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[collareddog.livejournal.com]

[Rico has set herself up a temporary shooting range in the Colosseum. It's been there for a few days now, and Rico has been turning up regularly to improve her aim.

Her aim has always been very good, but the practice seems to have paid off. Currently she's hitting her targets dead centre with every shot. When she runs out of bullets she stops, cheerfully inspecting the holes she's made in the targets, then starting on reloading her gun.

She needs to practice keeping this up, after all.]

Comments

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta hears shooting, Brigitta must investigate!] ...Practicing?

[collareddog.livejournal.com]

[Cheerful nod.] Yes, Signora!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Have a quick glance up and down] ...How old are you?

[collareddog.livejournal.com]

Thirteen, Signora.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

...How long have you been practicing for?

[collareddog.livejournal.com]

Today?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

In general.

[collareddog.livejournal.com]

...Um. A few hours?

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

How many years?

[ghostlighter]

[vaguely amused at her proficiency, if only because otherwise he'd be all kinds of bothered that a girl her age is so proficient at this] You ever try to keep shooting through the first hole?

[collareddog.livejournal.com]

No, Signore. Is that what I should be doing?

[ghostlighter]

Well, no. I don't know. It'd probably be fun, though.

[collareddog.livejournal.com]

Ah, maybe. I'll try it now.

[She finishes reloading the gun, then raises it, lines it up, and fires. The bullet hole is a little bigger this time, showing that the shot wasn't quite perfect.]

[ghostlighter]

[Chris leans forward just slightly to peer at it, then nods.]

Impressive.

[collareddog.livejournal.com]

[She's not sure Jean would agree, but most praise makes her happy anyway.] Thank you, Signore!