"hmm, least I know what I have to live up to"
-you look over the other marksmen curiously, half tempted to try and offer advice on accuracy just out of habit, but instead just studying them for the moment-
-you look over the other marksmen curiously, half tempted to try and offer advice on accuracy just out of habit, but instead just studying them for the moment-
*closer observation shows that about half of the shots that end up missing are doing so because they are swerving the shots barely out of the way once it gets very close to the small moving target... practicing to look like he's missing something much smaller than himself... These Denizens must really have some agenda*
"good luck living up to that guy. you protect with/protect/exploit void. he's Total and absolute control over all of Void."
"good luck living up to that guy. you protect with/protect/exploit void. he's Total and absolute control over all of Void."
"what can I say...I like to aim high. Kinda reminds me of an old quote..."when setting your sights on a goal...aim for the moon, that way even if you miss, you'll still land among the stars""
-You nod over towards the denizen in the range-
"any idea who that one is, he's an interesting shot"
-You nod over towards the denizen in the range-
"any idea who that one is, he's an interesting shot"
*the Denizen laughs a little at the moon and stars quote*
"mmmh... I'm drawing up blanks. I don't know EVERYTHING after all. I'm sure if you were to politely ask him about it he'd talk."
"mmmh... I'm drawing up blanks. I don't know EVERYTHING after all. I'm sure if you were to politely ask him about it he'd talk."
"Not really my business, just a passing curiosity. Anyways isn't it bad if "your" shooting blanks father? Your the one who's part gun after all"
-You make your way over to one of the less occupied ranges, deploying your standard modified pistols that kentlr made you, back before the session even began-
-You make your way over to one of the less occupied ranges, deploying your standard modified pistols that kentlr made you, back before the session even began-
"Blanks have their uses. Bluffing can be a potent tool."
*several different sets of ear-protection can be found at the range. there is also a control panel that you can use to choose different target types, and you can turn damage on or off to leave marks on the targets*
*your sprite takes the place next to you, starting simple with just his hands at the ready*
*several different sets of ear-protection can be found at the range. there is also a control panel that you can use to choose different target types, and you can turn damage on or off to leave marks on the targets*
*your sprite takes the place next to you, starting simple with just his hands at the ready*
-Since you were both starting simple, you figure you'll start with simple targets as well. Simple wooden bullseyes....moving side to side....showing damage. Then stepping to the side you nod to your father to allow him to take first shot as a sign of respect-
*he nods back, taking aim, and firing after a brief moment, putting a neat hole in the center of the specially designed wooden targets. there is another setting for cheaper wood targets that break apart into piles of splinters when shot if you had wanted that*
-This was fine. Wracking up a new set, you step over and take your shot next. Mind quickly working out the optimum firing angle and taking the shot-
"nice shot." *nice shot. seems these targets didn't have any 'void' tricks to pull aside from the wide range of targets to choose from, this might as well be like any other range you've been to*
*your 'dad' sets up multiple rows of moving targets, and flips his hand back. taking aim with a slightly longer barrel... aiming... and...* *he fires, his shot going through 1 target, and then hitting another one behind it* *they're not bullseyes, but it was a success* "hehe."
*your 'dad' sets up multiple rows of moving targets, and flips his hand back. taking aim with a slightly longer barrel... aiming... and...* *he fires, his shot going through 1 target, and then hitting another one behind it* *they're not bullseyes, but it was a success* "hehe."
-smiling to your father, you move and take your place. This time, taking a knee, and carefully aiming down your sites. You left your fathers previous set of targets up instead of chainging them out for new ones...then...you wait. Not taking a shot yet...just breathing...and waiting.... breathing... aiming... waiting... control-
*a moment is coming... when targets from all 4 rows will be in a line... but does your gun have enough power behind it to travel through that much wood?*
-These guns were one of the most important things in the world to you. They had been custom made to match you and your natural and trained abilities...you maintained them daily...they were your lifeline out there in the field...the harsh truth that kept you alive all these years in your line of work..in your hands these guns had made you the best...in your hands...these guns could do that...and so much more-
-Time almost seems to slow to you as you drag in one final long breath...in....your senses sharpening, eyes taking in every detail of the targets together...waiting...and then...you fire. Your shot robin hooding your fathers, going through both the two holes he had already left in the targets...before then making it's way through the other targets beyond that...breath out.....-
-Time almost seems to slow to you as you drag in one final long breath...in....your senses sharpening, eyes taking in every detail of the targets together...waiting...and then...you fire. Your shot robin hooding your fathers, going through both the two holes he had already left in the targets...before then making it's way through the other targets beyond that...breath out.....-
*your father starts to clap for you, thoroughly impressed* *the big guy who was practicing how to barely miss gives you a brief applause as well*
"Son, we've just seen which of us is better here. Congratulations."
"Son, we've just seen which of us is better here. Congratulations."
-You smile a bit and nod your thanks to both, however while your shades his it well...you were also grimacing a bit. Concentration that intense took a lot out of you mentally, hence why you didn't tend to use it often...Using it for showing off like this, was a poor choice on your part. Still hopefully this would pass soon, usually it was not unlike a hangover and you just had to avoid the brighter lights and loud sounds (aside from gunshots, your body was far too used to those)-
... "Hey, uhh. Why don't we celebrate by going into the room with more subdued lighting and get you some fresh water."
"I'm...fine, it will pass shortly. Weakness is not often a luxury I can afford"
-You adjust your shades and right yourself again. Your mask of calm and calculated sliding into place again-
-You adjust your shades and right yourself again. Your mask of calm and calculated sliding into place again-
... *your sprite wonders if its possible to just, get you some water without leaving, and Av happens to be behind you*
"someone ordered some water? your Father cares for your health..."
"someone ordered some water? your Father cares for your health..."
-Not wanting to be impolite you nod your thanks and take the glass sipping it- "Shall we call it a day father or was there anything else you wished to do or discuss?"
*Av leaves a quiet as he had came*
"I'd say that now might be a good time to end off. We've got alot talked about, even if its all for naught out there."
"I'd say that now might be a good time to end off. We've got alot talked about, even if its all for naught out there."
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