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Post by Spinister on Jun 25, 2012 18:53:33 GMT -5
M7W4D4, police firing range, open
Esprit is ambivalent about the firing range. It does not properly test her skills, and she tends to attract undue attention when she uses it. However, her human body requires vigilant practise in order to ensure continued skill levels, which she finds amazingly frustrating. She has taken to checking a different weapon out each week from the range master and then carefully returning it in good care.
Recoil is also annoying, she feels, though nothing insurmountable.
Esprit has also taken to trying out some ridiculous and not practical poses, just for the challenge of it all. Luckily, now she's alone, so balancing on one hand, with an eyepatch over one eye, while trying to hit the farthest and smallest target, is something she can get away with.
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Post by Holi on Jun 26, 2012 11:33:16 GMT -5
Hopefully, Officer Hunt won't be too upset that her alone time is about to be disrupted. While he checks in with the range master – he needs to clock some hours, because he's been slacking off a little bit here – he can't see the trick-shooting going on. Mostly, he sort of glosses over the range master's thoughts on how little he sees "the kid" these days and tries not to seethe about it. Somehow, even in this body, people still call him a kid. He'd be lying if he said it didn't bother him.
Check-in complete, he dons the safety glasses over his own, grabs a pair of earmuffles, and settles them into place before heading onto the range. He doesn't actively register what the other officer on the range is doing at the moment, nor who it is; he's too dead-set on heading to his lane and not embarrassing himself. He notes for safety purposes which lane the other officer is on and keeps that in mind, but otherwise simply nods a polite but distracted greeting as he passes.
It's only once he gets to his lane and stops that he realises something looked strange about the other officer's shooting, and he slowly peers out from behind the divider, puzzled expression on his face. That's Officer Hunt, he thinks, and he's pretty sure she's doing a handstand. That is terrible range safety!
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Post by Spinister on Jul 1, 2012 12:22:06 GMT -5
As soon as Esprit notices Det. Hollister, she immediately assumes a normal and safe firing position. Darn people, also practising their aim!
She continues nonchalantly as if nothing strange just happened.
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Post by Holi on Jul 3, 2012 18:21:37 GMT -5
Or… maybe Hollister was seeing things? He blinks and turns back to his lane, the target at the far end. He did just have another of his migraines a couple days ago. Maybe he's still having auras.
Well, he thinks, he's over it now, and he's back to work. He takes a firing stance – it's textbook without the rookie tension, something he does automatically. He's comfortable holding a gun, comfortable taking aim and firing. It isn't that he's a bad shot, nor that he's had no training; it's just that all his training was with recoil-less laser pistols. He hits his target; he even lands all his shots to the torso. He just has a horrible lack of good clustering.
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Post by Spinister on Jul 14, 2012 21:14:09 GMT -5
Esprit does glance over at Hollister every now and then. She reminds herself that he has seniority, Going over there and telling him he is doing it wrong would be rude. Everyone does it wrong. He's not doing it especially wrong for a human.
Hnng.
Esprit continues her own work, trying to ignore that nagging nursemaid trait that the other Mayhems so mocked.
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Post by Holi on Jul 24, 2012 14:21:22 GMT -5
Hollister, oblivious to Esprit's evaluation of his range skills, secures his weapon, then pulls back the target to get a better look at it. He decides he can do better and grabs a second target, hanging it and setting the first aside.
"If at first you don't succeed," he says to himself as he watches the target whiz away down the rail. He checks his firing line, checks around him for other people he might have missed coming in, then double-checks his gun before taking off the safety and taking aim. As last time, his stance is textbook, but he still hasn't figured out how to adjust his grip for the recoil, and his clustering is a joke. He may be here a while.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 12, 2012 22:09:01 GMT -5
Esprit slowly sneaks up on Hollister. At one point, when he looks back, she will simply be there, like she has been there for some time.
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Post by Holi on Aug 17, 2012 11:26:59 GMT -5
Fortunately for everyone, Hollister doesn't turn and look until his weapon is again secured, safety on, because when he realises Esprit is abruptly right behind him, he startles and nearly falls over the barricade, slamming his hip into the counter in the process.
"Ah! Uh, o-oh, Officer Hunt!" is all he manages, polished off by a nervous laugh. "Wha– er, can… can I help you?" Of course, he's still wearing his earmuffles.
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Post by Spinister on Aug 20, 2012 19:04:30 GMT -5
Esprit looks at the earmuffles for a long moment. Then she says slowly, loudly, and clearly, "Trying to improve?"
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Post by Holi on Aug 26, 2012 15:56:19 GMT -5
His hip hurts. His hip really, really hurts. He can hear it throbbing in his head, so loudly it drowns out Officer Hunt's– Wait, he's still got his earmuffles on. Hollister's polite smile turns very much abashed as he sets down his weapon and pulls off the earmuffles, leaving them hanging round his neck.
"…You noticed?" he mumbles, somewhere between hopeful that he's been acknowledged as working dutifully and depressed that he's obviously not up to par.
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Post by Spinister on Sept 4, 2012 15:03:16 GMT -5
This is where someone with a functioning sense of empathy would admit, 'I'm pretty perceptive.'
Esprit says instead, "Your clustering is off."
She does not point out that he is having trouble with the recoil. Most human weapons have recoil, so having trouble with recoil would be a strange problem for a human to have and is the not the first thing that a human would think of when seeing another human having problems with clustering.
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Post by Holi on Sept 23, 2012 17:25:41 GMT -5
Glumly, Hollister looks at his targets and sighs. She noticed.
"Yeah," he mumbles. "I can't seem to get a good grouping. I can hit the target just fine." His grin is sad, uneasy, and perhaps a little on the morbidly cavalier side. "Lucky for me I'm in a line of work where bullets don't really matter much in the first place, huh?" He does wonder sometimes about the point of carrying guns when they're just as likely to run into a perp with invulnerable skin or regenerative powers or the ability to control metals or the power to melt things with his brain as they are to get a guy who can get shot the same as a normal human.
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Post by Spinister on Sept 29, 2012 22:32:49 GMT -5
"Better than nothing," Esprit reminds evenly, with just a hint of disapproval. He should take an advantage he can get. Would he rather face metas with bare hands?
"Hmm. You work out?"
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Post by Holi on Oct 8, 2012 18:46:18 GMT -5
"Uh. Y-yeah?" Hollister squawks. He works out all the time, but he didn't expect anybody to notice that. He's flattered, oh yes, and very surprised. He's sure he looks stupid; he feels like he looks stupid and his cheeks are burning. "And don't get me wrong, I'd rather have the gun than not. But… sometimes it feels like it's just for show." Discreetly, he tries backing up a little for some distance. Detective Hunt is standing very close. "You know this is my third issued sidearm?" he asks, trying to redirect the topic. "The first one was eaten. The second almost melted in my hands. It…." Makes him feel completely useless some days. "…Gets kind of old."
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Post by Spinister on Oct 13, 2012 17:43:06 GMT -5
Esprit gives him a very dubious look and says flatly, "You shoot like a woman who doesn't have the upper arm strength to handle the recoil."
That's not strictly accurate. She's actually not sure why he can't handle the recoil. But well, he can't, and lack of upper arm strength is the usual problems that humans have with recoil.
After a long moment, she asks, "Did you train on lasers?"
In the vague semi-future, law enforcement sometimes has laser available to it, but they are expensive and generally not as good as guns. Yet.
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