Target Practice? [event]

[the_su_girl]

Who: Misha [the_su_girl].
Where: Some shooting range, somewhere. Hush, there's no use giving these places names.
When: Two PM, August 12th.
Summary: Misha figures it's high-time she starts practicing with her weapon so she can do her job properly. Recoil-slammings and bruises abound.
Notes: Join, join, join! Two, three, four people, I don't care, I'm sick of

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[vashudestampede]

Seeing a little girl getting slammed back by a crossbow way to big for her, he smiled a little. The sight was slightly funny. What is she doing...? he questioned before he walked up to help her out.

"Hi, uh.... You look like you could use some help." He smiled sweetly at the girl.

"My name's Vash. What's yours?"

[the_su_girl]

Misha blinked, lowering her crossbow and turning to look at Vash rather incredulously. Perhaps she'd been so absorbed in her training that she didn't notice him before, but either way.

"Nice ta meetcha, Vash-san! I'm Misha, su," she said, smiling.

[sparda_yamato]

Sparda decided he was getting far to rusty with his beloved Lupa and Opal so he intended to clock in some time at the shooting range only to see his former student Misha with a rather large welt on her shoulder. "Hello Misha, I see your practicing in the fine art of archery."

[the_su_girl]

Sensing the presence of a rather strong demon, Misha turned, only to see Sparda nearby, and her face immediately split into a wide grin.

"Sure am, su!" she exclaimed. "What're you doin' here, Sparda-san?"