[OPEN] Good Eye, Sniper~

[betterintherain]

Who: Riza Hawkeye (betterintherain) and You~
What: Stress relief in the form of large firearms.
Where: On the roofs of several tall buildings, if you'd like some place specific, feel free to choose one.
When: August 13th, day
Warnings: None, unless you dislike really big guns. XD
Note: Feel free to use prose or action tags~

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random street below one of her perches

[auto_enthusiast]

[You can take a warrior out of his war, but it's much harder to take the war away from a warrior. Despite the apparent lack of Autobots in this bizarre place, a weapon firing off practically over his head is enough to make the disguised Decepticon prowling the street below her flinch. Have you ever seen a sports car flinch? Suspicious behavior, that.

Even more suspicious is the sleek weapon that pops out of the car's side as the vehicle squeals to a stop in the road. A sleek weapon that fires a bright red bolt up, taking a chunk of masonry out of the edge of the roof not far from where the initial shot rang out.

At least he's got enough sense not to actually retaliate. Consider this a warning shot.]

Re: random street below one of her perches

[betterintherain]

[She hasn't seen a sports car before, let alone one with expressions. Her sight isn't below, though, so the first thing she sees is the bright red attack taking out a part of the building she's perched on top of.

She makes a surprised sound, something like a shout, as she stumbles away from the roof.

Riza has seen a lot, but nothing like that.

Once she's recovered herself, she moves to the edge of the roof, peering cautiously over the edge, her weapon ready in case she needs to defend herself.]

[auto_enthusiast]

[Knock Out's still down there, his engine roaring high under his hood. From above he won't look like much, especially not to someone unfamiliar with cars-- just a big, angular metal shape, bright red with dark reflective patches where his windshield and windows are tinted. His weapon is a flat projection from his flank, the glowing red tip pointed up and tracked on the fleshling as soon as it pokes its head over the edge.]

Hey! [The shouting voice is deep and displeased and coming from inside the car? Sounds like it, anyway, although it's carrying clearly for someone yelling from inside a metal box.] Didn't anyone ever tell you not to discharge a weapon inside a population center?!

[betterintherain]

[Okay, whatever fired at her is still tracking her, so excuse her if she isn't going to just continue to lean over the edge of the rooftop, leaving her exposed. She yells loudly, keeping her head behind the thick stone.]

I cannot leave the city, and there is no firing range. I am quite skilled with this weapon, and am firing away from the city, not into it. [A pause as she takes a breath.] I would not do anything to put anyone in danger.

[Is she...yelling at a car? There's no way that loud voice came from inside, or did it?]

[auto_enthusiast]

And what about misunderstandings? [The powerful engine under the car's hood roars, though the vehicle doesn't go anywhere. He does swivel his blaster away from the edge of the roof, though, since it doesn't look like he's about to be showered with retaliatory fire.]

You're not the only one in this city who knows how to shoot, you know. Wouldn't do to torque off someone with twitchy trigger reflex!

[...Like Knock Out himself, apparently. He is so lucky Starscream wasn't around to see this, or he'd never hear the end of it.]

[betterintherain]

I am not in a position were anyone could efficiently retaliate.

[She thought of that, too. After all, he couldn't get to her with even that violent blast.]

I never thought that was the case, though I assumed those with the skills would also have worked past such things as 'twitchy trigger fingers.'

[auto_enthusiast]

Someone who flies could.

[And he can think of at least one other prisoner in this city who very likely wouldn't hesitate to smear a human across a rooftop.]

I've learned never to make assumptions about other people's trigger reflexes.

[betterintherain]

If it's an apology you're looking for, then I'm sorry I disturbed you. I will take my practice elsewhere.

[Because, damn it, arguing with a car is...odd. Especially since it's shooting lasers or something.]