"No painting today!" Makita promised as people arrived. "Today, we shoot ( Read more... )

When the gun club members arrived today, they'd been handwavily informed to wear old clothes that they didn't mind ruining ( Read more... )

The gun club had gotten handwavey notice to meet in the Danger Shop today, sans weapons ( Read more... )

"Sometimes, you don't have the best working conditions," Makita began. "Maybe you're out in the desert, and you get sand in your barrel. Maybe it's pouring. Or maybe you tripped and dropped your gun down a canyon and had to go fetch it. But it's important to know how to safely take your gun apart, clean it, and reassemble properly to prevent ( Read more... )

As usual, Triela had brought a lot of her own gear to the range today. But some of it was new. Specifically, she had a small stack of wooden cut-outs that were shaped like pistols, but were clearly props. "Today we're going to do something a bit different," she announced with a small smile. What? She liked changing things up on people ( Read more... )

Observant gun clubbers would note that, today, the usual fixed targets at the end of the range had been replaced with little circular targets on metal cables. "We've talked about shooting to wound or disable, and how difficult that can be, so today we're going to practice hitting targets that move." She grinned. This was going to be fun ( Read more... )

Triela had come in early to put up new targets for this week. Full-body silhouettes, with legs and everything. Someone wanted to talk about disabling people.

Which was fine with Makita; it gave her a chance to show off her aim.

"Salaam!" she sang once everyone had arrived. "Sometimes, you cannot shoot to kill. Sometimes you have questions, ( Read more... )

Triela spoke in low tones with Makita as people trickled in for the club. Once it was time to begin, she turned and spoke up ( Read more... )

Most people, when going down to the salle, tended to wave around Very Pointy Things ( Read more... )

A small pile of daisy chains was growing by Makita's bare feet as she sang, her clear voice strong and cheerful. You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Another flower necklace joined the pile, and she started in on weaving some tiger lilies together while she started her next song. He's five foot-two, and he's six feet-four ( Read more... )