[We now have defined Nuwa is at least level 74, nice.
The words in this holographic screen means nothing to her. She's pretty sure what each individual word means except the...'amigo sincero' part, but, well, demons aren't generally known for using weaponry. She'll have to figure this out on the fly, she supposes, thankfully having a general idea how these are supposed to work. How hard can it be to aim and pull a trigger?
The blade extending from the tip of the rifle looks pretty useful, too. Without much hesitation, she takes advantage of how long the rifle is and sticks the tip of the blade right between the lid and the chest, and leverages to pop it open. Here we go!]
[ Pop goes the second chest! There's no victory track for you doing it this way but you do feel hella cool while doing it.
It contains... a full suit of power armour! No, it's another gun. It's Borderlands, guns are the bread and butter of this game or whatever the saying is. ]
WEDDING INVITATION
Will you be the rest of my life?
✦ +33% Critical Hit Damage
✦ +15% Weapon Fire Rate
✦ +15% Reload Speed
✦ 6.0x Weapon Zoom
Always incendiary. Critical hits return ammo to the magazine and cause an explosion centered on the target, with ricocheting shots dealing cryo damage.
[ Wow, who got married? Hope her arms can carry these. Just like the first time, the holographic screen merrily floats to inform her of the weapon's stats (who even reads these?), before the source of light flickers away. She is free now, with TWO GUNS, to look around or... er, well, there's nothing much to do from the looks of the room. What now? ]
[Oh, good, a reload speed improvement, I think I preferred those guns, haha]
How unwieldy. Am I suppose to, perhaps, hold it like this?
[Nuwa holds the cannon of the Wedding Invitation with a hand, the other hand staying right under the trigger. She has to take a minute or two to experiment on how you're supposed to hold these steady. Nuwa fails to figure that out, but it probably will be fine. She'll do it once trouble arises.
Once she managed to carry both rifles with her -- by tying one to herself with her muddy whip -- she evaluates the situation once again. How to use these to get out? Let's examine this stone door and try to figure out. Sticking the blade of the Amigo in here probably will only break the weapon. Let's just try to get out by opening this door. Who knows, maybe it's not locked]
[ Nuwa poses with her gun like a person trying out new clothes they just got in her private sanctuary. There is nobody to see her and applaud, but there's also nobody to point and laugh.
The door is quite heavy, with a metal handle near the bottom reminiscent of say, a garage door. Getting closer, she can hear some more din, though it's muffled and intelligible unless she focuses.
She can try to push or pull, but the door is quite heavy and firm, unmoving. ]
[It was worth a try. Alas, these doors are just as sturdy as they look. The sounds are of interest, though. Nuwa tries to listen carefully, closing her eyes and attempting to find out what could be the source or if this is a sign of something she can use]
[ Nuwa listens in, and as she strains her ears, she can hear... hm, it sounds like a male voice announcing things loudly and boomingly, even if the contents are intelligible. They really did a good job of soundproofing this room, huh?
She can also hear something that vaguely sounds like... cheering, perhaps? Stay and listen, and she can make out the tail end of whatever that booming, announcing voice proclaims.
[ Rejecting the gift of water I see, though granted, she's in a MG so the suspicion isn't unwarranted.
She steels herself for whatever nonsense is coming next, then! Stand back, as her door rumbles and starts opening (yes, still like a garage door), and the booming announcer becomes clearer. ]
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The words in this holographic screen means nothing to her. She's pretty sure what each individual word means except the...'amigo sincero' part, but, well, demons aren't generally known for using weaponry. She'll have to figure this out on the fly, she supposes, thankfully having a general idea how these are supposed to work. How hard can it be to aim and pull a trigger?
The blade extending from the tip of the rifle looks pretty useful, too. Without much hesitation, she takes advantage of how long the rifle is and sticks the tip of the blade right between the lid and the chest, and leverages to pop it open. Here we go!]
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It contains... a full suit of power armour! No, it's another gun. It's Borderlands, guns are the bread and butter of this game or whatever the saying is. ]
WEDDING INVITATION
Always incendiary. Critical hits return ammo to the magazine and cause an explosion centered on the target, with ricocheting shots dealing cryo damage.
[ Wow, who got married? Hope her arms can carry these. Just like the first time, the holographic screen merrily floats to inform her of the weapon's stats (who even reads these?), before the source of light flickers away. She is free now, with TWO GUNS, to look around or... er, well, there's nothing much to do from the looks of the room. What now? ]
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How unwieldy. Am I suppose to, perhaps, hold it like this?
[Nuwa holds the cannon of the Wedding Invitation with a hand, the other hand staying right under the trigger. She has to take a minute or two to experiment on how you're supposed to hold these steady. Nuwa fails to figure that out, but it probably will be fine. She'll do it once trouble arises.
Once she managed to carry both rifles with her -- by tying one to herself with her muddy whip -- she evaluates the situation once again. How to use these to get out? Let's examine this stone door and try to figure out. Sticking the blade of the Amigo in here probably will only break the weapon. Let's just try to get out by opening this door. Who knows, maybe it's not locked]
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The door is quite heavy, with a metal handle near the bottom reminiscent of say, a garage door. Getting closer, she can hear some more din, though it's muffled and intelligible unless she focuses.
She can try to push or pull, but the door is quite heavy and firm, unmoving. ]
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She can also hear something that vaguely sounds like... cheering, perhaps? Stay and listen, and she can make out the tail end of whatever that booming, announcing voice proclaims.
"... ...ll ready?!..."
Followed by an uptick in the cheers. ]
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[That must be some raucous cheering. Nuwa opens her eyes and steps back, always keeping her eyes on the door, until she reaches the back of the room.
One look around, just in case. Chests, glass of water, a bed. No ideas come to mind that'll lead to her making an infallible escape right now.
Perhaps, all she can do right now, is wait. No point in being hasty. Let's see what happens if things run their course for a while]
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She steels herself for whatever nonsense is coming next, then! Stand back, as her door rumbles and starts opening (yes, still like a garage door), and the booming announcer becomes clearer. ]