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Monet St. Croix There were sometimes one needed to go to see specialists. For exotic technology. For unique weapons. When one did not have official sources to get things from. When things needed custom made. When something exotic was needed.
    This man was one of the more infamous ones. Said to be a mutated freak borne in a lab from a pouch mixed with a foot, he worked underground in a warehouse. In Atlantic City. Underneath the Boardwalk.
Betty Ross     And to those in the know, the man (?) who created the BFG prototype for the Hulkbusters. While it was never put into regular use due to the ridiculous cost and size, it's still an extremely effective weapon for the person who can carry it.

    And for someone who can't count on her own armory anytime soon but needs to get things done all the same, the place she can go to try and get the rifle working again. Which is why Rulkie is searching for his front door, a very large duffel bag slung over her shoulder hiding what's inside.
Monet St. Croix The people going past her make her seem normal. A twisted cavalcade of cyborgs, mutated beings, a number of individuals with grossly dessicated spines, misplaced internal organs, steroid freaks.. This place catered to a certain clientelle. but it had the biggest guns that one could get.
    Coming up towards Red She-Hulk was a low hanging doorway. With many, many bumps upon it. Past the doorway was the man.
Elsa Bloodstone Always on the lookout for fun weapons that might actually put dents in your latest eldricth abominations. Plus she can afford it so that is how Elsa Bloodstone is under the board walk. Dressed in a bomber jacket and some very comfy looking black leather pants and boots. The ponytailed redhead is eyeballing something very large and with a lot of barrels.

"I do think if this lovely thing can avoid over heating it might be able to cut the legs off of a Makluan."
Betty Ross     Rulkie slips inside, glancing around carefully....she's getting used to needing to duck. Not that it hurts really, but she doesn't want to break the door frame either. She glances towards the redhead in the jacket looking over the displays, dressed in basic black herself...tactical style pants and boots, and a formfitting top that leaves her shoulders and arms bare and shows off more than a little cleavage, but otherwise seems to fit snugly and comfortably. She adjust the strap over her shoulder, then heads towards the front counter or whatnot where she might be able to find the person in charge of taking repairs.
Monet St. Croix A technician would nod up at Elsa, "Lovely taste. That ones still being beta'd. The last time it was test fired the barrels spun so fast it flew off the gun and rolled aroun and shot everything. It nearly killed the test crew in th eprocess. Lovely thing. We just need a stronger way to make sure that when the barrel superfires it doesn't melt off."
    A man goes past Red She-Hulk, "Are you teh gal that always buys the pre-torn leathers? Just if you are lookin' for 'em still someone's lookin' to unload a ton of 'em in right around your size. They're already shredded though if that's not your thing."
    Red She-Hulk is able to slowly maneuver through the door, and inside comes face to facew ith a man in shadow.
    "I was told you needed a gun." A man of ordinary pose and posture. Flanked by no guards. Merely a small table with a sketchbook and pencil.
Elsa Bloodstone Even Elsa is not immune to the effects of a very tall muscled woman in low cut tops. Though maybe as much as blue eyes linger a zipper on her jacdket gets pulled on so her own comes into view. It could just as easily be envy as it is a need to show off.

"Contact me when it's near production deary. And for gooodness bloody sake, you use robots and automation when you do live fire tests. Keep the sentients a good distance away." she states and adds a suggestion that comes in a tone that it's more a command than a suggestion.  

Back toRulkie, Elsa flashes a grin. "It's no fun buying things pre-distressed when you can easily have do it yourself and have fun doing it! Just as long as no one sells pre scorched. And no one was in it when that happened."
Betty Ross     At the question, Rulkie sets the duffel she's bearing on the counter with a clank. "More a repair of one you already made." she says simply, shrugging, then hehs at Elsa. "Depends if what you're bringing in is a one off and all that. Harder to find parts otherwise."
Monet St. Croix The tech would look to Elsa, "We were. They were several rooms away working by remote. What do you take us for, complete idiots?" He would glare over at her then and huff, going to shuffle away. "I'll let you know when the first production model has passed the stress tests."
    Because a gun shooting so many bullets the barrel melted off was apparently something that they needed more time to fix.
    An AWESOME thing to have to fix, mind.
    The man called 'The Liyefahld' would glance out. "Let me see'er." Going to take out a sketchpad. "How'd you get the damage? Bludgeonin a giant ninja death robot? Jabbin it in the toe of a kaiju? Bein' exploded into another dimension? Attemptin' to open a jar of pickles?"
Elsa Bloodstone Elsa turns the death glare up a notch. "Then than was not a good bloody distance away! You've had nearly a century of you egg heads lowballing your bloody range estimates. Do. Bloody. Better!" she warns.

Using the powers of Karening for good!  

