Second Wind

[bantorain]

-Virginia's near the outskirts of town. She figured doing this in either the neighborhood, uptown, or downtown would get her in trouble with the drones. So instead she's taken to going a bit out of her way.

What is she doing? Well that's simple. Gun practice.

Specifically, fast drawing both of her pistols on targets placed throughout the terrain (old food cans). After a few shots (they seem to go by in less than a second), she tosses the guns into the air, and in an even faster motion, manages to reload them after tossing a clip's worth of bullets up after them and a swift motion of her arm. In another blink, she fires again (was that four shots or five? Who can tell?), knocking out the last of the targets. Her shooting stance seems to shift the whole time, making it nearly impossible to tell where her body will be positioned on the next shot.

Of course, once all the targests are hit, she can only sigh.-

Still not as good as daddy was...

Comments

[redorblueshot.livejournal.com]

[Was just passing by]

I beg to differ, m'am.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Not to discount your opinion, ma'am, but I doubt quite highly that you knew my father.

[redorblueshot.livejournal.com]

I know that he raised his daughter to be very skillful with a gun.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

I thank you for the compliment, ma'am. But I know I can do better, too.

[4thdimensnskrt.livejournal.com]

_{[guess who's come to join you?]}

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Hey Maya. Want me to set up the targets again?

[4thdimensnskrt.livejournal.com]

Yes, please; I figured I'd stop by and join you.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Hold on real quick! -She hops off to go set up the cans again. They're looking quite pulverized by this point.-

[4thdimensnskrt.livejournal.com]

_{[Stands there, and waits.]}

Been here long, Virginia?

[mymic.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't set such high standards

<sub>[was just

exploring, or something]</sub>

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

E-eh?! Marivel?

[mymic.livejournal.com]

Yes? Is my appearance that alarming?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

I didn't hear you walk up, ha ha. Nor did I expect anyone.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Ah . . . That's really loud. What are you doing, Miss Virginia?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Heh, sorry about that Lucas. I'm just practicing, is all.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Guns, right? Aren't those really dangerous?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Very dangerous. That's why only people who know how to use them should.

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

[He's walking by and stops to watch]

Nice shooting senorita.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Thank you much, sir. Though, these pistols are a bit awkward to use compared to my ARMs.

[commie-island.livejournal.com]

ARMS?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

"Artifacts from Ruin's Memory."

They are guns crafted from dragon fossils. Unlike normal artillery, they are able to form a bond of sorts with their user, allowing for ease of use.

[revyourengines.livejournal.com]

Oho, shit! Not bad, kid! Didn't know we had any other gunslingers here. Still not as good as me, but hey. [THIS IS REVY BEING FRIENDLY.]

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Want to give it a try? I'll reset the targets here in a jiffy.

[revyourengines.livejournal.com]

DO I! I haven't shot shit since I got here! Hand 'em over! [YOU JUST BECAME HER NEW BEST FRIEND]

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

-Virginia hands over ONE of the pistols. No offense, Revy, but Drifter's instincts dictate to never leave yourself unarmed in the presence of a stanger.-