And where do we feature?

[live_ringer]

Characters: Gene, Fred, Grift, Nikki, Broom
Date/Time: All throughout the Master/Apprentice event (meaning there may be some backdating)
Location: The Range on Melee Island
Rating: PG for violence against paper targets. :P
Summary: The class for how to shoot something ded is now in sesssion

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[grinninggrifter]

As Gene spoke, Grift's mind drifted. He knew the protocol for handling a gun already, and it simply seemed redundant to even bother listening, so instead he eyed the table of guns. A Glock, a Sig Sauer, a rifle... all good guns. He was beginning to lean towards the rifle when the AK-47 caught his eye.

"Hel-lo there," he said to himself, eyes bright as he strode over there and picked the gun up, sliding one hand across it and inspecting its make with great interest. A smile crawled its way across his face as he held it loosely in his hands, a comfortable feeling of familiarity rushing over him. Sure, it was of a Russian make - a fact that Grift disliked - but a good gun was a good gun

[live_ringer]

Gene raised a brow at Grift's enthusiastic inspection of the AK-47. It looked like he had a live one

[grinninggrifter]

"Then I'd be worrying about whoever feels the need for an AK-47," Grift said, then laughed. "Although I must say, I may have to look into getting one for myself at some point. They're not my weapon of choice for defense, but it's a treat to take out to the range."

Grift followed Gene over to the target dummies, taking one of the earmuffs while he was at it and letting them hang around his neck. "Semi-auto," he said, looking pleased as he inspected the dummies. "Nice touch there. All I've been practicing on are blocks of wood."

He settled his earmuffs on his head and got the gun ready. "Just tell me when, sir Teacher."

[live_ringer]

"Hah, probably wise," Gene said mostly under his breath. Truth be told, he probably should have been more worried before taking the commission, but it was a lucky thing common sense kicked in. "You may want to take to renting from the stall if all you want is a romp on the range. If you aren't doing it constantly, it'd be a lot cheaper. ...Then again, you're a Greeter, right? You probably could afford to get one just for fun." Lucky bastard.

Gene laughed when Grift commented on the dummies being a nice touch. "Thanks. They're mostly junkie things we found in the Scrapyard that no one knew what to do with, so I figured no one would miss them if I found a creative use for them."

He didn't even bother hiding a smirk at the playful title. "Is your selector lever at the lowest level? If so, I'd say you're ready to go," he said as he situated his own earmuffs.

[grinninggrifter]

"Renting, hm? Perhaps. Nothing like having your own, though. Besides, what's money for besides spending?"

His smile faded into an expression of concentration as he bent his knees slightly and squinted at the target before squeezing the trigger. He shot it a few more times, only the tilt of his brow and the twist of his mouth betraying the thrill that still went through him with every shot. It was truly a terrible thing to aim, but he still managed to hit the target nonetheless.

After he had finished, he lowered the gun and whistled lowly underneath his breath. "Whoo-ee. I forgot the kickback on this thing. It's been a long time." He paused. "In fact, I've never shot one here, so to be fair, I don't remember at all."

[live_ringer]

"Kalashnikovs are a pain when it comes to accuracy. Still, I'd say you did well enough, considering." He nodded to the dummy that now had a sizable hole in it as he pulled his earmuffs down.

"You know you've shot one before, even if you don't remember?" Gene supposed that wasn't out of the question to know. Muscle and skill memory came back more easily than hard facts, after all. Still, it left him rather curious. "Any idea about the context of that? Think it was just for fun or for something more serious."

Yes, it was nosy to ask. Gene figured Grift would have little problem circumventing the question if he didn't want to answer.

[grinninggrifter]

"Oh yes," Grift replied. "No gun's quite like this one, as far as I know. Memories or not, I'd remember shooting something like this."

The question didn't take him by surprise, but it was one that he didn't intend to answer. He assumed a contemplative expression for a moment and unwittingly, his few memories rushed through his mind. The sound of grinding flesh, his own voice saying I shall shoot you in the forehead, the burns upon his wrists, the ease in which he carried himself through illicit activities

[live_ringer]

Gene shrugged and let the topic about the context in which the gun was used drop. If Grift didn't remember, he didn't remember (and even if he did, there was little point in prodding; Gene certainly wasn't open with what little he knew of his own militaristic engagements). Rather, he decided to focus on a part of the conversation closer to the present.

"You stuck around when the giant ants were about? Christ, that had to be a scare. Though, that's hardly the only giant thing around." Gene had seen that himself with the bullfrog... thing in Crystala. It was a big part of the reason he kept that sort of fire power around. You never knew what you might run into.

[grinninggrifter]

"Only when the first were coming," he said. "I wouldn't stay here voluntarily." Grift exhaled, and pushed another magazine that he had brought with him into the gun.

"At least most giant things around here don't actively rampage." He grimaced, patting one hand to his chest. "Disneyworld was all well and good, but we lost a lot of old spirits over at the bar."

He glanced over at the target, then back at Gene. "I'm ready for another go, but first I think that the master should give me a little demonstration. If you're the teacher, you'd best be better than me, Gene."

[live_ringer]

"Hah, you're smarter than some, then." Nooo, that wasn't a dig at his currently missing brother who went back into the ant infested tree, what would make you think that

[grinninggrifter]

Grift smirked at the mention of squirrels and bluejays, surprising himself with the mental images that followed. "As long as they don't have more than four legs," he said. "I've had quite enough of insects."

After Gene shot, he took the gun from him and waggled one hand dismissively in the air. "You get an A-minus. You'll need a few more headshots to get one hundred percent." In truth, he was rather impressed; he found few during his time here that were better shots than him and both Gene and his brother were very, very good. That sort of thing made you wonder.

"In all honesty, you're a dab hand with guns, aren't you? Did you learn here, or was it that, oh, innate-discovered talent stuff you get around here?"

[live_ringer]

"Ha, I imagine we've all had our fill of that." Some more than others, since he had heard that more than one person around here had fallen to giant bugs.

"I suppose I'll have to work hard to get my percentage up, hm?" He blinked as something about that struck him as... familiar. He recalled being in the cockpit of the Gundam in his memory, and feeling his face make the motions of disappointment during the simulation. Maybe it was related.

When Grift asked him where his proficiency with guns came from, Gene shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, I'm sure I had some background in it back where I come from. I can't be sure of the extent." Which was technically not a lie; there was likely more to it all than he knew. "Might have even grown up around it, since it seems to be a shared family interest."