The redhead finally goes on with an order that is much more reasonable in her tone. "In the meanI need a bulk order or plasma rifle ammunition. High yield this time. If I can't burn through a frost giant's skull in one shot then it's no good because they never end up hunting alone if they can help it and they need to remember that Asgardian thunder gods are not the scariest bloody thing out in the cosmology that is our existance."
Betty Ross     "It got smashed out of my hands with super strength." Rulkie says idly, then glances over to Elsa again. "How do you know if it'll go througth a frost giant skull?" she wonders curiously.
Monet St. Croix The man would glare over at Elsa, "Spoken like a woman that's never put a fuse to a grenade and hurled it over into a precipice to see how long it took to explode. Daft, think she knows everything Englishwoman." Him glaring over at her while going off.

The Robb would glance at the two, "And obviously you need to get a Frost Giant to put it through the skull of."
Elsa Bloodstone The redheaded monster hunter side eyes the man. "You do not even want to know the things I have had to do in the name of field testing." she warns. "But it boils down to killing things and finding the fasted way to kill them so others can kill them much more safely." She points out. The British sounding lady even dropping the use of bloody in ver vocabulary.

"Frost giants turn up all over the arctic circle. Plenty of spots where the fabric of reality gets thin and you can just tromp through your native homeland. Next second a left turn and whomp. Oslo. So finding out how many shots it'll take to blow a hole in one's head is kind of important for public safety." she explains and grins. "Plus it's fun. And watching the giants run back home and cower so they can be safe is kind of a fun feeling!" she says and grins.
Betty Ross     "Huh. So you hunt giants and monsters and stuff like that?" the tall crimson woman asks Elsa curiously. "You travel around a lot doing that, I'm guessing?" She seems fine with just letting the Robb look over the dented gun for the moment, seeing what he'll say about the possibility of it being fixed.
Monet St. Croix The Robb would shrug, "Not necessarily the fatest way to. Sometimes ya gotta make it last longer fer whatever ritual or permanent method of banishing to kick in. Or ya gotta stall when the endless hordes o' the damned are coming and you need to just have 'em falling over one another's bodies. And yer gonna want a round with nice penetration for that. I think somethin that's got a flamethrower round innit. So when it hits them, it sets their head on fire so the rest of the bullet can break it's way through the skull before it explodes."

The Robb would look over the gun after having given his opinion on the way to shoot a skull. "This.. This'll be fixable but tricky. Way it's crushed means that going to have to take out the entire barrel and then replace it. which means have to dissassemble it and then put in a new one. Which means having to get a new barrel first. Got htis one from a place the US army was making battle tanks."
Elsa Bloodstone "Family business love. Going back ten thousand years when my father started." Elsa explains with a smirk on her lips. "He was adamamant that I carry on the traditions. Like we have any traditions after only two generations." she states and shakes her head.

"Well I'm hoping it will just melt a hole right through. I may have super strength but I can only carry so many weapons before it gets past sexy and badass and lands in awkward. Energy weapons and plasma tend to last longer than comventional ballistics. Sexy as an incendiary round the size of my fist punching holes in heads is. Practical is a juggling act!"
Betty Ross     "Mmm, maybe go with penetration high explosive rounds then. Long as it gets through should solve most problems, if messily." Red She Hulk suggests. "But you probably knew that." She glances back to Robb. "Sure. I can come back for it if you need time for the materials. Long as it doesn't cost an arm and a leg." She flexes an arm. "I'm kinda fond of 'em."
Monet St. Croix The Robb would grunt over at Elsa, "The simplest thing is then to carry all of them on one gun. We have this one called the Quad-Barrel Launcher. It has four rocket launchers, each of which fires a different rocket. Which also shoot smaller rockets of specialized ammunitions. They havea wide blast area and we've not quite figured out the aiming part. But if your target is resistant to two or three things, then if you hit them with enough rockets of different types some of them should work. Probably. If not.."
    He would shrug, "That's why you have more rockets with you." Rob would grunt at Betty, "Red, I like my insides where they are. I know some of the people who buy things from me aren't huge on it.." Seriously where did those people -keep- their internal organs or their spines!?
    "Gimmee a few days to hire someone to steal a few tanks."
Elsa Bloodstone "They take a while to grow back for some of us. And cybernetics itch a lot I hear!" Elsa agrees on the not paying by the limb. "Luckily crypto, cash or jewels tend to make for easier tender to sell." she adds with a nod of her head and a swish of her looomh ponytail against black leather.

"If firearms and explosive don't work that's usually when I need to resort to just stabbing things. And cutting, and hacking. Make a big enough hole then abso-bloody-lutely start unloading in it!" she adds
Betty Ross     "Mm, well, I HAD a sword like the rifle there, but it got misplaced. Who knows where it is now." Red grumps a bit, folding her arms under her chest. "Mmm. I'm not as big on explosives, though I know a bit about them. Other than grenades or such." she admits. "Mostly shooting."

