Cain + 004

[godchild]

Who: Cain Hargreaves + ANYONE interested
Where: Field in Espoir outside his cottage
What: Attn those who received his Invitation for target practice or want to watch
Additional: BYOG (Bring your own gun)
Style: Either
Status: OPEN

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BAM!

While Cain waited for company to show, he decided to warm up. After all, there's nothing like a gunshot to point the way

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[phantomfenton]

The sun is hot, and now that he thinks about it, it probably would have been easier just to stay home. Unfortunately, 'easy' isn't what he's going for; if he wanted easy, he'd just go off to the desert and ectoblast things until he was in the middle of a faintly glowing crater, feeling exhausted but less tense.

No, he's here for the actual 'shooting' part of this outing. Who knows when he'll get another chance to do something like this? Sure, Frank might help if he asked, but after that fiasco involving a submachine gun and an inconveniently placed courthouse window, Danny's hoping to have some kind of non-related experience under his belt before suggesting anything like that again.

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Danny glances around, seeing the field in question coming into view. There--a man who might be the one from the video, shooting at... "A couch?"

Taking care to stay behind the shooter, the kid stops a dozen feet away or so. "Nice shot."

[godchild]

Cain lifted his head, maybe a touch startled by the presence of another person. Maybe if his last shot wasn't ringing in his ears, he might have heard the other approach. Maybe not. At least the open space allowed for the sound to spread out a little, so he wasn't completely deafened by the sound of his own gun.

"Thank you," Cain replied, formal and polite.

[phantomfenton]

"No, uh, problem," he says, uncomfortable with the formality. Now that the shooting has stopped, he walks closer to the man, studying the target. He's seen his parents at shooting ranges before, so he doesn't seem especially ill at ease: just attentive.

"Oh, right--sorry I'm late," he adds, looking back up at him. "I thought I'd be able to make it here faster than I did."

[godchild]

"It's fine. The heat is unpleasant," Cain replied, by way of an excuse. Who really wanted to sprint in this summer weather? Standing still while shooting a gun at his couch seemed like the most active thing Cain had done in days.

Cain lowered his arm for a moment, glancing back at Danny. "Did you bring your own weapon?"

[nolessthanseven]

There was nothing quite like a run on a hot summer's day. It was purely by chance that she managed to avoid the thunderstorms of that day, and another coincidence that she came across that same slightly odd young man she chatted with once or twice before.

Slowing to a stop at the sound of the gunshot, jarring and harsh, Isabelle frowned slightly at the sight of the poor, unsuspecting couch being abused. Her hand flickered towards the whip coiled around her opposite wrist, moving instead to lightly scratch her forearm - this was no threat - and she circled around within Cain's view. Just his peripherals, though; it wouldn't do to get herself shot just because she surprised the guy.

"What're you doing?"

[godchild]

Cain glanced her way, keeping his pistol arm level, his aim already set up for the next shot.

"Target practice," he replied after a moment's pause, though he was tempting to say something sarcastic, since it was fairly obvious what he was doing, even if the why wasn't as apparent.

BAM.

Another shot fired, this time taking out the arm of the piece of furniture.

[nolessthanseven]

"I can see that much," she replied with a faint smirk, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes followed the gunshot to the couch, watching with amusement as the arm disengaged itself from the rest of the main body, evidently deciding it was so not worth it to stay attached.

"Why're you taking it out on your poor couch? I assume it's yours - who would donate a couch to the cause?" She was half-tempted to practice on it herself, but exactly how was beyond her. There was no good method for beating up a couch with her blades or her whip, after all. Well, maybe her whip, but there were better ways of practicing.

[godchild]

"Why not?" Cain replied, sparing her another brief glance, his arm still aimed at the wounded piece of furniture.

"It's not necessary. I rarely entertain."