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legionworld2017-08-22 10:51 pm
nofortunateson) wrote in legionworld2017-08-22 10:51 pm
Entry tags:
bang bang shoot shoot
Who| North and Tucker, later open to others
What| Range time
Where| The shooting range
When| After Resistance is Futile
Warnings/Notes| Firearms, Tucker-standard double entendere cautions
[Closed to Tucker]
After the adrenaline of the mission, North's ready to relax - which, more often than not, means going back to routine as much as he can, as soon as he can. Showing a sim trooper around his rifle is hardly routine, but range time is, and there is something easy and almost nostalgic around the low-pressure act of blowing through ammunition with absolutely nothing on the line but vague intentions to keep improving.
He's there ten minutes before they're due to meet, out of his armor, gear in a long case tucked under his arm. Just enough time to put out some targets and get set up, he imagines.
[Open]
Maybe there's something infectious in the more constructive (or at the very least highly non-competetive) range time with Tucker. North's still there as much as he ever was, keeping sharp, but he's more likely to strike up a conversation, rather than get in, do his practice, and move on to the next item on the daily training schedule. After about a week of this he even puts up a standing notice near the entrance, around the time of his usual afternoon practice, which advertises the time slot as Unranked Marksmanship League. Not that he's actually going to point it out to York, but maybe there's something to his whole 'not everything has to be a competition' theory.
What| Range time
Where| The shooting range
When| After Resistance is Futile
Warnings/Notes| Firearms, Tucker-standard double entendere cautions
[Closed to Tucker]
After the adrenaline of the mission, North's ready to relax - which, more often than not, means going back to routine as much as he can, as soon as he can. Showing a sim trooper around his rifle is hardly routine, but range time is, and there is something easy and almost nostalgic around the low-pressure act of blowing through ammunition with absolutely nothing on the line but vague intentions to keep improving.
He's there ten minutes before they're due to meet, out of his armor, gear in a long case tucked under his arm. Just enough time to put out some targets and get set up, he imagines.
[Open]
Maybe there's something infectious in the more constructive (or at the very least highly non-competetive) range time with Tucker. North's still there as much as he ever was, keeping sharp, but he's more likely to strike up a conversation, rather than get in, do his practice, and move on to the next item on the daily training schedule. After about a week of this he even puts up a standing notice near the entrance, around the time of his usual afternoon practice, which advertises the time slot as Unranked Marksmanship League. Not that he's actually going to point it out to York, but maybe there's something to his whole 'not everything has to be a competition' theory.
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She pauses when she sees Garrus - somewhat familiar to her, she remembers him from before the mission to the other worlds - and she folds her arms, watching him line up his shots.
The first one is good. The rest are even better. When he's finished?
She gives a little whistle and a couple claps of her hand.
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He glances over his shoulder, nods appreciatively, and lays down his rifle.
"I feel like I've seen you around."
Though, he'd be the first to admit, he has juuuust a little bit of difficulty telling humans apart ... He could be wrong.
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"You were with Shepard. The redhead from the Public Relations tour, but you decided to stay back."
Which is Carolina for: that's where she's seen you from. But, she offers a little wave of her hand.
"Carolina."
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"How did that go, by the way?"
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She waves a hand around, as if that kind of thing is normal.
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"A lot of people wearing plastic smiles and polishing gizzard in the hopes that they get what they want out of the deal." He nods, sounding just disgusted enough to suggest he's been around that particular block a few times.
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"Yeah, exactly - though there wasn't any gizzards involved as far as I know," she says, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"Don't think miss Director really thought of it that way."
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"Oh, lot of schmoozing and schmaltzing. I was there to look intimidating," she teases. "As for her - she seemed okay. Didn't like the tiff we got involved in at the end I think."
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