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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 7, 2014 15:56:59 GMT -8
"What's the spirit, Q-dawg!! Waroo!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 9, 2014 16:45:31 GMT -8
The ceramic Gastonlooies had gone kablooey, the sound of the shattering following the end of the gunshot's reverberation as pieces pirouetted or streaked through the air by the vagaries of the physics of chaos.
Quinn's gun was easy to handle and sighting was intuitive - assuming the notch at the back end and the tab at the front had to be lined up and those simple instruments were properly aligned. But what other considerations could there have been? There was one obvious way to find out. Lawrence- "Alright then little fellas, I recommend the remaining gelatin. Small arms might not cause as much of a spray, but the damage is very pleasing to the eye."
Santi didn't take him up on that, instead readying his phone for more picture taking.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 9, 2014 17:14:57 GMT -8
August took a moment to stop shooting stuff up with his massive gun to watch his friend's first shooting experience. He didn't want to put the guy off with his mad skills. Quinn wasn't Antearctan after all. "Just take it nice and easy Q-ball, focusing on keeping ya breath...nevermind haha. Just focus on the target and take it slow, hambalos. Don't be scared of ya gun, she's just a baby after all. Then make some mess! Bombaroo!"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jun 9, 2014 22:27:56 GMT -8
Quinn stepped up to the mark and eyed the remaining gelatin. He grinned as August excitedly prattled on, thumbing the safety off as had been explained to him during the early expositional banter and taking up a decent weaver stance. The lads running the place had explained one or two different ways to stand and that one seemed to have the most support for his firing arm. "Chum, do stifle yourself and give a fellow a chance, eh?" He DID follow August's advice (at least about focusing) before squeezing the trigger.
((I trust it's okay to fill in some of my own shooting knowledge as stuff Terry would have explained on Page 3 ? ))
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 9, 2014 22:33:22 GMT -8
((why not?))
Dang the kick was fierce, but he didn't make himself look foolish at least. Sadly though, he missed the target. A movement in the floor debris told him how to adjust, a moment later...
GelaSPOOSH! The plastic ruptured artistically and contents sprayed like sparkles from a magic wand.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 9, 2014 22:36:00 GMT -8
"BOMBAROOO!!! I'm so proud of ya, Quinny-Quinn-Q-ball!! Not half bad!"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jun 9, 2014 22:43:22 GMT -8
Quinn's eyes lit up. Oh. Oh yes. He could see how this could be...thrilling. It was everything he knew: timing, maths, critical evaluation...with the added kick of an adrenaline spike."And thus am I converted." He couldn't help himself and squeezed off another shot, his brain already cataloging what he'd learned on his previous two.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 9, 2014 22:52:20 GMT -8
"Yeah, told ya it was bombaroo!" "I'll show ya how it's done, Q!" August picked up his massive gun again and took a shot at a pyramid of glasses. Them glasses were gonna be dust, pew! Pew! A war on dishes!
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 9, 2014 22:58:50 GMT -8
OK, not exactly adrenaline. It was a form of excitement at least. Achievement? Hard to describe. Quinn's next shot hit the same jug lower, more centrally. It made a proper mess! Santi- "Good job, guys."
Lawrence- "Oh my lord! What a scene!"
Terry- "Oh, I like the glass."
The humans surely couldn't hear each other much between the shots, but the discriminating and shock-resistant hearing of le vampyr let August and Quinn hear each other fine. August's glasses tore themselves into sparkling dust like they abhorred existence. Tinkle was the sound that followed.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jun 9, 2014 23:24:28 GMT -8
Quinn barely restrained himself from a loud sound of joy as he hit his target again. Had to maintain some decorum, after all! Still, he sounded pleased."What a lark this is, boyo! Wish I'd known about this sooner!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 9, 2014 23:30:09 GMT -8
"Oh boy, finally someone to go shootin' with!! Warooo!" August fired rounds into the air in celebration, before choosing to let his joy out at the hay bail placed in the middle of the range instead.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 11, 2014 1:04:07 GMT -8
The bullets thudded into the hay heavily - could they even penetrate the densely packed vegetation? The dish shaped crater each shot made at the front suggested No. Blades of plant matter danced in darkness. Lawrence- "Really nice, real nice."
Terry- "Y'know an armor-piercing round'll go all the way though the hay. Then you can turn it around and check the exit wound later." Santi- "I wonder if those are legal."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 11, 2014 3:50:18 GMT -8
"Lawdamimbo! Yes please! This baby deserves the best y'all! Man, imagine if we had the grenades! BOOM! No more mr. hay bail. My gran once hide a lit jimmy-whizzer in a pile of hay and my dad nearly wet his pants! Shot the pile to ribbons before he realised what had happened. It was a darn riot y'all. Bombaroo! "
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 12, 2014 17:16:15 GMT -8
...And thus went the rest of the evening. Everyone got pictures of themselves posing with ridiculous weapons, objects were asploted, and merriment was had by all.
((Return to Marchese Mansion when tagged...))
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