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Do you want to (1) hunt or (2) continue?

Nov 10, 2011 22:58

DATE: November 10th, afternoon of
CHARACTERS: atrumcanis + cowboy_newsie
SUMMARY: Jack's got a gun, got a gun now. Or is it a metal wand.
LOCATION: the great outdoors! somewhere away from people! or as "away from people" as you can get from a town and a circle of wagons in a finite world, man.
WARNINGS: GUNS.
FORMAT: prose or prose in action tags, but either way, you ( Read more... )

jack kelly | artist, sirius black | trapper

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so much prose ALL THE PROSE. cowboy_newsie November 11 2011, 20:40:51 UTC

His ears rang unpleasantly and his hands throbbed as Jack set his gun down. He narrowed his eyes, glaring ahead of him. He was already down ten bullets today but, on the other hand, one of the aluminium cans set up on the other side of the clearing was definitely feeling rather nervous about its prospects, as that last bullet had almost very nearly grazed it ( ... )

atrumcanis November 12 2011, 17:14:08 UTC

What in the hell was that.

Sirius stared hard at the thing in Jack's hand--blunt and narrow and polished, gleaming a little in the sun. It looked familiar--but only a bit, some artifact he had seen once, but only in passing--

Films. Muggle films, that's where he'd seen one. It was a gun. Right. And with that knowledge in mind, he could carry on a conversation without revealing too much of his distinct and specific lack of knowledge. It wasn't even wholly an issue of pride, but something of pride-and-don't-let-anyone-know-you're-a-wizard.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and gave Jack a cool look--with a bit of a smile, of course, to downplay any major offense. "Nah. Came to see what was being practiced. Are you any good with that thing, then?"

cowboy_newsie November 14 2011, 07:16:47 UTC

"Brilliant," he lied easily, tilting his head back proudly. So he wasn't great, so what? He would be eventually, someday, and that was all Sirius needed to know. Coming forward, he held the gun forward.

"Come on, give it a try," he added, letting his gaze turn a bit challenging. "Bet you can't hit one of those bottles."

atrumcanis November 14 2011, 21:25:19 UTC

He could, of course, hit one of the bottles. He could obliterate one of the bottles, reduce it to fine bottle-ash, and hardly without any effort at all.

And, subsequently, he could violate the Statute of Secrecy and expose himself as a wizard and break about seventy laws. Which, admittedly, had a certain appeal. He'd done seventy school rules in one go, it might be worth the effort to raise the stakes.

But--and there was ever a niggling but tugging at the back of his mind--the Statute wasn't some school rule, it was a statute. And could you be expelled from another dimension? And anyway, was it really worth exposing over a single glass bottle?

He rocked back on his heels, giving the bottle a cool, appraising stare. "Juvenile," he dismissed. "You'll want a better target than a bottle if we're going to be placing bets, m'boy."

cowboy_newsie November 19 2011, 03:55:24 UTC

He raised an eyebrow and glanced back at the bottle. It was a good thirty feet away-- an attainable target, but by no means something painfully easy. As it stood, Jack couldn't manage to hit any of the targets; if they tried for anything more difficult he was certain to lose.

On the other hand, he thought, he couldn't precisely admit that something harder was beyond his reach. It was a matter of pride, after all. Besides, one never knew; maybe he'd get lucky and the other boy-- what was his name? Sirius--would be just as shit as he was.

"That wagon, then," he said, nodding to a spare in the distance. It sat, broken and half hacked to pieces, a good deal beyond the bottles and cans lined up. "That good enough?"