Military Reserves, Wellspring Arms Shooting Range, Tuesday Afternoon
For the first time, it was Jak who took the first talking shift. "Hey, guys. We're in the shooting range for a reason," he said, nodding at the... well, the scenery behind him. "Some of you probably haven't used a gun before. Some of you haven't had enough practice. So we're getting some practice in today. If you don't know what you're doing, me and Triela are going to give a demonstration." This was probably the wordiest anyone was ever going to see him, so, y'know. "Practice safety in the range. Don't keep your finger over the trigger. Remember that firing any gun is going to give you some recoil, so brace yourself."
He squared his shoulders. "But I'm sure Triela'll give you the run through," he finished. "Anyway, you've got your short range," point at the shotgun, "Your long range," at which he held up his Morph Gun, blaster attachment attached, "Snipers, handguns, semi-automatics, automatics..." He trailed off. "Lots of guns." You know. To keep things simple.
Kennedy was mostly keeping her mouth shut on this one, guns and slayage not being particularly compatible activities in her experience; for today, she'd mostly be standing there looking serious, kind of daring anyone in the group to goof off so she could get up in their face about it.
Zack, on the other hand, was going to keep his mouth shut, stand there looking serious, and occasionally crack a little smile as he looked around the group. He liked people! He couldn't help it!
"Please, be sure to pay careful attention to everything you're shown today, if you're planning on handling any of the guns," he stated. "I probably don't have to tell you that, because most of you guys have a healthy respect for most weaponry, but it's important enough that it's worth stating. I'll have to give you stern looks and a lecture or something if any of you get hurt."
He squared his shoulders. "But I'm sure Triela'll give you the run through," he finished. "Anyway, you've got your short range," point at the shotgun, "Your long range," at which he held up his Morph Gun, blaster attachment attached, "Snipers, handguns, semi-automatics, automatics..." He trailed off. "Lots of guns." You know. To keep things simple.
Kennedy was mostly keeping her mouth shut on this one, guns and slayage not being particularly compatible activities in her experience; for today, she'd mostly be standing there looking serious, kind of daring anyone in the group to goof off so she could get up in their face about it.
Zack, on the other hand, was going to keep his mouth shut, stand there looking serious, and occasionally crack a little smile as he looked around the group. He liked people! He couldn't help it!
"Please, be sure to pay careful attention to everything you're shown today, if you're planning on handling any of the guns," he stated. "I probably don't have to tell you that, because most of you guys have a healthy respect for most weaponry, but it's important enough that it's worth stating. I'll have to give you stern looks and a lecture or something if any of you get hurt."