    She nods to Robb, then plucks a white card out of one of the pockets on her top, setting it on the counter. "You can reach me here." Burner phone, of course. But useful enough.
Monet St. Croix The Robb would grunt at Elsa, "Then you need somethin' specialized. I'm thinkin' cluster munitions. Fer the really nice stuff you get secondary adamantium bomblets 'an drop 'em over an area and all the bomblets have whatever yer target is weak to. Or just more explosives and fire. Not a lot is gonna survive that. If it does survive it, then you just use more bomblets. IF it still survives that, well then there won't be enough of it left for you to make sure it doesn't survive a lot longer until you can kill it to death."
    The Robb would nod at Red She-Hulk, "I'll keep in touch. If there's an issue with the turret it might take longer. It's like the US government has issues with us tryin' to make the most of our hard earned taxpayer dollars by stealing stuff."
Elsa Bloodstone "Less collateral would be preferal." Elsa points out. "But adamantium shrapnel also seems implausable." She points out with a look of incredulity. "I'm looking for high impact, and as much precision in a single hit. That said there are times where I don't need to worry. But a lot of time there are civillian types around and people get upset if you try to shoot through them or get them caught in blast radiuses. Like myself. And the do say humans are the real monsters." she states.
Betty Ross "From what I understand, just getting an explosive powerful enough to properly shatter adamantium into shrapnel in the first place would be hard." She rests a hand on her hip. "Mmm. True enough. Collateral damage can turn bystanders against you pretty quickly." She ponders. "An adamantium melee weapon would be nice though, I wouldn't accidentally bend it as easily." She smirks at Robb. "Mmm, try out in New Mexico, I've got a feeling there's some recently trashed Hulkbuster vehicles out that way. They're built sturdy."
Monet St. Croix the Robb would grunt, "Well,y ou need something that can do high impact, precision, close range.. So you need a sword. But with you bein' able to keep your distance as you want to shoot the Frsot Giant in the skull, not be squashed by one." He would go over and move to scribble. "I got somethin for you." Even as he's drawing over for Elsa not a huge weaponized crossbow, but.. It is a gun that.. Clearly shoots swords.
    "And Red, the only way we're ever going to be able to get a weapon made entirely of adamantium is if someone gets that little furry canadian thing with it all in his body and uses him as a flail."
Elsa Bloodstone The redhead ponders the weapon idea of a gun that shoot bloody great broadswords. Almost as intently as she was Rulkie's cleavage. "Swords and other melee weapons I have. Plenty of magical ones that can hit pretty hard and cut pretty deep." Elsa states. "But you just have to love the absolutely novel approach this has!" she states and hmms with a giddy though. "Battleaxe heads. With bombs attached." she suggests with a nibble of her lower lip. "Better flight and can curve like a chakram. Or a giant batarang!"
Betty Ross     "Swords have terrible aerodynamics. Saw heads maybe." Red says, raising a brow as she considers. "Still would be hell to keep on target, but I suppose if it's big enough you don't need to worry about precision as much." She shrugs slightly. "I've seen weapons that were basically mine launchers like that, but they were meant to attach and explode, not slice and dice too." She sighs at Robb. "I know, but it would be nice to have just a adamantium baseball bat or something." She smirks.
Monet St. Croix The Robb would grunt, "We can do the battleaxe ones. And of /course/ they have bombs attached. What sort of plebe do you think I am if they don't?" He would look over at her, "But no Batarangs. Those get us sued and we have enough issues with what we do being.." Illegal and everything. "But I can do battleaxes that are on fire and shoot bombs. Just not the discus thing that Xena did."
    As os siggested by Red She-Hulk he goes to draw an even bigger one. "We can just make it shoot enough things it doesn't matter. And ehh. Adamantium has -way- too much attention. Even if you can get it, everyone notices it. Draws too much attention. Same with vibranium."
Elsa Bloodstone "The things I am at. They'd attach plenty. Then explode." Elsa hmms and nods sagely. "Batarangs are just a design and intellectual property. But you get the idea of it at least." she states to The Robb with a grin.

