12- Nevere quite another like it

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack appears on the Plane, this time with all of Torchwood's shooting range. He's wearing the standard goggles and muflers, and besides him is a small table. On it are several different types of guns, including a Contemporary Polish WIST-94, a Taurus PT145 .45 ACP pistol, and an Enfield Mk II Revolver. All the guns have obviously been customized and  bear either the Torchwood symbol like the mufflers, or have 'TORCHWOOD' printed on the side.

He shoots each one in turn, almost always hitting the center of the target, arm steady and position very nearly perfect. With each shot fired, however, he looks increasingly annoyed, slamming the last gun down on the table angrily as he mutters darkly under his breath]

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

No Webley?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Skips to one side to avoid being smashed by the gun. It should be noted that she's about the size of a bullet herself at the moment.] Steady on there, Cap'n Crunchme!

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Touches his shoulder lightly once he's finished shooting.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't bother to look up at Ianto, inspecting one of the guns in his hand]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Normally Jack would be amused, probably even laugh at the sight. Instead all he does is spare Cy a single glance before looking through the small collection of guns, searching for one he hasn't already tried]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Picks up the gun he just slammed down, examining it carefully. She's still very pale and slightly wobbly from blood loss.] You look like a swordsman who's lost their choice blade, lad.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...Jack.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack spares Misaki a single look, his expression blank, before the focus shifts back to the guns]

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

You're good.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[FFFFF. She hates being ignored, tiny or not. So she is climbing on to the back of his hand now.] I'll bosh your nonce.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Still ignoring you, taking the time to load one of the guns, releasing the safety for a moment before simply locking it again and tossing it back on the table]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[A more insistent hand on your shoulder now, Jack.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He's resisting the urge to flick you off Cy, he's that annoyed. Instead, he takes her and places her back on the table]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Hey! I heard that! [Running across the table and climbing up on one of the guns.] That's rude.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack plucks it from her hand because, as much as he hates them right now, his guns, not yours]

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Leans against the table, raising an eyebrow at him.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't really bother to respond, just glances at her a moment before picking up one of the hand guns, extending his arm and pointing it at the target before letting out an annoyed sound and dropping it back on the table]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto takes hold of his hands to force him to acknowledge him before speaking again.] What happened, Jack?

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack tenses, then suddenly moves his hands so it's him who's gripping Ianto's] What do you want, Ianto? [His tone is cold, words clipped]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Going back to ignoring, picking up a different gun]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Okay... trying to get free now.] I just asked you a question.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack turns to look at Misaki now, gun in his hand]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[FINE THEN. Two can play at that game. She wanders down the barrel of the gun she's sitting on and tries to squeeze herself inside.]

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[He releases his hands, turning back to the table] Not in the mood.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Holding up a notepad] What's wrong?