Crow Hogan [5D's] (
cawnviction) wrote2017-04-09 09:00 am
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PSL - Target Practice w/ Yukio
Crow isn't looking forward to this.
Shooting a gun... it wasn't something that he ever thought he'd do in his lifetime. A symbol of violence. To him, the only time a gun is raised is if the intent is to kill. Yet here he is, riding out to the outskirts of Bavan, learning how to use a gun. Just in case he one day has to kill his friend.
It's early afternoon when Crow pulls up at the chosen field, taking off his helmet and turning off his motorbike. He takes a moment to look over the area where Yukio has set up a makeshift shooting range, tin cans, paper targets, and other DIY options, before he activates his bike's centre stand and slides off it to greet his friend.
"Yo, Yukio!" he calls, hand raised in a lazy wave.
Shooting a gun... it wasn't something that he ever thought he'd do in his lifetime. A symbol of violence. To him, the only time a gun is raised is if the intent is to kill. Yet here he is, riding out to the outskirts of Bavan, learning how to use a gun. Just in case he one day has to kill his friend.
It's early afternoon when Crow pulls up at the chosen field, taking off his helmet and turning off his motorbike. He takes a moment to look over the area where Yukio has set up a makeshift shooting range, tin cans, paper targets, and other DIY options, before he activates his bike's centre stand and slides off it to greet his friend.
"Yo, Yukio!" he calls, hand raised in a lazy wave.
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And there's the shot, and the recoil that suggests Crow did not in fact remember to brace properly, which.. really is no surprise, it was a whole lot of information all at once.
"It's easier if you do it this way." He holds his own weapon up and demonstrates again, one hand over the other. "Push with dominant hand, pull with offhand, just a little. Line up your sights and try again. Don't hold the grip too tightly."
It always takes practice.
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One hand over the other... This time, his stance is more textbook. No more holding the gun sideways; once was enough! He knows better than to try and look cool, now.
He raises the gun and aims again, this time with his tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrates on lining up the sights with the centre of one of the targets... and fires!
The bullet hits the target in the shoulder, not the centre Crow had been hoping for, but...
"Alright!" Crow whoops, pumping a fist.
He's delighted anyway, even though he had started this entire training exercise with more than a little apprehension. Turning to Yukio, he grins, ecstatic.
"Did you see that!? I hit it!" Obviously.
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So he doesn't even MOVE except for the barest twitching back and forth of stingray-tail until after the crack of gunfire and following hole on the target.
Honestly he hadn't thought there'd be a direct hit at first, even if it was off-center. Which means as Crow turns, Yukio is looking both surprised and almost as pleased as Crow himself is.
"I saw! You want to go check it out or try for another shot or two?"
It could be natural skill. Figures a cop would!
sorry, I took an unannounced break from RP for the last few weeks!
"Lemme try again."
He raises the gun once more, sighting before adjusting his aim a bit more to the side. His next shot strikes the other shoulder, but closer to the neck this time. A pause, before the next bullet hits the target around where the collarbone would be. He has steady hands, and while his aim isn't perfect yet, he's taking his time with sighting and adjusting. The patience and slowness may be surprising, for someone who seems to want to go fast all the time.
The next bullet hits a shoulder again, though, and Crow lowers the gun, shaking out one of his hands.
"This is harder than it looks." Grinning, he continues, "Alright, let's go check 'em out!" A glance at the gun in his hand. "Should I take out the magazine or what?"
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Yukio doesn't interrupt again, interruptions are for later to test concentration and focus, but thats' not something to spring on someone handling a gun for the first time. Someone might get shot - namely himself. And he wasn't fond of taking unnecessary risks. So he merely waits, some of his fins bristling a bit with each sharp crack, but hopefully he's off to the side enough where that's not going to be a distraction.
Honestly he'd expected more rushing. Crow could be methodological but he was also a maniac on a two wheeled crotch rocket death machine, and that didn't inspire much by way of willingness to take things slowly!
There's another twitch of a smile at that shake of a hand. This was probably going to take some getting used to. Would Crow bother? Guns were incredibly useful, but they were also incredibly lethal, and in spite of being an officer, he seemed to prefer things like .. card battles.
"It gets easier with time, I promise." Lots and lots of practice, says that tone of voice. "..And yes. Unload it, check the chamber as demonstrated before, keep it pointed away, all of that.. then set it down." And he's going to watch and see if Crow had been paying attention through the endless spiel of safety instructions before heading to take a look at his now shot up target.
two wheeled crotch rocket death machine is about my favourite description for a motorbike
Crow can do practice. He might look like an andrenaline junkie, and he might seem flippant about minor things like danger, but that's built on the grounds of knowing his skills, which were built up on hours and hours of practice and keen oberservation.
"Alright, let's see..." Crow's tongue pokes out between his lips as he looks down at the small piece of machinery in his hands, trying to recall the instructions that had been given to him minutes ago.
"Pull out the magazine first, yeah?" He does exactly that, checking for bullets. Then, a pause, "I've forgotten something... Oh yeah!"
He pulls back the top of the gun to check the chamber for a bullet... which pops out after he rack's the slide. Caught by surprise, Crow lets the bullet fall out. "Is that supposed to happen?"
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"Yes. Better to have it pop out like that than forget it's there." And then possibly shoot someone! "They can be put back in anyway, it doesn't hurt anything."
But secretly, Yukio's pleased. He'd expected to have to repeat some of those lessons once or twice, and so far Crow has it all on the first run-through. Time would tell if it stuck, but why wouldn't it? Surely even card battles required rules and ways of doing things, this was simply a different way of doing things.
Crow was clever regardless. Even if there was no familiarity at all, surely he would be adept at catching on and remembering it when it was important enough.
"Let's go take a look at your targets a bit closer, and maybe set up something a little more interesting to shoot at." Interesting by the sound of it probably meant 'difficult' but Yukio has a wide variety of things out here that wouldn't be any harder. With safety seen to, it was safe! "Unless you want to grab a drink or use the pool for a minute." Drying out.. that was a thing he had never really encountered to this degree until becoming a mer himself.
"I still can't quite believe that a police officer never had to use weapons harsher than a deck of cards. What keeps criminals from just pulling out a gun?"
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"They just don't." ??? Crow doesn't comprehend. Who would pull a gun when you have card games??? "Things are more peaceful in my world."
More civilised. Only the super uncouth would even do something like that!!
Crow ducks his head, briefly. But after hearing all the things that happen in other worlds, and witnessing the violence of Ryslig, it seems almost childish, the way they do things. But he wouldn't trade it for the world. Plenty of terrible things happened between Neo Domino and Satellite, but it only would've escalated so much more if violence factored into it. Perhaps they would've imploded. "We're just real lucky it's that way."
But the mention of the pool brings his attention to the water. He's long accustomed to the mer life, but...
"How're you coping with being a mer? You feeling icky and dry?"