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[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[the Brigadier has decided to put his mind somewhere else. he's on the Plane with a new gun, a S&W, and has set up a few targets at various distances. he needs to get used to the kick, the rate of fire, the line of fire, everything about the weapon. shooting is a good way of venting, a good way of taking his mind of his death and putting it elsewhere. he should be firing more calmly, carefully - but a little bit of his emotions are leaking through. he's firing a bit too quickly, and not always hitting the targets like he should]

...Dratted gun. Nothing like the Webley.

[and he begins reloading]

Comments

[hooemi.livejournal.com]

{Just watches curiously until he starts reloading before coming closer} That is quite the firearm, sir. I have not seen one so advanced...I suppose that would mean that you are from the "future" for me as well.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he finishes up] 1973. It's a Smith and Wesson.

[hooemi.livejournal.com]

That would be why then! It is only 1879 in my home, so such weapons are only just coming into the hands of the rich and influential people of Japan.

[noking.livejournal.com]

[Sort of meanders gradually closer, but making sure to stay away from his front bit]

Not the best place for shooting.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[he glances over] I know how to handle a firearm.

1/2

[noking.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but what if someone pops into this place right when you fire?

[noking.livejournal.com]

[.... free food]

Uhh. Nevermind.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Nothin' like a weapon that you're used to. But give it time and you'll get a history with that one, too, I'd think.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

I know. I just don't fancy the wait.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Shoves his hands into his pockets] I'd imagine not. Takes a lot of blood to build a history with a weapon.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

You're aiming high.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Just getting a feel for now.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

That tends to be easier when you're more relaxed, you know. [He shrugs; and yep, he's been watching for a few minutes.]

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[wanders over, having been drawn by the sound of gunshots] This is a weird place to practice.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

I couldn't spare any time back on Blackbird.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Huh, seems like a lot of people come here to save time ... say, isn't that an animal?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

I could have given you one, you know.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Yes, I know.

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[stares at the gun blankly]

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

[glances over] Something wrong, Miss?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[distractedly] It was so heavy in my hand. It smelled of smoke and ash and hot metal and it burned my fingers, but I didn't want to let go...

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[frowns] That is not your gun, Brigadier.

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

No. Mine was crushed by Diva in the fight.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Something on your mind?

[barelyemoting.livejournal.com]

Just a bit.