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...

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[mymic.livejournal.com]

_{[She'll just continue to sit over here and watch]}

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

-There's a few seconds of calm... before she draws. In less than a second, all of the targets have been struck.-

[mymic.livejournal.com]

_{[And Virginia gets applause from her one-person audience]}

Well done.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Mm... it could still be better.

[mymic.livejournal.com]

...Don't be so hard on yourself. You'll get there eventually.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

It's not so much that I'm hard on myself as...

Well, anyways, I should probably call it a day soon.

[mymic.livejournal.com]

Oh? Would you care to have a cup of tea with me, then?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

That sounds nice, actually!

[mymic.livejournal.com]

Then would you like to accompany me back to my house?

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

I'd be happy to, ma'am!

[mymic.livejournal.com]

Then let's be on our way.

_{[Gets to her feet, smoothing out her skirt, before heading in the direction of where she lives]}

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

-Virginia twirled her pistols before dropping them back into their holsters, taking step behind Marivel.-

[mymic.livejournal.com]

_{[As they walk along back toward the residential area, Marivel strikes up another conversation.]}

So how has this town been treating you...? I must say, I'm slightly curious as to how other people are fairing.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Much better since I got these pistols. I feel a bit less halved. Though I still need my ARMs back.

[mymic.livejournal.com]

ARMs? I don't remember weapons being called that when I'm from; then again, it's entirely possible they were. Irving called the group he assembled ARMS.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Huh... that's odd.

Arms stands for "Artifacts of Ruin's Memory"

[mymic.livejournal.com]

It stands for "Awkward Rush&Mission Savers" in my time.


Or Agile Remote Mission Squad. I can't entirely remember which one it was.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

So it's a group of people?

[mymic.livejournal.com]

Yes. Irving Vold Valeria formed it to fight the terrorist organization Odessa.

Actually, come to think of it, I was part of ARMS, too, in a way. I'm an expert on Lost Technology, after all, so someone had to do all the mechanics work.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

You're a mechanic? Neat!

[mymic.livejournal.com]

You think so? I can't say I would entirely know how to fix something found in this world, but I imagine I could make it workable again.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

Something like those automobiles I see around?

[mymic.livejournal.com]

They might not be too terribly different than what I'm used to working on, sure.

_{[And they reach Marivel's house]}

Oh, here we are.

[rapier-ex.livejournal.com]

All of the houses really do look the same around here...

I'm not the only one with lj trouble tonight am I

[mymic.livejournal.com]

Yeah, which is why it probably helps to pay attention to house numbers.

_{[Opens the door for Virginia, allowing her to enter first]}