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[ravkanwitch]

Nina's been wearing more modern clothing recently - especially after she figured out the solution to her bone knife dilemma, a holstered rigging that she can wear either on her upper arms or her legs. And after her encounter with The Darkling, she's been wearing them more blatantly and currently has them strapped to her upper arms, on top of her shirt.

She's found a couple of revolvers similar to what she was used to shooting with Jesper* and set up some empty bottles in a makeshift shooting range as far away from the mansion as she can. Yesterday, she sent both Janet and Laertes a note with the location and time, hoping they can easily find her.

Nina is frowning. She just fired a test bullet and it zipped right between two bottles.

*Instead of a Zemeni revolve with inlaid pearl, it's probably closest to a Colt Single Action revolver with six bullets, where you reload it with a cartridge rather than single bullets in the cylinder.

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[sorrowandsorrow]

Honestly, Janet's embarrassingly thrilled to have heard from Nina, though you'd never get it out of her. She's been surrounded by drunk, obnoxious men. Even the man she likes the most needed drying out not long ago.

"Hey," she says, some palpable relief at seeing Nina in her voice as she walks up. "You look hot, by the way."

[rememberettersberg]

The all-too-familar sound of gunfire draws Nightingale, cautiously, to discover its cause. He relaxes upon sighting the range, though one hand has risen reflexively to his shoulder, palm shielding a spot just below his collarbone. He notes Nina's mode of dress, raising an eyebrow at the knives, and waves the other hand, holding his cane as per usual, to encompass the situation in general.

"Are we preparing for war?" he asks mildly.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe has been looking all over this damned mansion for Nina. He's finally resorted to stalking the grounds, briefly passing by a greenhouse where he caught a glimpse of Shen Qingqiu's form through a glass. He paused for a moment there, his heart in his throat—caught between the pleasure of seeing him and the agony of not being able to approach—before tearing himself away, leaving half his heart behind. So by the time he finds Nina on the grounds, doing—something loud—he is agitated. Still, the sight of her already settles him a little. "Beloved Nina. Please tell me you are well—I cannot take any more torment."