Ah, I need a hobby. Nix sifted through things to do, which was a very strange thing to do as a normal human. Sewing sounds boring. A bicycle sounded interesting. Next to take a peek at was boxing, a combat sport. Meh, seems like a testosterone filled and useless thing to do. She watched people do it just like she had with all the other hobbies, but something caught her eye. Who she was watching held a traditional stance and defense, and threw a simple jab. Nix saw everything that went into it in slow motion almost. He used the jab to close the distance between him and his opponent. A straight coming in, left hook, and finally, an uppercut. She watched as he used so many different muscles to generate power in his punch, transporting the energy smoothly throughout his body and into his knuckles. Nix was amazed. The man's opponent dropped, and of course he was declared winner. Trotted around the ring, hands in the air. Nix was now obsessed. I have tried so many things, but not one looked as interesting as this. She found the nearest boxing gym, and hopped on her bike. Well, if it wasn't fun, the concept of money doesn't exist here anyways.

Hun wished she could stay in her half asleep state for as long as she wanted. The blanket warm, no tension. She sat up, and thought about her dream last night. Crazy. How can someone be silver? She thought about the museum which contained her mother's belongings. It is the weekend, I have time to drive to Jagsonville. The house was completely silent as she got into her Mister 2 and drove off, sending a text to her parents before she got on the road. Then she threw her phone in the passenger seat. She wouldn't be needing it. The quiet dawn road, dampened by the air, shone light the sun threw at it. It almost reminded her of her dream, but no golden door and no Liuxing. Her height made her car like a sleeping bag almost, cozy with warm and still air. The slight pressure with her foot on the gas pedal, the calm morning all made a nice start to a day. Time really went fast in this state, and before she knew it, she was at her destination. The large museum had large doors, and appeared to be well built. The parking lot was pretty full, and Hun took a little bit finding a spot to park. Got out, closed her door, and payed for her ticket inside. It wasn't just a museum for Liuxing's guns, and Hun's guns weren't even the main attraction. The museum was dedicated to the evolution of firearms. A Wiet Nom War era F16a1, which was a jammy mess but still led to weapons like the F16a4 and the Legalight Rifle 15. Everything from the Grande to the FF M2000 which managed to eject shells from it's front even though it was a bullpup rifle. Wow, that was near the start of this century. It was actually interesting walking around there, something Hun had not come for. Glass cases came and went until one which had the exact same presentation as the others looked familiar. YIFAMR. Hun looked deep into the info card that sat next to it. Yangtze International Fully Automatic Military Rifle. High caliber marksman rifle in which had alternative fire mode capabilities such as: hyper 2 round burst, standard 4 round burst, and full auto. The complicated mechanics of these functions made this rifle not only expensive to make, and it's powerful round made it difficult to control on anything other than semi automatic. It is the same length as a standard marksman rifle, but its bullpup design slightly lessened recoil and made it so Yangtze International could cram more barrel into it, making its already large round even more potent. Made infamous by the terrorist Hun Liuxing, who used it in the way it was meant to be used, as a close range armor shredder and accurate at long range. Hun jumped when a museum worker said "Excuse me?" She turned around, and looked at him. "If you have any questions about our displays, you can ask us at any time." Hun nodded. "Is this really Hun's YIFAMR?" The employee nodded right back. "Yes ma'am, it actually is." Then he broke his professional attitude and squinted at Hun. "You look just like her, wow. Are you one of those people that says Liuxing was a prophet?" She was almost mad at that comment. "No actually, her actions make me want to never be born."

