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[betrayedtwin]

[the loud crack of a bullet echoes from the coliseum, the sounds coming in groups of four before there's a break and the sound resumes. if anyone is nearby, they'll see signs and caution tape thrown up around the various entrances warning them not to come in that way. there is, however, one entrance in the south (or what seemed like the south) is still open. tacked to a pillar is a handwritten sign in block lettering that simply reads, "Interested in some sparring or target practice? Come on up!"]

[head into the coliseum itself and in the main arena, and one will see a few sets of pugil sticks leaning against one wall next to a simple metal table covered with various guns (pistols, battle rifles, and another sniper rifle) and several spare clips of ammo separated into two piles. in the middle of the grounds and scattered around the stands are various bottles of liquor--and in some cases, the shattered remains of said liquor bottles. and at the very, very top of the coliseum, situated at the top-most southern point of the coliseum is North.]

[as always, he's in his full suit of body armor and is lying down flat on top of the old stones, sniper rifle aimed at one of the many bottles he'd set up earlier, his motion tracker switched on so he can see any movement going on down below. which he does, so he quietly stands, stretches, and then jumps down from his perch, ready to greet whomever is coming to visit.]


[ooc: Hey, as North's sign says, if anyone's up for some sparring, training, or target practice with North, this is the place! He's up for any kind of sparring and has a few training weapons at the ready. (Though the live ammo is only for the target practice.) As a note, the pugil sticks can give off a small amount of electricity, but we can turn that off. There is also a special paintball scenario training that the Freelancer agents undergo, an example which can be seen here, but that particular paintball might hurt a little more than your typical one. So! Even if he hasn't met your character yet, what's a faster way of bonding than a good ol' sparring session?]

[ooc again: Sorry for the slow tags! I've been sick all week. Brain just hasn't been there to tag, but I'm feeling better! Thanks for having patience with me!]

Comments

[betrayedtwin]

[nods, amused] Yup, just like the state! And thanks--but it helps that the targets aren't moving either. [not that...it'd be a problem for him either, but one does have to give credit to the inanimate objects]

So what was that about boredom?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I find ways to entertain myself when I'm bored... This just looked similar to my own.

[betrayedtwin]

So you go to a coliseum and shoot bottles of liquor too, huh? [he doesn't sound serious. in fact, his tone is more teasing than anything]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I don't need to go anywhere to shoot things.

[Sarcasm tends to go over Sherlock's head.]

[betrayedtwin]

Fair enough. [slight shrug of his shoulders. what someone does on their own time is their business--but it does slightly concern North anyway.]

So, do you prefer "Sherlock", or "Holmes"? [walks to the other end of the table, and starts to check over a pair of pistols] And are you interested in a bit of target practice yourself?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock watches the other man carefully.]

Either... and I don't need practice.

[It's true, he doesn't, he's an exceptional shot.]

[betrayedtwin]

[he chuckles, amused] All right, Sherlock. [reaches over, picking up one of the pistols.] Want to put your money where your mouth is? [holds it out to him]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock takes the pistol and points three targets.]

Those three there.

[He fires the left one first, then the right, then puts his arm around his back and takes out the third.]

[betrayedtwin]

[he nods appreciatively] Not bad. Bit showy at the end there, but not bad.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He shrugs.]

I am a show-off, it sort of goes with the title.

[betrayedtwin]

[he chuckles, amused, and reaches for another pistol] Sherlock Holmes the Show-Off? Doesn't roll off the tongue too well.

[casually, he shoots the remains of the three bottles that Sherlock just shot]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Well. It takes one to know one. Nice shot.

[That's about the best compliment he gives.]

[betrayedtwin]

You should see the other guy I work with. Not that he's better or anything, but if anyone's a show-off, it's him. And he definitely won't let you hear the end of it.

So what do you do, Sherlock?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I'm a consulting detective. The only one in the world.

[He glances around.]

Well, my world. I invented the job. And you are a soldier of some type, a marksman for sure. From a planet different than my own, or my planet's future.

[betrayedtwin]

[he nods; teasingly] What gave me away? [he doesn't really mean it. it's kinda obvious.] And if you mean Earth, then yeah, I'm from the future. We don't exactly have any consulting detectives in my time.

Is a consulting detective sort of like a private investigator?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

No. It means when the police are out of their depths, which is always, they consult with me.

And it would seem you're from Earth's distant future. Since I am the only Consulting Detective, it would stand to reason that there wouldn't be any anymore.

[From Sherlock's standpoint, most people need the obvious stated to them.]