They Fondle My Trigger Then They Blame My Gun [Closed]

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Eva's little escapade into the brig didn't cure her of violent tendencies. Possibly it rubbed a little shame into them, but she has no intentions of letting her sharpshooting skills go rusty. She's called up a shooting range in the Sensoriums, and is carefully picking cans off a table target she has set up. The revolver's new, another free weapon from the ship since Dr. Jackson never bothered to return hers, but it's the same make as her old one and feels just as natural in her hand.

Lately her moods seemed to have shifted more wildly, like tides in a storm instead of during a streak of fair days. Her happiness at the Halloween festivities was genuine, but so was her misery when she drank herself into a stupor in her room the other day. Perhaps it's the strain of not having quite enough to do with herself, now that she's effectively unemployed. She should remind herself to follow up with Councilmember Bight on her potential position as an organizer.

She shoots three times and destroys two cans; a third refuses to tumble off the table and onto the ground. She grimaces in displeasure and fires the remaining three bullets at the can, which still stubbornly remains on the table. She loads up the chambers again and fires six more times.

The can taunts her.

And people wonder why she has a temper.

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[governorkang]

Thanks to the Fairplay memories, Kang had become a pretty good shot himself. He still preferred blades to guns, but he wasn't about to change Eva's location on her to blow off steam; he could use a little bit of practice anyways.

He waited until she was reloading, moving into the spot next to her with an M9 in his hands and shooting earmuffs on. He knew it probably looked ridiculous, but he liked his hearing intact and if it was loud for a human, it'd be even louder for a draconian.

"Mind if I join you?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Of course not. As long as you leave that beer can to me," she says, squaring her shoulders and footing with a freshly-loaded chamber in the gun.

"So, I saw there was a mess all over the channel system. Do you want to talk about it or do you want to shoot things?"

[governorkang]

"It's all yours," Kang called up his own targets, clay tankards instead of cans, and managed to shatter one of them after firing twice. It was clear from his stance that the training was military.

"Why not do both?" his jaw clenched, and another tankard shattered.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Eva squints, exhales deeply, and then fires. The can pops off the table and goes tumbling in one mangled piece to the ground.

"Alright, then. I can't imagine you're happy that your race's personal history got broadcasted to the entirely of the crew." She lowers the gun. "Speaking as a reformed politician, that was a, pardon my language, complete clusterfuck."

[governorkang]

"I've never kept the origins of my race a secret from anyone on this ship. I don't see the point, since it's well-known on Krynn, and it can probably be found in a history book somewhere around here if people cared to look it up. I'm not ashamed of it, either." Two more shots fired, the second missing by millimeters. "This was a hell a way for the entire goddamn crew to find out, though."

It wouldn't have pissed him off so much if he wasn't already completely confused and angry about everything that had happened regarding Crucible so far, and the possible implications.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"There's a difference between things not being secrets and things being public knowledge. You know that. I'm not saying you're ashamed, just..." She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. "If this were a story, you've lost your framing for it. It's not shame, just discomfort."

[governorkang]

Kang snorted, managing to get the tankard with one more shot, "A story that's becoming much too complicated. He saved Kali from a group of Ohm, during the battle at Lirath. He even let her fight alongside him, on his back."

The last tankard fell, and he turned to look at Eva, clearly frustrated by the entire situation. "When I spoke with him the other day, in the City, he never made any indication of even wanting to kill me, and he asked about her wellbeing. Like he actually cared." There was an unspoken why.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

Eva slowly loads her gun again. "Is it hard to believe they aren't all the same?"

Of course it is. She knows it is. She couldn't believe there was an honestly good Yeerk out there if she tried. She can know it, but she can't believe it.

[governorkang]

"...yes," Kang said after a moment, wings rustling. He knew it was wrong to judge an entire race, or group of people, by the actions of some, but every single metallic dragon he'd ever encountered in his life before Crucible had wanted to kill him because of what he was. Not even one story or personal tale about a metallic had included any positive, or even neutral, reactions. There was the added factor of familial betrayal, too.

