[Event 01] Shooting Practice

[xmurderhewrotex]

Richard twisted his mouth. Terrorism was a harder world to dabble in than he thought. He was not a freedom fighter. He enjoyed the systematic use of terror as a means of coercion. He created fear. Iscariot intended to cause death and serious harm to civilians and non-combatants with the purpose of compelling the Victorian Company to refrain from

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[switch_sides]

*Stolling down the road, Cecile takes notice of a strange man shooting a line-up of...cans? She pauses briefly, chuckles, assuming he must be drunk.*

Instead of wasting all your money on whisky, you should think next time about donating some to Sedona. Don't you think after the sand storm, that would be a more advantageous use?

[xmurderhewrotex]

*The bang of a gun. Another can flew to the ground. It rolled in the dirt and came to a stop. Richard cleaned the barrel of his gun with a rag. Were he drunk, he'd not have hit his marks.*

Sorry, but that's a load of nonsense. I don't throw money at lost causes.

*He shot another can and went back to cleaning his gun.*

[switch_sides]

*The wind twirls Cecile's hair about in all directions. She holds it back, and frowns at this....person..*

I hardly understand why you would refer to 'lost causes.' I do wonder then what you'd consider yourself to be.

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard doesn't have long hair. Of course he doesn't; he's a man. So his just blows about his face, and his lips are alit with a smile.*/i>

I'm in it for the fun of things. Isn't everyone?

[princeeolian]

*The sound of shots being fired drew Johannes over and he stared suprised to see Cecile speaking to Applegate. He strolled over and waved.*

Ah good morning, Miss Cecile, and good morning to you too Mr. Applegate. Early morning practice?

*He eyed the gun wondering just what a treasure huntere would need to have a gun for.*

[xmurderhewrotex]

That's what it is. *Richard reloaded his gun.* There's not much to do in this town. *He shot another can.*

[princeeolian]

Seems kind of dangerous fireing at can's like that. What if one exploded out?

[xmurderhewrotex]

You don't know much about guns, do you? *And Richard cleaned his. Then he raised it and looked down the barrel. He felt pleased; it still worked after all these years.* Metal doesn't explode.

[sureshots]

You could try maybe finding a job here, Applegate. It's a young town, people are always looking for a good back to help in the work load.

*Jane walked over nodding to Cecile and Johannes. She pulls out her gun and fires at a can knocking it off, then shoots two more times hitting it as it so it tumbles up and then hitting it again to the ground.*

There's a better place for target practice Mr. Applegate. Try farther out of the city limits. You don't want to hit some one on accident....*turns her head to face him.* Now do you.

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard smiled in a way that let Jane know she wasn't wrong. He'd been cleaning his gun, and, head bowed, his eyes wandered to the pendant on his chest.*

*Hit someone and drown them, he thinks. And his eyes seemed cold. To hold her head under the water and watch her drown. Yes, that would be fitting. A slow, painful death.*

I guess not.

*And he loaded another bullet. He shot another can, and then aimed for it as it descended. He missed and hit the wall. His face had a disappointed expression.*

[sureshots]

*Jane closed her eyes and turned to go.*

Glad we have an understanding.

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard's eyes remained on Jane's back as she left. What an arrogant girl. He felt angry, and shoved his gun into the holster wrapped around his waist. Then he turned back and his gaze travelled to the bullet hole in the wall.*

*He smiled. Arrogant and foolish.*

[xgodsaysnox]

*Father Chaser wandered through the town looking about and greeting those he knew. He was a very popular man, well trusted and loved. Especially by children, they'd come running to the church with pictures they had drawn or nests they had found. He smiled, life was easy here. He tilted his head, he could see Richard shooting cans, he was a difficult man, but as a priest he had to look after all men equally.*

Hello there Richard, how is your practice going?

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard's shot hit the last can. He remembered that man's voice from the time he'd visited the church; it had been the day before the storm, and he'd ventured in to look at the stained glass. He opened his gun and cleaned it before adding bullets to the chamber. He closed it. It clicked.*

*He then put it in his holster and turned. He was dusting off his hands as he spoke.*

I still hit from fifty paces. Heh, I should be glad. How are you today, father?

[xgodsaysnox]

Worried about the storm hitting my poor flock, but no one seems seriously harmed. I wanted to see you, I think I've found a book you may like.

Father Chaser was trying to do his best for this man, he remembered when he had come to see the stained glass, their conversation had been less than fluent. But then again quiet men were often virtuous.*

The storm did nothing to you I hope?

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard was a quiet and private man. He was frowning as he went to collect the blasted tin cans. He didn't apperciate people sticking their noses in his business: the sheriff, that man, and this man too. As long as he didn't ask too many questions, they'd get along fine. He just had to do his job as a priest.*

No. More's the pity. What book do you have for me?

[sickle_crystal]

*Is the post closed for good? Say it's not so for this mun is bored!*

*Anyway, if Richard is truly following the blond-haired Mitsuki Father James to the church, then please have a silver-haired vision-impaired girl on the road, sashaying in the opposite direction before well, damn, she trips over your foot and goes 'oomph' onto the ground. Cobblestone ground. Brimstone. Whatever ground.

HEY THANKS A BUNCH BUSTER.*

[xmurderhewrotex]

[OOC: Since Blade's on and the characters are together, a posting order? I suggest you reply to this, then I'll respond, then Blade, and finally back to you. That good for ya? ^^]

*Open post is open. Whatever ground it is, it's hard.*

*Richard's reflexes are quick; in a second he's withdrawn his gun and pointed it at the girl's head.*

[sickle_crystal]

[OOC: ... gun. XD And yes, that is good for me.]

*Although Ataraxy's hearing has been considerably sharpened due to her worsening eyesight, even her keen ears missed Richard whipping out his firearm. So in her daze, she tries to get up, only to feel a metal barrel pushing at her skull. She's going to be kinda freaked out now. A gasp escapes her lips and she immediately cowers.*

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard's hand moved quick as the gasp. His gun pressed even firmer against Ataraxy's head, pushing through and away her hair. He could shoot moving targets: one this weak was easy. It made him feel good to play with lives.*

I don't feel like playing games, brat. Watch your step.