Lanyards, part two AK Pistol = loli nekomimi "Master!" >you blink and sit up on the couch as you hear the voice of Carmen, your AKM pistol, a Romanian PM md. 65 "What is it?" >you ask peering over the back of the couch as you hear the bell on Carmen's collar jingling just before she rounds the corner running towards you with your cell phone "It was buzzing." >Carmen says, smiling she comes to a stop and sticks the phone in your face >it takes a moment but you remember you had set it to vibrate while on the charger "Alright, let's see who messaged me." >you say as you unlock your phone and check your text messages as Carmen gets on her tiptoes to peek at the screen "Oh, looks like our favorite lunatic is inviting us to an open carry thing." "Miss Mizuki?" >Carmen asks as she looks up at you with her feline ears twitching "Yep, she says there's a gun club function today" >you reply while reading the rather lengthy text message "I like her." >Carmen says with a big grin "She's a gun loving lunatic and you only say that because she gives you candy." >you say as you ruffle Carmen's hair earning a giggle from the nekomimi of a waffegeist "Hmm, Mizuki says it's at the coffee place near the park." "Arme și cafea!" >Carmen shouted with a hop making her collars bell jingle and skirt whoosh "Yeah, yeah guns and coffee" >you say with a smile patting your energetic waffegeist's head "So are we going, master?" >Carmen asks with her tail in high spirits and ears perked up "Of course, but no lattes for you Carmen." >you say giving her a serious look "You end up bouncing off the walls." "Fiiiiiiiine." >Carmen replies with a pout -- >you enjoy your current spotify playlist as you drive to the coffee house, while Carmen is preoccupied watching the scenery pass by out of the passenger window >at a stop light, while your AK pistol's waffegeist stayed looking at something out the window, you gave Carmen a quick look over, making sure she was presentable >since you'd given her that genuine East German bakelite hand guard set and pistol grip, with that ALG AKT, the short AK pistol waffegeist had become a bit more outspoken, along with developing a few soft curves that had helped make her seem less underdeveloped >the additional red track suit jacket, T-shirt with the Romanian coat of arms, matching red skirt, and sneakers had been a nice touch that helped your little Carmen fit in better with the other club member's AK pattern rifles >as the light changed to green you smiled, confident that today would be a good day --- >as you park at the coffee shop, you notice the attendance of the gun club is a little bigger than you anticipated "Looks like a decent turn out." >you say watching one of the more car obsessed club members step out of a very nice '76 Oldsmobile Delta 88, along with his 10/22's waffegeist, a petite beauty with black hair, pale skin, glasses, and wearing a walnut-brown short sleeve dress. You smile as they walk by hand-in-hand. >only for your smile to drop off your face as you spot the tall form of a local gunsmith walking towards the coffee shop with her Bulgarian AK's spotted lynx of a waffegeist with a big poofy tail walking with her arm in arm >the lady gunsmith wasn't a bad person, but she was particularly good at telling people off, especially when it came to gun building and she could be a bit on the scary side >plus her AK's waffegeist could give off one heck of a glare at anyone who was too close to her shooter >either way you did your best to avoid her bad side, not exactly easy since she may have been threatening you with disapproving lecture over how you were wrong to have built Carmen into a pistol and not a rifle "Come on. Come on." >Carmen says as she bumps your shoulder with her head "Okay, okay." >you say as you tie the end of Carmen's lanyard/leash to your wrist "Lets go! Let's go!" >Carmen says excitedly hopping up and down in her seat "Alright, alright hun." >you say with a smile as you open the door and climb out of your car with the short waffegeist hopping out right behind you "Yay!" >Carmen says with her ears perked up and tail in high spirits as she followed you holding onto your hand >glancing around as you and Carmen walk up to the coffee shop you see many of the club members had their waffegeist guns with them to enjoy the day out as well. All of them talking and enjoying coffee, tea, and various confectionary treats ----- >at the coffee shop's patio you see one of the more well known club members at the first table, but also one of the few active military members and the only paratrooper in the club. As you and Carmen walk by he gives you a smile and wave. You and him had gone shooting before and he's helped with gun/gear advice. You return the wave and smile back, but don't stop to talk as your plan is to get something to drink first. He's a little odd, but good people. >at his right sat his rifle's waffegeist a very impressive, older DSA SA58 paratrooper clad in her usual milspec clothes. At 5'10" she was tall like most battle rifles and, if you're being completely honest, a gorgeous FAL pattern rifle and as waffegeist she was a knock out of a brunette with hazel eyes, seemingly athletic body, and lovely tan. It was the impressive way those two worked together that made you decide to get a FAL for yourself, but that would be much later after saving money for awhile. >before you pass their table you note the short, but very very well endowed FNX sitting on the taller waffegeists lap who's lanyard/leash is wrapped around the battle rifles right hand. You quickly decide that you don't want to know where the taller geist's left hand is, nor do you want to know why the FNX is blushing and panting like she went through a rapid mag dump ------ >you keep a firm grasp on Carmen's hand while continuing to make way through the large group on the patio while your short waffegeist looks around excitedly >as you walk and greet various acquaintances, you see at the table near the door is a guy with brown hair, short beard, and glasses wearing a long sleeve shirt and cargos chatting with his SKS' waffegeist. The SKS' Geist was rather pretty with her chestnut hair and matching ears and tail >the SKS smiled waved at Carmen who returned the gesture eagerly, while you and her shooter, a man you've gone shooting