This story is about Douglas and Rickel /Cu568S0,GE34ldC (My Rickel and Douglas)
It was true, after getting transported to Grand Gaia, Douglas was out of bullets. He dare not say where he came from, but one thing was for certain, no one in the land of Grand Gaia knew of this mystical "bullets". As he would show his gun to villagers, they would always say, "You should find Rickel, she's got 2 gizmos that look kinda like the one ya got there!" So Douglas vetured to the coast to find this mysterious Rickel.
Douglas could hear the gunshots from yards away as Rickel demonstrated to onlookers her accuracy and marksmanship. Douglas approached carrying his gun, "Ma'am, where did you find ammo for those guns?" Rickel replied curiously, "Ammo? What's that? Some new spell? These are Rickel, as is my name." Douglas scrunched his face trying to put to words exactly what he needed to ask of her. Douglas opened his mouth, "What. Do. The. Guns. Fire? Are those bullets?" Rickel looked back and chuckled, "No, this is magic, they aren't something you put into the gun!" She fired a magic slug at Douglas as it pelted him lightly and dissapeared.
Douglas was now more confused, as in his world there was no magic. How could he compete? Could he ever fight again? Douglas looked over the guns in her hands. "May I see one of your guns?", Douglas asked politely. "No siree, these are precious to me, it's the only thing I have close to a memory of who I used to be.", Rickel said. "Could I study them from your hand? Just hold it out and I'll look. There has to be something making this work.", Douglas retorted. "I guess, but don't try anything funny!", said Rickel.
For hours Douglas stared at the guns in her hands, watching them fire, noticing the intricacies, until he saw the mechanism near the barrell sucking in wisp like energy. He saw Rickel close her eye everytime she more she would concentrate the stronger the shot. He ran to a few general shops and gathered materials, a few stones here, a few ores there, and finally decided to test his new mechanism. He set up some stray potions and put them on a fence. Rickel watched curiously as she thought to herself "Was that really all he needed to get his weapon working?" He concentrated hard as a flurry of bullets sprayed all over hitting each potion over and over, though not uniformly. "I DID IT! I FINALLY GOT YOU WORKING!" He hugged his gun and Rickel smiled and headed out of the village, thinking that she wasn't the only one who loved her weapon.
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