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"And then, after you're hittin' the cans on a regular basis, we'll go see Christof!" Roch said, grinning just as widely as the Bandit was. "I bet he'd LOVE to put together some kinda target launcher, y'know? Then we'll kick up the speed. Soon you'll be the fastest draw in all of Halloween! And with a fast draw, you'll have a fast hand."

So... this probably wasn't how a ghoul would try to solve the emotional damage done to the reaper. In fact, it was probably the LEAST touchy feely approach ever made. But... hey, the Bandit looked honestly happy, and an afternoon drinking pop and shootin' cans seemed like an awesome way to keep Roch's mind off of problems as well!

"We should weight the guns so they feel somethin' like your summons. Maybe we should pick up some ball bearings, while we're out," Roch said. "Hell, those wouldn't be bad to keep in your pocket, while we're at it."

"Kinda hard to do more than glare when your mouth's shut," Roch said very logically--in a Roch logic sort of way.

"I think we should get you a BB gun," he said abruptly. "That should have a bit of weight to it, and we can use the ball bearings for the ammo. Also," he said, "I'll teach you a few dirty tricks with those, too. And why shouldn't I be serious?" he asked, grinning. "Let's do this up right! It's the basis for your FEAR training, right? Hey, you get assigned a mentor yet?"

He headed down the hall, going towards the exit. They had a bit of a walk ahead of them to get to the maul.

"Hell, everyone wants Riley," Roch said. "I don't know who I want, but I figure any sort of help is better than nothing--unless it's someone that doesn't know jack about FEAR. Or is a ghost." He made a face at the very idea. "But hey, were there any reaper knobs in the class?"

Were there any reaper knobs at all? He frowned slightly. "I mean, Riley would be awesome, but don't you think a reaper would be the best person to learn from?" They had reached the massive front doors of the dorm by this point and headed down the steps to the path that would lead off campus.

"Yeah," Roch said with a shrug. "But hey, we'll do what we can and hope that we don't kill ourselves in the meantime." He was silent for a bit, just walking easily, then he said. "I tried practicing."

"Not on the bush! On my guitar," Roch said. "I spent a jackload of seeds, hopin' the room was really sound proof, you know, at the karaoke place. And the jackin' thing made me sicker than a dog a good dozen times. But if I use earplugs it'd be pathetic and I'd probably screw it up, too."

He was frustrated by his FEAR, and it showed on his face. "I can't just practice anywhere, y'know? Sound carries. Even if people THINK they haven't heard it, they probably have."

"It's a pain in the a**," Roch said irritably. "I'm thinkin' each chord will be able to do something else, but all I know is one of them, and all it does is make people sick to their stomachs. The only good thing I got goin' for me is that I already know all the chords by heart. This is like... tryin' to learn an entirely new instrument on top of playin' the old one all at the same time."

He snorted, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets, his shoulders slumping with frustration. But he cheered up at the sight of the maul in the distance. "Maybe we should get two six packs! And I want a bb gun, too," he decided. "but you might need to do the buyin', me and Danny... ah... well... caused a bit of trouble last time we went."

"Mmmm, which time?" Roch asked, looking as if he'd start counting the various trouble he'd gotten into recently. "Oh, you mean the toy store? Well I was shoppin' for pants--Danny keeps catching mine on fire--and she saw me and said we'd go somewhere else for pants. Then she got distracted by the toy store. We wound up riding skateboards through the store, bein' chased by all the workers."

He frowned, thoughtfully. "But no one's called me in to lecture me, so we mighta gotten away with it! She did pay for all the stuff we took, probably too much. Those demons and their heavy cash, man..." he shook his head.

"Oh, but I couldn't go in with you even if I wanted to. I gotta pick up some seeds to even pay for the jackin' thing."