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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[an impromptu shooting range is set up, with a handful of thick targets lined in a row, humanoid and otherwise; the Doctor is shooting at them with a small sonic blaster, aiming to incapacitate; he rarely misses]

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[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Watching from the side, not far off, she regarded the man carefully but did not say anything. Only observing for now.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he turns his head when his arm rests, waving with his free hand]

Hello, Romana.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Keeping yourself in practice?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[wry smile]

I am, yes. It's not precisely enjoyable, but...it's satisfying, in its way.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[lowers his hand, turning to look at her]

Practising. Was I bothering you?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Hn? No. I just... [Blinks, as though surprised at her self.] I... wanted to know what that weapon was.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[watching him, eyes a bit wide] Didn't know you could shoot like that. Any of you.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[pauses, smiling faintly]

No? I'm rather glad - I prefer not needing to.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Haven't seen you use it, really. The Brigadier is the one always pulling his gun out. And then usually you say something about guns not working on this sort of species and the Brigadier tells you he doesn't care.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Ryotarou stands off to the side to watch the stranger practice, wary. No idea what he's shooting with or why he chose to practice here, really, but he can't deny that he's morbidly interested.]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[eventually stops, lowering his hand; he turns his head, smiling slightly]

Hello.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[blinks, then gives a little smile return]

... Hello.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[watches him, uncertain. guns and her Doctor don't exactly mesh] Doctor?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he stops abruptly, but smoothly, turning to her completely]

Hello.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[continues to watch him, concerned] What need do you have of practicing such a thing?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

What are you doing, desu?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

Practising! Practice makes perfect, you know.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[nods sagely] Unless you're all ready perfect, of course~

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

[it's not a gun, but watching the Doctor brings back memories and Lucy stares, finger twitching as she remembers]

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he stops as soon as he sees her, brow furrowing in concern]

Are you all right?

[shatteredqueen.livejournal.com]

It was cold and heavy, you know. So cold, even after it discharged... [blinks, takes a deep breath, then smiles] Oh my, I'm sorry. I couldn't help notice what you're doing and wanted to come see. My father was a marksman, you see.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Watches silently for a few moments, and while the weapon he has is confusing, it doesn't take a genius to see what he's doing. After a moment of careful consideration, he walks over]

Mind if I?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[regards him for a moment, before tossing him the weapon, clasping his hands behind his back]

Fire away.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Grabs the very odd weapon, and gives it a careful once over. Pointing it down the range, he takes his first few shots, one of which actually lands on the target. Stopping for only a brief second, he takes another few shots.

This time they hit their intended mark.]

Interesting weapon.