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fandomtownies2018-07-11 10:15 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2018-07-11 10:15 am
The Shooting Range; About an Hour After Summer Shenanigans, Wednesday [07/11].
Immediately after winning that awful fish, Rosa set to work, going back to her apartment, getting all her weapons, finding a wheelbarrow somewhere and going to the Trooper Station and grabbing a bunch of weapons from the Weapons Locker there, too (and just daring any of the troopers to fight her about it), and then heading over to the shooting range.
Hey, she'd been wanting to check this place out anyway.
It didn't take long for her to set the fish up as her target at the end of the range, and then she started loading the weapons out of the wheelbarrow thoughtfully. Rifles, pistols, shotguns. There was a musket in there somewhere, a revolver, a sub-machine gun. Plasma gun, laser gun, official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle. Throwing knives, throwing stars, throwing axes. She'd managed to scrounge up her crossbow and a good old fashioned bow and arrow...
...was that a grenade? That was definitely a grenade, but don't worry, she'd go to the preserve for that one.
It was amazing what sort of weapons you could scrounge up on this island in an hour, especially when most of them came from your own closet.
Let's be honest; this fish had this coming for a looooong time now. And after the weekend Rosa was having, she was going to feel much, much better when she was done. All she'd need after this was a few beers and a hot body to bone, and it would be up there with one of the best days of her life.
[[I knew the universe was telling me to sign her up this week for a good reason!! open but prolly slow!]]
Hey, she'd been wanting to check this place out anyway.
It didn't take long for her to set the fish up as her target at the end of the range, and then she started loading the weapons out of the wheelbarrow thoughtfully. Rifles, pistols, shotguns. There was a musket in there somewhere, a revolver, a sub-machine gun. Plasma gun, laser gun, official Red Ryder carbine action two-hundred shot range model air rifle. Throwing knives, throwing stars, throwing axes. She'd managed to scrounge up her crossbow and a good old fashioned bow and arrow...
...was that a grenade? That was definitely a grenade, but don't worry, she'd go to the preserve for that one.
It was amazing what sort of weapons you could scrounge up on this island in an hour, especially when most of them came from your own closet.
Let's be honest; this fish had this coming for a looooong time now. And after the weekend Rosa was having, she was going to feel much, much better when she was done. All she'd need after this was a few beers and a hot body to bone, and it would be up there with one of the best days of her life.
[[I knew the universe was telling me to sign her up this week for a good reason!! open but prolly slow!]]
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Seivarden opened the door to the shooting range, then stopped. There was Rosa, Rosa's weapons - how many had she brought? - and then the fish.
Considering that she was now in the same room with someone who had an impressive collection of weapons, and who yesterday tried to punch her, you might have thought that Seivarden would decide to leave. She did consider it, but hesitated, undecided. There was something incredibly hot about someone who had gathered that amount of fire power just to get rid of that fish thing. Seivarden wasn't obsessed with weapons, and she definitely didn't care about uncivilized people who hated tea, but that didn't mean she stopped watching.
While reaching for hearing protection. Some of those guns looked like they would be loud, especially considered the technology here.
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She did at some point stop, though, to reel the target back over to her to see how the damage was going. The fish had all sorts of holes and burns and sharp things pointing out of it by the point, yet it still remained mostly in tact.
"Jesus Christ, what is this thing even made out of?" she muttered to herself, because she didn't know anyone was there, but, with her focus shifted, it didn't take her long to look up and realize that someone actually was.
"Ugh. It's you." She turned to put the fish back and send it back down to the other end of the range. "What'd you want?"
And here she was actually having fun. She should have known it would be too good to last.
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As Rosa had tried to hit her yesterday, perhaps Seivarden was pushing her luck, but all things considered 'ugh, it's you' had to be considered a good greeting.
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And, well, if her shots seemed to be particularly focused, her glare down the lane almost as pointed as her bullets, it might be because she wasn't seeing the fish any more when she looked at her target.
It was a damn good thing she'd already been to prison and had no desire to ever return. But maybe if she just shot Seivarden in the foot and played it off as an accident...
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She reloaded, throwing a glance at the fish thing and frowned. What was that thing made of?
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So she would just ignore her as best she could and try to focus on the fish. And so what if she just happened to be picking out the more impressive guns now and showing off the full breadth of her marksman knowledge? She wasn't decorated for firearms just for looking pretty over here...
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She also had better guns.
Seivarden might not be in the shape she had once been, but she had thirty years experience, and did quite well even at the really difficult targets. Which might not be as rewarding as a creepy fish, but still.