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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 2, 2014 0:16:25 GMT -8
Lawrence- "Here ya go, champ. I'll get the junk out."
Terry- "'Ere, lads, maybe try the Blicken and the Atralli. You can trade off if you don't like. Before I hand 'em over, promise you will always keep the barrel down and away from people as much as possible, and never 'ave your finger inside the trigger guard unless you're takin' aim." Santi- "Mm. Well, that's reassuring that you take safety seriously."
After Lawrence handed the big gun to August, he hustled out a side door with a smile.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 2, 2014 4:10:56 GMT -8
"That's right y'all, we gun enthusiasts aren't bonkers ya know. Most accidents are caused by those who don't know how to handle a gun proper. It's all about respecting the steel and not getting lost in it's shiny ... shiny.....shiny.. Bombaroo... a real beauty... Oh yes, you are! " August was lost in the glistening gun in his hands.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 2, 2014 20:59:38 GMT -8
Santi- "Er... OK."
While Lawrence was hustling in and out of the firing range with targets, Terry started to demonstrate some basic operation to Santi and Quinn. Terry- "'Now see, that's the slide, from there up. You have to move that to clear a jam, and ((gun shit that Chris don't know))."
Yeah, that was an Antearctan military weapon. The barrel had vents to cool for when it was on fully automatic fire, there was a frickin' grenade launcher mounted under the barrel... good times. Shame they didn't have any grenades for it tho.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 2, 2014 23:52:11 GMT -8
August checked all the things that gun people check, taking great care with the weapon. He was sorely tempted to point it at his friends as a joke but he didn't think they'd find it very funny. Ah to be back in Antearctos where they weren't so uptight. "So do you guys do many night sessions? I hope y'all get paid extra. I work in a dry cleaner and one time this rich guy wanted a bucketload of clothes done by the very next day. Lawdamimbo it was a long night! Some people just can't handle red wine. It was like some kinda horror movie y'all. He paid well though and even gave me a tip. I gotta say that's one good thing about you, Glennies. We don't tip so much down south."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 4, 2014 10:30:19 GMT -8
Lawrence kept coming into and out of the side door to the range, hauling in all sorts of targets. Meanwhile, the conversation continued. Terry- "Oh yeah, we're getting paid well enough. Tho truth be told, it's because we don't track our hours. It's a small business owner thing, devaluing your own time to keep a positive outlook on the profit margin... Now tippin' light I can respect, that's fiscal conservatism in practice, right?" Santi- "Quite."
Terrence seemed a personable enough chap.
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jun 4, 2014 12:37:11 GMT -8
Quinn paid rapt attention to each detail he was given, studying the gun like it was an equation to be solved. He handled it with respect, but no fear. What was there to be afraid of? He was dead, after all. He kept an ear on the rest of the conversation."Sounds reasonable enough to me."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 4, 2014 17:29:45 GMT -8
"LAWDAMIMBO! Don't point it that way, Q-ball!!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 4, 2014 21:29:17 GMT -8
Lawrence kept coming into and out of the side door to the range, hauling in all sorts of targets. Meanwhile, the conversation continued. Terry- "Easy there, mate. Yeah, it wasn't a good way to hold the piece, but startling is worse." Santi- "Yeah..."
Lawrence came back out to see them.
Lawrence- "Alright! Time for some shootin'?"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 5, 2014 4:38:19 GMT -8
" Startle schmartle... Pff Glennies.." When Lawrence came back in. You betcha!! Ready for a blastin' bombaroo time! Warooo! Roo! Roooo!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 6, 2014 7:25:05 GMT -8
Lawrence- "Waroo?"
Terry- "It's a battle cry, innit?"
Lawrence- "Savor the moment. Anybody have a camera?" Santi- "I can make a photo with my 'smart phone'."
((Wanna summarize the carnage and wend thy way to the end of the night, or maybe do a few rounds of describing tha asplosioning? Like, you tell me what August shoots and I say what it looks like? I got no big intentions.))
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jun 6, 2014 7:49:49 GMT -8
Quinn sighed indignantly, one eyebrow raised."August. Dearest. Just because I've never held a gun doesn't mean I've no brains at all. It's pointed at the ground, see? The safety is on." He rolled his eyes heavenward."And away he goes."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 7, 2014 0:33:00 GMT -8
"C'mon! Get into the spirit, Q-doggie dawg! Imagine ya tension are the bullet whizzing away and blowing stuff up. It's so relaxin'." August walked out onto the range, his massive gun in his arms with a well practised swagger. He leant his face into it lovingly finding the line of sight, resting the end of the weapon on his shoulder. He went through the safety procedures they taught him in high school, before turning off the safety and choosing a target.
He took on a particularly vicious looking jug of gelatine and imagine Lloyd stupid face staring back. He began firing with a look of rapt joy and all his worries melted away. "Take that! Ya gumbo!"
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 7, 2014 2:06:38 GMT -8
That gelatin Lloyd exploded like nobody's business - a truly magnificent spray of red, wobbling chunks flying far and wide, the ruined pale plastic bottom of the container spinning briefly like a dime. Red rained down from where it had stuck to the ceiling for another few seconds of glory. Lawrence- "Woohoo! That's what I'm talking about." Santi- "That is fun."
Santi took some pictures with his phone.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 7, 2014 4:52:49 GMT -8
"Waroo!! She's not just a pretty face. If my pa could see me now, he'd be busting his buttons to get at her..." "..." "Okay next victim, watch and learn Q-ball. Watch and learn, this here is better than anything' Gas an' looney can teach ya!" August lined up his next victim, a rather smug looking stack of ceramic plates. They thought they were so cool with their sunnies and long jacket. August fired into the gaston-plates enjoying the precision his vampire vision lent to the sport. "Betcha a blade couldn't do that y'all!"
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Post by Sir Milo Quartermass on Jun 7, 2014 12:07:16 GMT -8
Quinn's interest was oddly piqued...moreso than it had been for a lot of the training up to this point. Despite August's mad enthusiasm, there seemed to be a precision to the sport. He was, admittedly, getting a bit of an adrenaline high from watching."...I think I'd like a go." With his own gun, of course. Baby steps and all that.
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