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[You know what Mayfield has been missing out on?

CHAINSWORDS

These machines you may know as 'sounder pounder tree cutterdowners' are somehow swords and your two favorite Warhammer 40k heroes are dueling with them.

None of the smoke associated with chainsaws is to be seen but the sound and the whirring of the blades can't be missed. Not to mention the sparks caused by the clash of blades.

Yes, they're clashing.

Standing a good foot and a half shorter than Garviel, Cain is somehow managing to not get a chainsword blade stuck in his head. He can't fight the Space Marine strength on strength but his ability to deflect the blade must either be instinct or awesome skill. Either way, they still pause every so often because fighting a frakking Astartes is like hitting your head on a brick wall.

Feel free to gawk, think they're insane, or that their weapons can't be wieldy due to physics but they still handle them like they're Jedi Masters.

At the park, of course.

Garviel and Cain will be tagging the threads separately and threadjacking between the two may happen.]

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[CHAAAAINSWORDS!

Cain totally mentioned those to her once. She had forgotten up until this point, when she was jogging through the park on an errand... and saw them fighting.

With chainswords.

What was she doing again?]

...

[It doesn't matter anymore, because she is going to stand there and gawk. That is her new errand. That.]

[Hold on, another break.]

Is something wrong, kid?

[...is something wrong?]

[Is... something... wrong?]

[IS SOMETHING WRONG?!]

[All right, now that she's gone through THAT thought process...]

YOU HAVE CHAINSAWS FOR SWORDS! THAT IS SO COOL!

[Does... does that even answer his question?]

That seems to be the general consensus. This is pretty common where we're from.

They are? Uh. So everyone fights with those?

Doesn't that get loud?

Only officers, Commissars, and Astartes. Most soldiers just have a lasgun and a bayonet.

And you were a Commissar, right? One of the... cheerleader... ones.

[Recall, memory. Recaaaall!]

If by cheerleader you mean 'put a pistol to the back of a retreating soldier's head and tell him to get back in the firing line or else', then yes. Not that I do that but it's pretty common for other Commissars.

That's good. You'd be kind of mean if you did stuff like that!

Um. I know I'm not an officer, buuut... can I hold it?

Just...be careful.

[He grabs the safety strip on the back and offers it out handle first.]

I can?! Thank you! I promise not to drop it!

[Sora reaches out and grips the handle with both hands. Properly, too. She's used swords plenty of times! Just... not any this... chainsaw-like.]

You could probably drop it from two hundred feet up and it wouldn't break. Either way, just thumb the activation switch and it'll start.

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Hullo there, mamzel. [Garviel is taking a brief break as well.]

Hello! [She stares for a moment.] Um. Who's Mamzel?

Why, that would be you.

[He gestures vaguely towards her.]

Oh, no. I'm Sora Himoto, not Mamzel!

[that is a name, right.]

A pleasure to meet you.

[He pauses.]

You are japanese, aren't you?

Yes! I am! Wow... How did you guess?

Your name. [He smiles slightly behind his helmet] I notice such things.

Oh! Oh. I guess that is a really Japanese name, isn't it?

Ah, but what's your name, sir? I think I've seen you around before...

My name is Garviel Loken.

[He nods]

That is entirely possible. I live on Stevens street, where do you live?

Stevens? I live on Stevens! At... um... [Hold that thought. She has to check for the address, which is written on a note that she gets from her pocket. It's not that she doesn't know where she lives, she does; it's that she can never recall the number, which is what other people keep asking about.] 2236 Stevens Street.