oooo... I hear gunfire!awfuladventureJune 24 2010, 16:24:43 UTC
[Peter, being the little brat and adventurer he is, couldn't help but perk at the sound of gunfire. Well, it all sounded a bit funny... but hey. Gunfire usually means one thing... a fight. Peter couldn't miss a fight if he wanted to. Taking to the air, he followed his ears, ducking around corners until he found his way to the shooting range. Well, he hadn't discovered this part of campus till now. And he liked it. Ducking behind a rather large rock, he peered over the edge to find none other than the blonde Lt. he had spoken with at the masquerade. Helga Sinclaire.]
[whistles quietly] She's a good shot. Don't know what she's firing with, but... [scratches the back of his head]... I'm glad it's not bullets.
[Tinkerbell flies upward, a look of appreciation on her face. Now there was a woman Tink could get along with.]
[The second rifle never fired a bullet. All the lieutenant did was aim it, feel the trigger... then she discarded it.
The weight was off. None of her students would have known, even if she'd switched between the real thing and this, but she would know.
The third model she shot three times before putting on the rack with the other one. A lighter model with a smoother trigger-- might be best for beginners. But she wouldn't make her choice until she had tested all of them.
Helga paused for a moment when she picked up the fourth gun. A Winchester rifle. She'd learned to shoot with this same model of gun. It wasn't that she was sentimental, of course. She... merely admired the make of it as she turned it over in her hands.]
[Peter watched with fascination as she moved from rifle to rifle.
Wait... did she even fire that second one? Huh.
She must know a lot about guns. Particularly these kinds of guns. Peter watched with utmost curiosity as she lingered on the last rifle. She must like that one.
She hadn't loaded it yet. Which meant one thing.]
Heya Lieutenant! Whatcha got there? You really seem to like that rifle you have in your hands. Is it your favorite? Have you fought with it a lot? Ooooh, or do ya have memories with it or something? I know quite a bit about fighting. Got any stories about that one?
[Helga looked up at the sudden sound and started. She raised the rifle a bit before she remembered where she was and that it wouldn't even do much damage if she did fire it.
She let him get his questions out before she rested the butt of the rifle on the ground.]
One of my favorite makes of rifle. Learned how to shoot a rifle on one of these.
[And there were always a couple Winchesters along for every expedition, if not solely Winchesters. She looks him over.]
[Milo had been taking a stroll through the campus--he didn't have much of a plan in mind for anything, to be honest, apart from getting some air after spending so much time on lesson plans and organizing old maps for Geography. But the sounds of gunfire caught his attention, and, rather than meandering towards the cafeteria like he had been doing, he followed the sound.]
A shooting range? I didn't know we had one...
[He jogged over, stopping a short distance away. (Hey, she had a gun. He didn't want to think about what'd happen if she was startled by his approach...) As casually as he could, especially after the fiasco that was the masquerade, he raised an arm and called out to her.]
[Helga cocked the shotgun in her hands again and fired it once more, hitting her target with a third bright green splash before she put the gun aside and looked over at the sound.
She frowns, but it's not an angry expression. In all honesty, there's... some confusion for a moment. But Milo Thatch isn't someone she's going to ask where she goes, what she does from here.
Instead, she raises a hand slightly to beckon him over.]
Oh, I...I see. [Milo approaches and leans over, eyeing the guns. He...honestly can't tell what any of them are, but hey--he's a squishy intellectual, not a fighter.]
Erm...what's the difference between all of these guns? You're going to start off with the, uh, the simpler ones first, right?
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[whistles quietly] She's a good shot. Don't know what she's firing with, but... [scratches the back of his head]... I'm glad it's not bullets.
[Tinkerbell flies upward, a look of appreciation on her face. Now there was a woman Tink could get along with.]
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The weight was off. None of her students would have known, even if she'd switched between the real thing and this, but she would know.
The third model she shot three times before putting on the rack with the other one. A lighter model with a smoother trigger-- might be best for beginners. But she wouldn't make her choice until she had tested all of them.
Helga paused for a moment when she picked up the fourth gun. A Winchester rifle. She'd learned to shoot with this same model of gun. It wasn't that she was sentimental, of course. She... merely admired the make of it as she turned it over in her hands.]
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Wait... did she even fire that second one? Huh.
She must know a lot about guns. Particularly these kinds of guns. Peter watched with utmost curiosity as she lingered on the last rifle. She must like that one.
She hadn't loaded it yet. Which meant one thing.]
Heya Lieutenant! Whatcha got there? You really seem to like that rifle you have in your hands. Is it your favorite? Have you fought with it a lot? Ooooh, or do ya have memories with it or something? I know quite a bit about fighting. Got any stories about that one?
[Lots of questions. Poor Helga.]
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She let him get his questions out before she rested the butt of the rifle on the ground.]
One of my favorite makes of rifle. Learned how to shoot a rifle on one of these.
[And there were always a couple Winchesters along for every expedition, if not solely Winchesters. She looks him over.]
Pan, isn't it?
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A shooting range? I didn't know we had one...
[He jogged over, stopping a short distance away. (Hey, she had a gun. He didn't want to think about what'd happen if she was startled by his approach...) As casually as he could, especially after the fiasco that was the masquerade, he raised an arm and called out to her.]
He--Hi! Helga? [Milo waved limply.]
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She frowns, but it's not an angry expression. In all honesty, there's... some confusion for a moment. But Milo Thatch isn't someone she's going to ask where she goes, what she does from here.
Instead, she raises a hand slightly to beckon him over.]
Mr. Thatch.
[She gestures to the guns.]
I'm deciding which models to use for my class.
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Erm...what's the difference between all of these guns? You're going to start off with the, uh, the simpler ones first, right?
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[She goes to the rifles and picks one up.]
This one's a German model, a Mauser. Little heavier than others, but it doesn't have as sharp as a kickback.
[She puts it down and picks up the second rifle-- all the others are discarded on the ground rather than on the rack.]
But this... American Winchester. The trigger's a little more solid, harder to pull, but it's lighter.
[Her grip changes just a bit.]
Learned to shoot a rifle with a Winchester. ...Still have my first one, actually.
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