"The mystical metals are not much better to obtain either. Uru. Adamantine. Nth metal. Luckily I have a few Nth metal weapons stored somewhere but yes, they do get unwanted attention when you swing one. So much hassle explaining that it's metal You cannot own an entire element and other prople probably know more about it or are better with it than you!" she points out. "So much stupid entitlement."
Betty Ross "I didn't know someone copyrighted Nth metal, but always someone trying to control the source." Red says, frowning a bit. "Ah well. I don't really need it anymore anyway. It's just helpful. I'd rather have something that lets me hit people at range without me having to peg them with a rock."
Monet St. Croix The Robb would consider, "Well, I can do something like.. Maybe not a sword.. But.." He goes to draw a Batlteaxe the likes of which is probably more scaled over for a Gundam than it is for a Red She-Hulk.
    "Yeah, some things just aren't worth it. Even if you can afford 'em. But sitll.. Guy can dream. We all have our little fantasy projects."
Elsa Bloodstone Elsa Bloodstone nods her head and grins. "You get that to the prototype stage and I'll take a look at how it handles. Backfiring I can handle unlike Weight's not a concern for me. I'm no Hulk but I can lift a few tonnes. Recoil is not a problem with most firearms." Elsa states and fingerguns to Rulkie with both hands. "And dual weielding. Ambidexterity is a blessing." she blows make beleive smoke from the barrels and then holsters the 'iron' as it's pretended to be.
Betty Ross "Hmm. I am a Hulk. So if it's heavy, doesn't bother me either, or backfiring, long as I can dig in my feet." Red agrees. "Though that thing's bore is big enough that it needs the extra length mostly to hit anything consistently." She shrugs her shoulders. "But the battleaxe looks cool. Might be worthwhile to have some reach, at least."
Monet St. Croix The Robb would consider, "Actually, I got an idea." He would look at Elsa. "We can make a gun that she can fit in. Then when there's trouble, you give her a battleaxe to hold. Then you shoot her from the gun at things. When you shoot her, she drops the bombs. Then you put like a reel on her and yank her back and shoot her again!"
Elsa Bloodstone There's another nod of her head from the bouncy Elsa. "Well I'd suggest double barrel. I know of a cute blonde mutant girl that can drop bombs." Elsa states and nods her head. "But you want range because all though we might surviive a weapon explosively backfiring. Our clothes won't and a Hulk lady has enough of a struggle keeping her body covered as it is. It is not easy fighting with your hands covering yourself. Savate and Capoeira a great styles for it but better to avoid the situation entirely.
Betty Ross "Eh, if I wanted to do that I'd just throw her by hand." Red points out, shrugging. "I dunno about pulling you back after that, that sort of whiplash can't be good for you." She grins and taps her top. "Mm, this is custom though, meant to be durable enough to keep up with me. I'd point you towards the supplier, but it was a one off."
Monet St. Croix The Robb would shrug, considering, "Well, I mean they were goin' on for awhile about some Cee-cee-Ahee armor gratings. But nothing ever came of it. Least, nothin' that no one who stayed sane ever went on about. All we ever got from 'em was someone gibberin' about purple."
Elsa Bloodstone "Combat durable clothes aren't hard to find. And we all have our prefered designers." Elsa says with a chuckle. "No stranger to whiplash either." she states and grins. "I've seen places that can make a chainmail bikini as prorective as plate armor over a bomb suit. They pinch though so I save them for date night." she states and winks to Ms Ross. "Rust proofing is great too."
Betty Ross     "Yeeeeah, need something underneath in leather cups or bits get unfortunately caught between the links, I'd guess." Red says with a smirk. "But these work fine for me. Cleans well too." She grins at the rust proofing comment. "Always good to get it properly treated, yeah."
Monet St. Croix The Robb would sigh wistfully, "I'll get back to you when the stuff you want is past prototyping and when we can get a couple of main battletanks to try adn see ifw e can replace your gun barrel wtih. THe sword-axe might take a litlte extra time, or was it the axe gun? Whichever. We got a ninja infestation upstate and those are -annoying- as feet."
Elsa Bloodstone "Well you guys have my details. Just ship the plasma Ammo first. If you cut the cost on shipping down. I might take care of the ninja problem. You turn the lights on and the little buggers scatter like roaches. Gotta be extra thorough. The queen ninjas gotta take some coaxing to give it up. They're always the most difficult. But it's worth it if you can get them surrendering. If you just kill them the just come back meaner." Elsa states and checks her phone for preferred payments for her current order before she has to go. And maybe punches in a number that was given to Robb by Betsy with a quick peek.
Betty Ross "And here I thought it was the less the ninjas, the worse it is." Red says dryly, then nods to Robb. "Fine, just give me a ring when you've got it ready. Might take a day or two for me to come by to pick it up, depending where I am." She waves idly, then starts wandering out after Elsa, her eyes dropping to the redheaded woman curiously as she does. Not every day you run across an English monster hunter after all...
Monet St. Croix The Robb would grunt, "Yeah, that's what you think, then they find ways to mix it up on you. Someday or another someone's gonna figure out the magic number to have a lot of ninjas and them all be kinda decent at it. Somewhere out there is an arms race but with pajamas and throwing stars." Ambling off into his own narration.