60- The budget didn't allow a montage, so you get this
[Action log/Comment log/Whatever the hell I'm supposed to call these damn things]
Excel sits on the roof of the no-longer abandoned building commandeered by her and her new bad influence, Tank Girl, fiddling with the gun she was given earlier by her new (sort-of) ally. It had been emptied out, and she'd made absolutely sure it was before messing with it, too. She'd even managed to discover the safety after a while of deconstruction-reconstruction. It occurs to her that despite the fact that she doesn't have the first clue about how to actually use a firearm against an enemy force, she had certainly handled far more than she'd ever expected to. She starts listing them off on one hand as she practices the finger-spin. She gets cut off in the middle of the word "rifle" when her finger gets caught by the trigger, which elicits a sharp yelp and an angry mutter.
With a restless sigh, Excel shakes the finger off and goes back to trying to practice her aim the best she can without actually firing the weapon. Stupid as the whole process may sound, it's the only thing to do when fearing that the echo of a gunshot will bring down every hunter's hand down on one's head at the same time. So, the best Excel can think to do to entertain herself is to give in to her imagination and start imitating such characters as Golgo 13 or Daisuke Jigen. Delusions of grandeur or worthy aspirations? You decide. Meanwhile Excel continues thinking about something that's been bothering her since arrival in the city.
There's gotta be something I'm best at.... I can barely help the ignorant masses, much less serve to protect Lord Il Palazzo from these errant freaks. Maybe it didn't matter if I could fight back home, but out here, Ha-chan and El-chan aren't here to help. It's all been left to me, and I haven't been able to do anything about it. There's people who can do all kinds of crazy things and actually enjoy seeking out folks to kill just because they feel like it. What am I supposed to do against something like that? Sure it's easy enough to keep myself alive, but our headquarters is no longer the secure fortress it was back home, and my Lord is far more vulnerable than I want him to be. I have to get stronger for my Lord's sake! For the sake of the City itself!
Just as Excel draws the gun out into the open air, another explosion about a half-mile off catches her off-guard and causes her to stumble forward toward the edge of the roof. With an impressive display of windmilling hard enough to pull her back from a full 35 degree tilt, Excel falls back onto the roof with a sigh of relief. "Damnit, never thought I'd miss being surrounded by idiots. Now I can't stop feeling like one. This bites."
She starts to rear back to kick at a loose brick nearby, but thinks better of it and turns to walk back inside. The last thought in her head as she did a complete vertical 180 degree spin from slipping on the loose brick that had been behind her was [What the hell did I do, anyway!?]
[OOC: Because as far as I'm concerned, her slapstick luck followed her here. And because I'm just a mean sonuvabitch to her like that. She might be out for a while, but feel free to slap her around some to wake her up. She isn't bleeding or anything, but she oughta have a big lump whenever she comes back to consciousness. Or you could just scream at her in a voice post or something through the network. Whichever makes you happier. Also, feel free to ignore the fact that I'm gonna stop having her typing like a country bumpkin and be more true to the manga's speech patterns (well, as translated into English, anyway), hopefully so she won't sound like as much of an idiot anymore.]
Excel sits on the roof of the no-longer abandoned building commandeered by her and her new bad influence, Tank Girl, fiddling with the gun she was given earlier by her new (sort-of) ally. It had been emptied out, and she'd made absolutely sure it was before messing with it, too. She'd even managed to discover the safety after a while of deconstruction-reconstruction. It occurs to her that despite the fact that she doesn't have the first clue about how to actually use a firearm against an enemy force, she had certainly handled far more than she'd ever expected to. She starts listing them off on one hand as she practices the finger-spin. She gets cut off in the middle of the word "rifle" when her finger gets caught by the trigger, which elicits a sharp yelp and an angry mutter.
With a restless sigh, Excel shakes the finger off and goes back to trying to practice her aim the best she can without actually firing the weapon. Stupid as the whole process may sound, it's the only thing to do when fearing that the echo of a gunshot will bring down every hunter's hand down on one's head at the same time. So, the best Excel can think to do to entertain herself is to give in to her imagination and start imitating such characters as Golgo 13 or Daisuke Jigen. Delusions of grandeur or worthy aspirations? You decide. Meanwhile Excel continues thinking about something that's been bothering her since arrival in the city.
There's gotta be something I'm best at.... I can barely help the ignorant masses, much less serve to protect Lord Il Palazzo from these errant freaks. Maybe it didn't matter if I could fight back home, but out here, Ha-chan and El-chan aren't here to help. It's all been left to me, and I haven't been able to do anything about it. There's people who can do all kinds of crazy things and actually enjoy seeking out folks to kill just because they feel like it. What am I supposed to do against something like that? Sure it's easy enough to keep myself alive, but our headquarters is no longer the secure fortress it was back home, and my Lord is far more vulnerable than I want him to be. I have to get stronger for my Lord's sake! For the sake of the City itself!
Just as Excel draws the gun out into the open air, another explosion about a half-mile off catches her off-guard and causes her to stumble forward toward the edge of the roof. With an impressive display of windmilling hard enough to pull her back from a full 35 degree tilt, Excel falls back onto the roof with a sigh of relief. "Damnit, never thought I'd miss being surrounded by idiots. Now I can't stop feeling like one. This bites."
She starts to rear back to kick at a loose brick nearby, but thinks better of it and turns to walk back inside. The last thought in her head as she did a complete vertical 180 degree spin from slipping on the loose brick that had been behind her was [What the hell did I do, anyway!?]
[OOC: Because as far as I'm concerned, her slapstick luck followed her here. And because I'm just a mean sonuvabitch to her like that. She might be out for a while, but feel free to slap her around some to wake her up. She isn't bleeding or anything, but she oughta have a big lump whenever she comes back to consciousness. Or you could just scream at her in a voice post or something through the network. Whichever makes you happier. Also, feel free to ignore the fact that I'm gonna stop having her typing like a country bumpkin and be more true to the manga's speech patterns (well, as translated into English, anyway), hopefully so she won't sound like as much of an idiot anymore.]