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Charlotte was still within one of the training grounds within the base, carefully looking over the guns Olorin had created for her. She didn't consider herself a Marksman, not really anyway...but he had to give the girl credit; they were among the most well-made guns she'd ever fired. The recoil, the accuracy, the power...it was clearly the work of a genius.Meanwhile, Elis would finish gathering all of the necessary coordinates, and would move to gather the rest of the group. She moved towards where Charlotte was to inform her first.
"Wonder whose's smarter between her and Elis." Charlotte thought absentmindedly. It was helpful, distracting herself with idle thoughts like this. It kept her from being emotional, from thinking about just what she wanted to do to those cultists. She could almost imagine her hands around their throat, wringing the life from their eyes as she slaughtered them...
"...Focus..." She thought to herself. If she kept thinking like that, she'd make the same mistake that Seraphina did. Slowly, she took a breath, her gaze returning to the weapons in her hand. She had already grown attached to the handcannon in particular, Pheobe's Joy proving to be the most compatible with her marksmanship style. Though, of course, her main weapon had already long since been decided, the nanomachines on her arm vibrating softly as she held Pheobe's Fist to the light. Looking at the weapon reminded her of Elis again, remembering the conversation she had with Relma earlier.
"...Hope the kid's alright..." She muttered to herself.