with before on occasion, exchange a friendly nod >reaching the door, you note you hadn't seen Mizuki yet. Given your lunatic friends "quirks", you decide to find her first so she didn't try to make a scene ------- >as you enter the coffee shop you hear a hearty guffaw from your left and looking that way you see old man Jones with a few other older veterans at long table. All of them are laughing and talking with several equally veteran waffegeists. At old man Jones' side was Barbara, a genuine 1942 M1 Garand and his service rifle from World War Two. >you smile at the scene, but keep moving to the register to place your order "What can I get you?" >the smiling brunette at the register asks >before you can give your order a giggle from Carmen draws your attention from the menu to the large main windows, through which you could see a short girl in some kind of school uniform skirt with short, fluffy hair and a white jacket with a scorpion on the back. The short girl looked like she was laughing as she rode on the shoulders of somewhat muscular woman, easily six feet tall with long black hair, a kind face, wearing jeans and OD hoodie with the name "Simonov" on the back >you smile and return your attention to the menu "What do you want, Carmen?" >you ask your cat eared waffegeist "A large hot chocolate!" >she exclaims with a big grin "A small hot chocolate for her." >you say as Carmen pouts and the cashier laughs "And-" "A ricotta turkey sandwich, a double espresso, and a slice of that red velvet cheesecake." >is the only warning you get before Mizuki drapes an arm over your shoulder "Gonna make me pay for that too?" >you ask as you give Mizuki an unamused look "Well since you offered, sure!" >the short haired Asian girl replied with a maniac's smile "Ugh, fine whatever." >you grumble as you agree ----- "What are you going to order?" >Mizuki asks as she stays draped across you, much to your annoyance "Probably a cold brew coffee." >you reply as you shrug off the lanky maniac "Cawfee?" >Mizuki asks with a shit eating grin, earning a silent glare from you "Cawfee?" >Mizuki asked with her grin now ear to ear "Quit using bad engrish on purpose." >you reply flatly to your lunatic of a fiend "But cawfee~" >Mizuki's grin stays ear to ear, while the two of you had something of a stare down, until Carmen piped up "Gween tea!" >she declared with a big grin breaking the tension and making you groan and the crazy Japanese girl you called a friend burst out into laughter "Ugh, that's it Mizuki. You aren't allowed to pick animes for movie night." >you say with a groan as you rub your face "Just give me a cold brew coffee and a cake donut." "That'll be $22.43, sir." >the cashier says cheerfully ----- >carrying the tray of cups and food you pass by a table with a man arguing in Spanish with a HK G3, who was holding a broken butt stock >while his girlfriend, a tall, smiling, Hispanic woman sat, stroking the hair of her CZ75, that was wearing cat ears for some reason, as the pistol waffegeist sat on her lap "Well, that took long enough." >Mizuki comments as she scoops up her share of the food and drinks "Yeah, yeah." >you reply while passing Carmen her hot chocolate "Thank you." >the little waffegeist says with a big smile "You're welcome, hun. I'm glad someone appreciates me." >you say giving your maniac of a friend a pointed look >Mizuki just rolls her eyes, while sipping on her espresso "So what's this "radically awesome" thing you wanted to show me?" >you ask before taking a bite out of your donut "A friend of a friend of a cousin of mine got a hold of some rare AK parts. Including some rare magazines~" >Mizuki says making both you and Carmen perk up a little "Which mags?" >you ask as nonchalantly as you can >Mizuki smirks before biting into her sandwich, then pulls an AK magazine from her purse and tosses it on the table. Letting it land with a respectable thunk in the middle of the table. Looking down you recognize it as a Soviet slab side mag. "Wait for it~" >Mizuki says and before you can say anything the grinning girl tosses another mag on the table >you can feel your eye twitch as you recognize the orange mag as being Izmash made bakelite magazine "How??" >you blurt as you stare at the fairly rare magazines "Like I said grapevine of people I know." >Mizuki says with a smug grin before she sips on her espresso ----- "Here Carmen, go get yourself a slice of cake." >you say handing the little waffegeists a five dollar bill >Carmen glances between you and Mizuki then nods and runs off with a grin "How much?" >you ask with a grimace as you look over the worn but in very good shape magazines "Cash wise? Nothing." >Mizuki, says rolling a single shoulder lazily "Oh, hell you want a favor. Don't you?" >you ask with a frown "Two favors, actually." >your maniac friend says holding up two fingers with a smile that makes you suspicious "One favor for a club member you've met before and one favor for me." "Okay, what's he need help with?" >you ask still a bit suspicious "He's got a Kalashnikov as well, but she's a little weird and he thinks that some time with another AK would do her some good." >Mizuki explains before inhaling the last bite of her sandwich "Well that doesn't sound too bad, but why doesn't he just come to a gun club function?" >you ask sipping on your coffee "Eh, he's neck deep in job transferral and can't make it to an actual club meeting." >she explains with a shrug "And the favor for you?" >you ask squinting at Mizuki suspiciously as this all seemed too easy "I'll let you know when the time is right." >Mizuki says with a big smile that only makes you more concerned "I got raspberry and chocolate!" >Carmen announces as she comes back to the table grinning and hops into her chair before she looks back at the magazines on the table "Um, master, are those magazines for me after all?" >the little cat eared waffegeist asks looking up at you >for a moment you consider saying no, but the thought leaves your mind quickly as you see Carmen looking up at you with big hope filled eyes >glancing to Mizuki you see her with a smug smile plastered on her face "Yes, both mags are for you, Carmen." >you say ruffling her hair earning a giggle "I'll be sure to call and give you a heads up a day or two before." >Mizuki says still smiling smugly