[ He rubs the back of his head with a sound of annoyance, but at this point, it’s no so much the guns not being here as it sounds like history repeating itself a little. Just his luck, honestly. ]

Well, I can build ‘em. Give me some time with any weapon and I can break it down, no problem. Privilege of being a god of conflict—There’s no weapon I can’t wield and repurpose.

[ …Now, can he use them well is a different matter. We don’t need to get into the fact that his aim with guns is awful. ]

Just a pain in the ass, considering I just spent the better part of the past year going through the process of setting all that up where I’m from.

[ Which was a lot of hard work, dammit! Tezcatlipoca may be an almighty, all-powerful god, and that was especially true in Mictlan, but there were limits. He still had to reverse engineer all of Koyanskaya’s guns himself, get the factories set up, teach the Ocelotl how to even use them… He loves guns, and that’s motivation enough, but going through that all over again doesn’t excite him. Especially since he doesn’t have Koyanskaya’s top-shelf gods to pilfer this time around… ]

Well. Before I go wasting my time with all that, any idea how long this Oracle gig is supposed to last? Not worth setting up some gunsmiths if it’s all going to be wrapped up in the next week.