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[willturntides]

DATE: November 6th, all day.
CHARACTER(S): willturntides, accusedjonah & Anyone who wants to learn how to use these darn guns! (WARNING: Young people may or may not be taught depending on maturity level and age!)
SUMMARY: Singular purpose discovered therein, Tom volunteers himself and his shipmate Hollom to teach people how to use these guns. These ain't your mama's guns.

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open (she's just watching, yo)

[9livesdown]

The practice has attracted some more unusual attention along with the normal human sort, though she may be easy to miss. A cat of Saash's washed out coloring blended in with the fields. The only reason she would at all stand out was that she had found a perch on a fence post nearby. The communicator watched worn around her neck like a collar was likewise a giveaway that she might not be an ordinary stray just lurking at the corners. Each gunshot caused the small cat to cringe and flatten her ears back, though she did not run.

Was she really going to have to put up with this racket for an entire trip?

Great. Just great.

[accusedjonah]

During a pause in the lesson, Jonathan Hollom approaches the cat, touching his hat in greeting to her, as he might any lady.

"Miss Saash."

[9livesdown]

"Hhollom."

One day Saash will ask why he keeps doing that with his hat. That will be a very funny day.

"How goes the..." The what, exactly, she has to consider. They were clearly teaching the others how to use those guns and it wasn't too unusual for humans to do such things large groups. "It's a class, right?"

[accusedjonah]

"It is, ma'am." He smiled a little more. "It's... to help others learn how to shoot, ma'am. For food and for protection."

The might not be going to war... Really, they were going somewhere even more dangerous, if Hollom had his opinion voiced. At least at war, there were only men, and they all knew what their purpose was. Here... Here, they were disorganized at best.

At least Mister Pullings was here. He'd see those who went with him safely off, and Hollom considered himself fortunate that the man would tolerate his presence. No doubt in the interest of keeping Miss Sansa safe.

[cross8ones]

"Such clumsy little peashooters."

The woman's voice is low but lilting, a capricious-sounding sing-song. She's standing a ways away, keeping to what little shade exists in the area, underneath a wide tree that was one of the few in sight. Of course, not that it did anything to disguise her gray skin, or the tall horns on her head. "Are these all you have?"

[willturntides]

Tom watched her carefully. The horns and skin color did nothing to put him at ease. But he saw the cuff on her arm...still, he kept the hunting rifle in his hand.

"This is all there is. The General Store has more."

[cross8ones]

"Oh, I know that," she waved a hand dismissively, turning her one good eye in his direction. "Little more than toys to a piece."

"I've never been fond of anything that can't take a troll's cranial case cleanly off his vertebrae."

[willturntides]

"A....troll?"

Okay, clearly she is joking. He is hallucinating horns and she is joking.