Ye Ole Fence Post [Monday Afternoon, Open]

[normal_i_am]

It had been a while since Sam did any shooting. Hence the reason he was at the range with a lot of ammo.

Not that he would be adverse to conversations, of course.

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[notalwayssarah]

Sarah was restless and she had a gun that hadn't been given much use lately. The shooting range seemed like the best place to fix that problem.

She nodded at Sam, noticing all the ammo. "Guess you've done this before."

[normal_i_am]

Sam was re-loading and he nodded. "Yeah, you could say that. I was practically raised with a gun in my hand."

[notalwayssarah]

"Same here," Sarah said, loading her gun. Not wanting to reveal the true reasons she learned how to use it, she added, "My dad was a hunter."

If hunter was the new definition of con artist.

[normal_i_am]

"A hunter? Like animals in the woods? Or demons and ghosts?"

Sam somehow doubted it was the latter, but he had come to learn anything was possible in Milieux.

[dread_fallguy]

Tim was in the need of some target practice himself. "Mind if I join you?"

[normal_i_am]

"Not at all," Sam said, going to change his targets.

[dread_fallguy]

"Thanks." Tim then proceeded to summon his crystal sword to his hand, and took aim at one of the targets.

[normal_i_am]

Well, that was different enough to catch Sam's attention. He watched Tim work.