drone. He was different from those ones. He was no mere pawn. How rude. "Why, may I ask, do you refer to me as a drone? I assure you that I am no-one else's, and that I am fully capable of my own sentient thought. I came here to ask about where this place is, and the nature of this world."
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The Bullet, still lost in wonder and horror at the surroundings, focuses. The heresy of this world did not matter yet. He must find out where he is before anything else. Carefully, the Bullet steps out into the store room, and approaches the front counter, eyes darting to and fro.
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The Bullet didn't realize he was in a women's washroom, as he doesn't actually know what a women's washroom is. While he is quite intrigued as to what exactly is going on in all these small rooms, he has more important things to do. Namely, finding out where he is. Maybe the answer lies outside. Only one way to find out. The Bullet leaves the conspicuous room, in search of this singing man.
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The Bullet stays determined on his search. There must be some man singing this... How else would it happen? He would find this man, and get some answers. And he had a feeling that the answers lied in this building. Looking at the window, he steels his mind for what may lie ahead, and climbs through the window, into the store.
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The Bullet awakens, shaking his head. What happened? And why is he in an alley? More importantly, why is this man singing? Clearly, something must be done. Approach the man, and inquire about where they are, and why the man is singing.
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Here it is.