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy had wandered in and at first felt warm and comforted to see Eva as she always did. But watching the frustration grow as she failed to hit the last can was worrying. In between rounds Sandy finally decided to announce herself by coughing and smiling. It really was hard not to smile when she was around Eva.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Cassandra!" Eva empties her round of bullets onto the ground and slips the gun into the back of the waistband of her pants, hiding the weapon. "Did you want to use this Sensorium for something?"

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy grinned and shrugged, "When I get bored I drop in on random Sensorium to see if there's anything fun going on." She moved closer, "Sometimes I get lucky and run into people who are awesome."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"I hope I qualify." She grins. "I was just blowing off some steam. Care to join me?"

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy looked unsure but smiled after a minute, "Sure, why not?" She trotted over and stood eager to learn, "I've uh...never used one before though." which should have been obvious given her age but considering how different peoples worlds were it wasn't impossible to imagine.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Let's go with a BB gun. Seeing you with an actual gun raises my blood pressure." She imagines up a pistol-shaped BB gun for Sandy. "And I'm glad you haven't. Here, hold it like I do, and only ever point a gun at something you wouldn't mind shooting to death."

[justoutrunyou.livejournal.com]

Sandy accepted the gun feeling the weight of it in her hand. Being a BB gun it was lighter then a regular one but she was doing her best to act responsibly in front of Eva.

"Where'd you learn to shoot?" She asked as she tried to mimic the older woman's hold on her weapon pointing it into the distance as she did.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Yeerk military. Long story. She used laser weaponry, but the basic mechanics of pointing and shooting are the same," Eva says, not even noticing that she's talking about Edriss and not herself. "And after that I just practiced at a shooting range."

She gets into a shooting stance. "Never lock your elbows entirely or the recoil could hurt you. And make sure to keep your wrists strong enough that the recoil doesn't make you smack yourself in the face. Like this."

[battorch]

Tim, from time to time, does have free time-- times when he doesn't actually have any shifts from any departments scheduled. Not that that necessarily stops him from staying in one of the departments to work on other things, but sometimes he actually does leave (contrary to popular belief). This particular time he's doing a sort of off-duty rounds, checking up on things, keeping an eye out for trouble, that kind of thing. It wasn't quite working, at any rate.

He glances into the Sensorium-- if nothing else, it's usually an interesting insight into the crew-- and watches Eva quietly for a moment. He fully intends to play it safe, given that he's not met her before as himself, only as Red Robin, but they'd only spoken a few times, even then.

He waits until she's finished unloading the gun onto the can before he speaks up, not wanting to startle someone with a fully loaded gun when there was a decent probability that it wasn't a simulated weapon. "Are you okay, ma'am?"

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Oh, lord. I'm old enough to be a ma'am." Eva sighs, runs a hand over her face and laughs deep in her stomach. "Hello, whippersnapper. Come to taunt me for my failing eyes and feeble trigger finger?"

[battorch]

"Sorry, force of habit, I guess," Tim says with his own quiet laugh. "Maybe I'm just too young." he offers a lighter spin on things, before he steps a little further forward, to get a better look at what she was doing. "But no, sorry to disappoint. You're obviously a way better shot than I'd be."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"No, it's alright. I've already resigned myself to the rocking chair," she says with an exaggerated old-lady voice. "Is that so? Half the children on this ship know how to shoot and you're not one of them?"

[battorch]

"No cats?" Tim asks, and smiles faintly at her. He looks over the gun and the range, though, and frowns as he shakes his head. And barely holds back a correction on his age-- he supposes that, technically, it's still true. "Not a fan of guns," he says with a shrug.

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Not yet. Too possessive. I'm not fond of that type of love." She shoots another can. "Ah. Somehow I don't imagine it's because you're wholly against violence."

[battorch]

"Hey, fair enough. You could be a Crazy Dog Lady, if you wanted. Carve out your own niche." Tim smiles, but he figures she gets that he's teasing. He watches her shoot the cans, and frowns in thought. "I'm not exactly a fighter," he lies. "I don't know if I even look that tough. I prefer to be a little more... passive, I guess."

[vissernone.livejournal.com]

"Too needy. I've already had a child. I don't need any other living things depending on me in this lifetime." She gestures to the spot next to her with her shoulder. "Care to join me? Passive doesn't mean defenseless."