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WHO: Cable, Lassi, and maybe Domino.
WHERE: Derelict apartment where Cable does all of his shady dealings.
WHEN: Last night.
SUMMARY: Two men just showing each other their guns!
FORMAT: Paraidfkwhatever.

The old apartment was the default location for casual encounters such as this. There was no need to be on alert. Cable was confident in his abilities to take this man down in case he posed to be a threat, but he was usually able to read people well and Lassiter seemed only interested in one thing--checking out his gun collection.

He brought two suit cases of samples and there was the usual strapped in various locations on his person (most of it covered by clothing). He walked through the open door way and set the suit cases on a rickety old table threatening to collapse at any second.

The soldier waited.

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Lassiter approached the derelict building with some wariness. He was naturally a cautious person--he had to be, since he was a well-hated man back home by very many dangerous people--but he wasn't completely on guard until he saw how, well, suspicious this building was.

He only had his one gun now (thank God for that at least), and he wasn't sure how he would be able to deal with a predicament if this was a trap, but he had otherwise no other reason to think this Mister "Cable" was out to get him. He didn't think he had already done something to slight him to warrant an attack, at least.

He kinda hoped not because, secretly, he was a bit excited to be out of the creepy voyeur apartment complex and not have it be to go around looking for jaywalkers or graffiti artists. He strode into the ruined entrance, calling out firmly inquisitive, "Mister Cable? . . ."

"Lassiter," Cable threw over his shoulder. He was undoing the latches on his suitcases through telekinesis and carefully setting the various guns out on the table for display. All of them were unloaded. Bullets came separate.

Finally, he turned around and smiled at the gun enthusiast. He looked middle aged, worn, serious, astute--Cable breached his mind without really meaning to. It was reflex, but what he saw was a police background and a strong disbelief in his surroundings.

"We've met on the network," he continued, extending his T-O hand.

He opened his mouth to greet him proper, but was taken aback a little by the floating guns. He had seen a couple of powers in use since he had been there, but it was still a little awe-inspiring and off-putting to see them being performed. Really, it came down to he never thought his imagination would be so vast, even if in the throes of a mental breakdown.

Also, they were really neat looking guns.

He scratched his head, feeling a weird sort of itch, before extending his hand to shake the other man's. His eyebrows rose when his skin met metal, "Uhh, yes, hello, I know. I don't think I'd forget a glowing eye." He had the tact to not mention the metal hand, but he probably didn't have the tact to not stare at it.

"It doesn't always glow," Cable quipped, keeping the glow to a minimum. Immediately, his telekinetic hold on his supplies dropped with a loud CLANG against the rickety table.

He nodded and let go after a hearty, brief shake. He turned his back on Lassiter and opened his arms wide toward his gun display. A few he had rigged up himself to replicate guns from his future, but it was not quite the same.

"Help yourself."

He blinked at the dropped weapons, flinching a little as if they could possibly go off at such mistreatment. "So . . . your eyeball controls your telekinesis?" he hazard a guess, trying not to sound so confused as he was.

He lit up like a kid at a candy shop and all but scampered up to the table, eyes taking in everything. A lot of them looked very large and outrageous and dangerous, and he wanted to touch every single one of them. "Which . . . one is best?" he asked, unable to decide which shiny gun to touch first.

"No, but it glows when my power is in use," Cable explained, fixing some of the guns again. This time, he used his thick fingers to make sure everything was straight and in proper order. He could hear Lassiter behind him, bright and child-like at the sight of such an impressive arsenal and it wasn't even half of it.

The best? There were so many good ones depending on the combat situation and what kind of mood he was in. He picked up a LAPA FA-03 (http://bit.ly/3gD3Zj) and handed it over to Lassiter.

"Try this (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/LAPA_FA-03) out first. Less than 500 were made in Brazil, but their men preferred heavier firearms to this light material." Cable trusted him not to shoot him in the heart. He had already went over Lassiter's mind and there was nothing threatening about the man other than a yearn to fight crime and kick ass.

"That's weird," he commented on the eye, "is that common? One big glowy eye?"

He took the gun almost reverently. These were the type of guns back home you stared at online in awe but knew you would most likely never even see, let alone own. "Where in the world did you get this?" He lifted it, finding that it was surprisingly light-weight. He swung it up to point at a dirty wall, testing the sights, but then lowered it back down to point harmlessly at the floor, "Uh, try it out where?" He didn't think the man would really be offended if Lassiter shot up the walls in the condition they were in, but he smartly assumed it was best to be polite with a man twice his size and could probably chuck him a few yards with both brain or brawn.

"Depends on who you are and what you can do," Cable smirked. He felt like he was telling a child that Santa Claus or the Boogie Man was real. All the monsters and ghouls in their closet were coming out to play. Magicians could be real. Psychics were real. He could not fathom a world without it. It was what he was raised into--power and learning how to control it for use against darker sources.

"I have my ways," Cable responded. In his business, he could get his hands on a lot of weaponry. He pointed to a sturdy looking wall facing an otherwise unoccupied building opposite the apartment. "There. Don't forget to load 'er up first."

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