So a prosecutor and a soldier walk into a forest...

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Who: deceptive_lulz aaaand whip_the_fools
When: Backdated like a BOSS to December 12th (because god I was lame, during the holidays), during the morning.
Where:  Sector 5, one of the forests in the area.
Summary: Sarina believes that no one should ever be left defenseless, so she takes it upon herself to teach Franziska the art of shooting.
Warnings: SHOOTING...things of an

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It was with some nervous anticipation that Franziska made her way to the directed meeting place that day, breath hanging heavy in front of her as she walked through the morning cold. Firstly, there was the generally ill-advised nature of meeting a relative stranger in some secluded location, especially one who she knew would be armed. It wasn't something that she would have ever considered back home, but she was starting to realize circumstances were intangibly different here -- well, she supposed one reason for it could be that guns were less of a comparative threat when a stranger could kill another with the powers of their mind. Yet, that did not make meeting one alone any more wise, but she would stop dwelling on that, because Franziska von Karma did not make poor decisions, and thus, there was no reason to.

She still had her whip, after all. Now, that she could comfortably keep curled in one fist, although she supposed she would have to settle it down somewhere to learn how to shoot this gun of hers, but it was comfortable; she liked to think it still intimidated people, even here. No, she knew that it did.

What she was less confident about, her second issue, was carrying the gun. She'd been raised in a world with strict gun enforcement policies, and the only people who held such weapons were criminals or policemen. As related as her profession was to the world of law enforcement, she'd still had no reason to be licensed to own one. It was so different, this place, where they had walked, talked and bought in less than an hour.

The woman she was meeting, however, hadn't seemed much of a threat over the network, so Franziska hoped it would all go to plan. Still, she was agitated, although she tried not to show it, her stride a confident stagger despite the drum of fingers on the handle of her whip. She'd made it to the forest not too early and not too late, a habit (fixation) of hers. Quickly spotting the woman standing at the outskirts, she trudged on over, whip still in hand, speaking once she approached.

"Ah, you must be Ms. Sarina Svenson. Franziska von Karma. I hope I have not kept you waiting." The words were somewhat perfunctory; honestly, Franziska thought if someone arrived too early for an arranged meeting, it was their choice to waste their own time in such a manner.

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As Sarina was approached by her mere acquaintance of a student, she greeted her with an awkward sort of smile. Of course, a smile was typically adorned on her face anyway because of her rather peculiar affliction, but she always felt rather inept when it came to actually dealing in civil matters. Even if she did have a natural ability to blend into her surroundings (they didn’t call her a stealth expert for no reason), she still knew she had a lot to learn when it came to dealing with people. It was frustrating not being able to understand everything, but she was trying.

“Not at all, Ms. - ah - Von Karma.” Her own words came out in an anxious matter; she wanted to appear friendly, but she was so inexperienced with dealing with people that she typically defaulted to responses she learned from her occupation of waitressing. Being a master of observing people and mimicking them, she was able to program the necessary responses within her mind, though she typically had a hard time actually feeling the proper emotion behind the words. Even if the woman was young -- younger than her even (though she wouldn’t guess it) - Sarina put herself in the habit of addressing people of higher authority in a respectful manner. It was a habit she picked up from the military, though she was far more used to code names.

“I hope this location is suitable for you,” she continued, pausing to let out an impulsive giggle. “I’m not sure if there was any other place you’d prefer, but at least this is away from most wanderers, huh?"

She then glanced down at Franziska's hands, giving a curious tilt of her head as she noted her whip. Her brow furrowed as she mused on the possibility that perhaps the woman wasn't entirely trustful of her either -- though it would take a hell of a lot more than a whip to subdue her. However, she calmed herself down at the more likely scenario of it probably being the woman's way of feeling safe. Sarina could most certainly relate to that need for security.

"So - uh - what kind of gun do you have, if you don't mind me asking. I'm not sure if I asked you the last time we spoke." Shifting to a sheepish look, she continued. "Either that or I forgot."

