dysproslogs | Target Practice [OPEN]

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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"That's only in a specific circumstance, and a particular gun shape," Zoe countered blandly. "Which ain't this one. Every other kind, every other circumstance, it shoots regular old bullets with no magic 'sides what you paid to put in 'em. Gotta have extras on you, in fact, and it's plenty possible to run out." If he'd listened to the guide, he'd have gotten that, too, she was sure. "I ain't even so sure that's a property of the gun, but instead somethin'... we learn." Which bothered her a little, really.

At his question, she rested the locally-made shotgun across her shoulder. "I brought one with me that's a lot like this. Shotgun type. Also got a pistol. They're both back in my room, if you wanna see 'em. Why? You familiar with this kinda thing?" That'd be a change. Nobody so far that she'd spoken with had been the least bit familiar with weapons.

"You're missing the point, isn't it? There's a reason why there is an elemental attack in your skills set as well as why your gun can shapeshift. It's not something that either of us are familiar with but if they are not important, they won't be taught in the first place and neither would they insist you use their gun. Whether it's this type of gun or not is irrelevant when you cannot even wield your intended weapon efficiently." He paused to consider her worry and continued, "With how the monsters behave in the castle, I find the ability of your shape shifting gun an advantage. If you really have this much trouble with it, I suggest you take a trip beyond the hall of the castle. Find someone trustworthy and go as far as you can. If you can't learn by theory, learning by experienced would be better."

"What caliber?" A question that would obviously be tell tale sign of his knowledge. "They are common weapons where I came from."

At this point, Zoe was done with the lecture, so she just decided to ignore it. He, after all, was not her captain or her husband. If some purple-haired boy a decade her junior wanted to act like he understood better than she did what she was up against, she didn't need to argue with him. She knew all that, after all, and it wasn't making her learning how to do this any easier.

So she gave him a weary look, and said simply, "Thanks, kid. I'll keep that in mind next time I can get a ranker to take me somewhere. If you wanna talk shop, though, c'mon over and have a look for yourself." She waved him into the currently otherwise empty target range, hefting the gun for him to examine if he wanted to.

If she didn't want to listen, he wasn't going to waste his advice on her. Though, when she called him kid, he was a little annoyed by it. Did he behaved like one that warrant it? It didn't occur to him how young he appeared to others since no one addressed his age back home, at least not directly to him. That and age was a complicated matter to someone of his origin. Still, he was annoyed, especially when he realized it was probably because of his 'age' that she was disregarding him in their conversation. His impression on her, clearly plummeted at this point. How shallow.

"Tieria Erde. If you must refer to me, then use my name." He didn't bothered hiding his displeasure even though he accepted the gun to examine it. Checking it carefully, it didn't seem different from a normal gun be he knew it was and it was obvious from the way he handled it that he was trained in using firearms. He was tempted to take it apart but it wasn't his gun. "Have you taken it apart before?"

"Zoe Washburne. Now we're introduced." She handed over the weapon, watching him handle it with mild interest. Yes, he knew what he was doing. Why hadn't he come to this guild from the start, if he was already comfortable with the weaponry...? As far as Zoe was concerned, after all, there really wasn't anything else here that would really compare to a good shotgun (or rifle, or revolver, or whatever it happened to turn into).

"Sure did, at least to th'extent I could without bustin' it. Nothin' really obviously special about it. There's a few pieces that don't seem to do much aside from look pretty, but if they're part of the shapeshiftin' process, I can't tell how." She shrugged, a little frustrated to be showing herself ignorant in front of the kid who liked to act superior, but honest enough that she wasn't about to hide it. "I know weapons, but I ain't any kinda engineer."

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."

"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."

"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."

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."

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.

"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."

Target Practice [OPEN]

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holy crap I forgot. super sorry!

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

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