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trans_92010-06-06 08:43 pm
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across a river of blood [open]
Riza stepped into the Sensoriums with one thought in mind. As the formation of the old Central shooting range appeared, her neutral expression changed no more than it was before. She had already decided that being bodyguard of the Colonel would not change, even if he tried to tell her otherwise. Riza had followed him this long and demanded he not where she was unable to continue. Of course, that was her Colonel, and not this one. Not this one from her far away past. This Colonel was about a year behind her, if that, and Riza would be lying if that idea wasn't bothering her.
She didn't let it show, however, as she kept her mind even. Clicking open the barrel of the pistol she brought along, of course there were others, she never left without at least two guns anywhere, making sure that the roll was filled. Closing her eyes, in the one swift motion she closed it back up. This whole thing was like oil-work, moving smoothly and in precision of the years that came with it.
Without taking even a steadying breath, the woman raised the gun, leveled it carefully, and within a few seconds took the shot. It hit the target it, of course it did, dead in the middle. And then another was made, and another. The sound very repetative, almost soothing against the oddities the ship wought. Riza couldn't help but, although disliking the object in hand, feel soothed by the scenery and feel of this calming work. Here she was easily able to get her mind off what happened outside, and most importantly...
The difficulty of the knowledge that this wasn't the Colonel she knew. Even if she would never abandon him, and they'd both appeared to make up their minds on the matter, it was hard for her mind. There was so much she couldn't say, so much shifted in that dynamic that couldn't be repaired. There wasn't a way to continue the exact same way when the events that drew them closer had occured for one and not the other. However, Riza was very determined not to allow that to happen. She was his bodyguard, and that wasn't going to change.
Bang. Bang. Bang. The sounds continued to fill her ears in the easy rythm, always hitting the mark she intended and hardly straying. When the round was gone, Riza only paused, closing her eyes as she lowered the gun. Not yet reaching for another as she took the moment to level her thoughts. She breathed, finaly letting it out as she shook her head. "Perhaps it's best for a moving target," she murmured to herself.
She didn't let it show, however, as she kept her mind even. Clicking open the barrel of the pistol she brought along, of course there were others, she never left without at least two guns anywhere, making sure that the roll was filled. Closing her eyes, in the one swift motion she closed it back up. This whole thing was like oil-work, moving smoothly and in precision of the years that came with it.
Without taking even a steadying breath, the woman raised the gun, leveled it carefully, and within a few seconds took the shot. It hit the target it, of course it did, dead in the middle. And then another was made, and another. The sound very repetative, almost soothing against the oddities the ship wought. Riza couldn't help but, although disliking the object in hand, feel soothed by the scenery and feel of this calming work. Here she was easily able to get her mind off what happened outside, and most importantly...
The difficulty of the knowledge that this wasn't the Colonel she knew. Even if she would never abandon him, and they'd both appeared to make up their minds on the matter, it was hard for her mind. There was so much she couldn't say, so much shifted in that dynamic that couldn't be repaired. There wasn't a way to continue the exact same way when the events that drew them closer had occured for one and not the other. However, Riza was very determined not to allow that to happen. She was his bodyguard, and that wasn't going to change.
Bang. Bang. Bang. The sounds continued to fill her ears in the easy rythm, always hitting the mark she intended and hardly straying. When the round was gone, Riza only paused, closing her eyes as she lowered the gun. Not yet reaching for another as she took the moment to level her thoughts. She breathed, finaly letting it out as she shook her head. "Perhaps it's best for a moving target," she murmured to herself.