Target Practice [OPEN]

[someonetocarry]

Who: Zoe and OPEN
What: Shooting stationary objects and doing chores
When: Flammedi, 21th of Rosefrucht
Where: Outside the Gazelle and Child and in the nearer environs to it
Rating: PG probably for mild space-western swearing

First on the list of things to do that morning: target practice. Zoe settled herself in at the shooting range beside the Gazelle and Chine, the side meant more for gunners than for rangers, and took aim again and again at the targets there. She needed to keep her hand in, when she wasn't going out targeting living things, and she hadn't enough rank-- or money-- for a horse of her own to go out with, so the moving target range wasn't available.

Plus, she kept trying to get the gun to change shape, like she'd been told it would do, but it so far stubbornly remained a shotgun. She favored shotguns, fair enough, but she sure did wish she could get a shape change in practice rather than out in the field some day when it would take her by surprise.

Then came an early lunch and walking out some of the horses that the more higher-ranked archers had taken out for the morning, and taking them back in to groom. At least that was an easy enough chore; she'd rather have that than mucking out their stables, which she did yesterday. Besides, that let her lead the horses around the nearby streets, and see who might be out and about. After a few weeks here without many friends, she was starting to open up at least a little and greet people.

Just a little, though.

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[buildyourworld]

He listened to her while he continued examining it, already mapping the gun out in his mind. It wasn't hard considering what he did for a living and while he wasn't as good as Ian, he was a Gundam Meister and a gun as basic as this was nothing in comparison to the Gundam they were all tasked to pilot and repair. Plus, he was with the development team, he can and knew how to engineer weapons.

"I am. Do you mind if I take it apart? I will put it back for you." If it can shapeshift, the mechanic must be from within or entirely magical on it's own. "Though, it would be better if you had learn to shapeshift it. Then we can take it apart in different gun mode and check for irregular and shift in the internal mechanics to make comparison."

[someonetocarry]

"Yeah, I'm sure a lotta things would be better if I could make it shapeshift." Like this whole conversation. She could have been showing off instead of letting some boy talk down to her. Then again, she was starting to wonder if he wouldn't have found something to lecture about, if he hadn't had that. "Knock yerself out, if you feel like it. Jest make sure you can put it back how y'found it. I ain't gonna go to my guildmaster an' ask for another one this early on."

holy crap I forgot. super sorry!

[buildyourworld]

"Alright."

Taking the gun with him, he set it down on the table and took a seat before extracting a small tools case from his pocket. Carefully, Tieria started dismantling the shotgun with experienced speed, setting the down accordingly. While he was doing so, he looked over every piece of the shotgun and took some detailed note in the mini log book he brought with him.

"You're right about some of the seemingly useless pieces. I took note, so when you can shift this gun, let me know so I can take it apart and see if there was anything we can learn from the shifting."

With that said, he put the shotgun back again and handed it back to the owner. "Thanks."

no worries, no worries :) it's about wrapped, anyhow!

[someonetocarry]

Zoe watched curiously. She mostly hadn't bothered with more than a screwdriver when she investigated it herself. This fellow was apparently more specialized in his deconstruction. She rather wanted to know what he was writing down, but despite his attitude, she thought that peering over his shoulder would be rude enough to make up for it.

"Or y'could jest ask somebody else who's managed it," she suggested with an amused little smile when he spoke again. "Might be quicker. But sure, I'll letcha know."

[buildyourworld]

Closing the log book and packing up the tools case, he snorted at her reply. "I've already asked. None of the natives would let me take their gun apart. Though, it's an understandable reaction. I am an outsider after all, no one would trust me to handle their personal weapon."

Standing up, he wiped his hands clean. "I'll wait for your good news then." With a nod, he turned to leave.

[someonetocarry]

"Suppose I ain't that surprised to hear it. They ain't always th'most trustin', 'specially of somebody who didn't show up to their own guild. So-- sure thing, mister Erde." She rested the gun over her shoulder as he stood up, muzzle pointed safely at the sky. She'd double-check to make sure he put it back together right after he was gone. "Here's hopin' it don't take too long."