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Franziska observed the other woman closely while she spoke; she'd heard the laughter over the NV, yet hadn't been entirely certain what to make of it. She'd passed it off as nervousness at the method of communication; for how prevalent phone-related phobias tended to be back home -- honestly, the number of witnesses she'd interviewed who hadn't phoned the police immediately because they were scared of sounding foolish on the telephone -- most people didn't seem to take issue with it here. Perhaps it was because the culture was built around the network, maybe it was the ability to observe other conversations and receive reassurance that they were not the only fools around. Whatever it was, it was different. Yet, it was a difference she had gotten used to, 'home' now used most commonly to refer to her Siren's Port apartment rather than Germany.

Anyway, so perhaps it was still a nervous habit -- but in reaction to what, precisely? Was this the right type of person to be teaching her how to shoot a gun? These thoughts were the main factor behind her politeness when she spoke, more prevalent than it usually would be. "Ah, no, I don't believe we discussed it -- y-we ought to have, but I can answer your question now. Give me a moment." With that, she took the bag she had slung over her shoulder off and placed it on the floor, settling her whip neatly beside it. After a few moments of searching through the contents of her bag, reaching inside a smaller bag to retrieve the aforementioned gun, a semi-automatic pistol. She took it out, holding it somewhat gingerly as though she fully expected it to explode in her hand. Realizing what her expression must look like at that moment, she did her best to school her features into passive neutrality.

"Here it is," she announced, then immediately felt foolish for mention something that was completely obvious; that was something other people did, not her -- but it was to make the other woman feel at ease, wasn't it? If she did it for that purpose, then she supposed it was necessary. Best not to dwell on it, so she distracted herself from that non-constructive line of thinking. "I should probably mention that I favor my left hand."

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As Franziska set out the weapon, Sarina first glanced at the woman's movements, noting the nervousness; though it was through her actions, rather than her expression, that she was able to pick this up. She didn't blame the woman; though it had been many years, she too was once afraid of wielding a weapon. That is until she was injected with the nanomachines that enhanced her combat performance. Sometimes she wished she could go back to the days of being normal...but she supposed that incident would forever be burned into her head. At least as an enhanced soldier, she had a way to protect herself.

"Left-handed?" she marveled. "Wow, even I haven't seen too many of those around -- left-handers, I mean." Not that she had really paid much attention to what hand people were using to fire guns at her, but she knew that it was a rare sight to see anyway. She supposed that it wouldn't be too hard to modify the lessons though; she'd just have to kind of think backwards?

"I think that should be an easy enough weapon for you to handle; although I guess I brought the wrong kind of gun to demonstrate with." She laughed timidly, edging a look at her rifle. "You'll have to forgive me; it's all I have available to me, at the moment. But - uh - to start things off, have you any experience at all with shooting?"

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Quietly, Franziska shook her head. Yet, this demonstration -- this realization that she did not know something -- brought about feelings of inadequacy, and she quickly fought to rationalize it. "Guns were controlled weapons back in my own world," she said, realizing her own phrasing was telling in itself. Back in her own world, not simply 'back home'. "So, I've only ever handled them as evidence in murder trials."

Franziska eyed the rifle with a certain degree of wariness; it seemed somewhat like overkill to her, but if that's what the other woman felt most comfortable with, indeed, was the only weapon she owned, then she could not complain about anything. After a pause, she added, "Left-handers are statistically less common, yes; however, I can both whip and write proficiently with my right hand." She chose to, for now, not to elaborate on those particular circumstances -- this was no time to reminisce on the day that Miles Edgeworth had broken her arm.

I am so sorry this took so long. ;.; I'm fine with backtagging if you want to continue <3

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"Only murder trials..." she mused to herself, wondering if there was even a structured sense of a justice code left in her world -- she was far too wrapped up (not to mention brainwashed) in her duties to ever really think about it. She was sort of conflicted on how to think about it; on one hand, she'd feel helpless not knowing how to protect herself...on the other, she really missed the days when she didn't have to worry about it -- as ancient as they seemed now.

"So you're ambidextrous?" she asked, lifting her eyebrows in an impressed fashion. Not even very many soldiers had that capability -- hell, even she herself wasn't too skilled with her left hand. "That's pretty impressive, really. You already have an advantage over a lot of people. At least I think so."

"Um...would you like to start out by aiming at a tree?" she continued after some thought. "Or do you need me to show you how to handle your weapon?"