"Why?" A little bit of silence before the response. "Because she's my mother." The employee took off his work hat, and whisper yelling. "What??? Yes, you are one of them, you're coming to my boss's room immediately." After a drawn out session of walking, they arrived and sat down in the two chairs angled to face the founder. "What's the problem here." At least he got straight to the point. "This woman here claims to be Hun Liuxing's daughter. That's just a lie and we can kick her." The man picked up the collection of admissions. "No, according to this payment her legal name is Hun Mamasha, and if I recall correctly, was Hun's daughter that Seal and Pistolet adopted." Am I just the only one that doesn't know? The employee gave up, and the manager stared at her. "To answer your question, no." Hun shook her head. "What question?" "I know what you are going to ask. You want her stuff back." Hun performed her and her mother's signature grin out of the right side of her mouth."Y'know, you're right. But could I at least inspect them?" The employee looked at his boss, disdain on his currently wrinkled face. Mr big boss man didn't even turn his eyes to him. "Fine. But if you get puppy eyed once it's time to put them back, I'll never let you in this establishment again." "You got it, bouss." She made two little rocking to and fro finger guns, balanced at a 30 degree angle left, on her toes on her right foot. A nice pose, to be sure. But how did gravity not bring her down? He pondered what could bring the Liuxing family down. Probably not even getting your arms crushed then torn off. Oh wait… He opened the door and brought his keys over to the glass in which the YIFAMR was. The container's pleasant, perfectly clear wall opened up. Hun looked at the Owner. He turned and nodded to her. She lifted it, pulled the bolt back, saw nothing in the chamber. Checked all the things that should be normal with a YIFAMR. Everything was in order, and buttery smooth. It was almost like it was constantly being prepared to be used. It's recently polished surface showed off it's pleasant bullpup curves. Speaking of which, Hun Mamasha didn't care much for them. Owner looked at her as he pressed a button on the inside of the glass. The bottom of the container opened up. The CV19 was pulled up automatically, where the man simply made a gesture towards it with his hands. Hun Checked the YIFAMR before handing it to him. The silver gleam of the CV shone to her. It's magnificent. It reflected like a mirror, and felt perfect in Liuxing's hands. The second magazine as a foregrip was such a strange yet fascinating concept, and for some reason, it shot 2 bullets per trigger pull with a pistol version of a .50. It must be insane to use. Every inch of it appeared to be perfect. She felt as if, it generated it's own warmth. The grip fit her hand perfectly. The trigger felt exactly the right distance from it, and same with the trigger guard. The way it curved was fantastic. It felt like she was holding a piece of Hun herself. Strange to think about. She furthered her gaze upon the CV, inside and out. It was so glossy under the warm glow of the lights. The mere meaning of the ability to remove someone's consciousness from its very existence with some ease was insane. Why a Binary trigger on a shortened .50? Why a marksmen rifle with the ability to fire 4 round bursts or full auto? That's just uncontrollable and stupid. The shine of the metal grew brighter until she could no longer look at it. So she looked up, yet it was nearly a reflection of what was above her. A very disgruntled Liuxing took invisible stairs down from the light, and glared at Mamasha. No one else appeared to see the timely appearance of a dead, internationally known terrorist, so she just tried to play it off. Liuxing wanted none of it, so she gave Mamasha a solid punch on the shoulder. She looked down upon Mamasha from her taller height. "You really think you have the ability to question what I do, after I died for You? In the same city you live in today? I should have known." Mamasha forgot she was in a public setting and began to talk back to the O great Liuxing. "How are you supposed to even use these effectively? A round like 8.29x44 mm seems a bit uncomfortable, or a pistol .50 with a binary trigger." Liuxing grimaced from one corner of her mouth. "It was an announcement mainly, that Lolita could guide me, and that if I was meant to fail, I would never do so. So of course I chose the most difficult options available to tighten my grip on fate." Mamasha laughed. "You failed, idiot. So what's your point? Maybe this willpower bullshit is why some people jerk off to you." Now the glowing figure gave her a punch from her left hand. "I was destined to succeed, as are you. Plus, who could resist my allure anyhow. Quite a compliment if you ask me." She gave her another with her right hand directly on the side of Mamasha's poor head, right as she was questioning Liuxing's comment on her Fate to succeed, and then went unconscious.

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