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 Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 7:30 am
 Agent Montana paced restlessly back and forth in front of the row of targets and the racks of various firearms. Of all the freelancers, Monty had the worst aim. It had been commented that she could aim at the enemy and still manage to hit herself in the a**. That was why she was here: she had managed to find someone who could teach her how to shoot properly.
Was she nervous? Of course she was! She had been shot a few times too often--some, she was willing to admit, had, indeed, been from her own weapon--to look forward to it. She also was not looking forward to being teased or persecuted by someone who could shoot better than she could. Well...if he gives me a rash, I'll just stab him. It wasn't as if she had to be expected to leave her energy sword behind, was it?
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 6:27 pm
A laugh escaped the furry, black lips of Indi. Through the fuschia helmet he was wearing, it sounded muffled, but very clear that he was enjoying himself. He had been called upon to try and teach this... thing how to shoot. Well, shoot wasn't the right word, or even phrase, for what he was about to do. Maybe... teach her how not to shoot herself? Yeah, that was much better. Indi snortedm he was laughing so hard. This girl was the laughing stock of, well, everywhere.
It had been said that she could be aiming for the enemy, and yet still shoot herself in the... erm... buttox. Of course, Indi believed every bit of this. As he stepped forward to meet his trainee, he studied her. She looked like one of those airhead-types, but he knew not to mess with her. She may try to kill herself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 6:46 pm
At the sound of smothered laughter, Monty whirled around, drawing her energy sword as she did. Some tweaking and careful messing about had changed the color of the blade from blue and purple to an angry bloodred and orange. It also no longer made sound. "All right, let's get this settled straight from the start," she snapped. "I don't like getting laughed at than you, I'm sure, enjoy getting stabbed. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't make fun of my incompetence and I think you'd appreciate not being gutted like a fish."
Monty didn't want to have to hurt him. But she was embarrassed enough that she had had the finest training in all the world and still had to have to be privately taught how to operate a gun. She sighed. "Let's just get this over with," she sighed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:55 pm
Indi widened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at her quick reaction. He almost burst out laughing, yet again, but reminded himself of an important fact. Just because she sucked with a gun, didn't mean she was as horrible with an energy sword.
Indi grimaced as he stepped forward, though he knew she couldn't see it behind his fucshia helmet. "Yes, let's," he said, slight satisfaction in his voice. It was good to know that he was needed.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 3:58 pm
Monty "sheathed" her sword, letting it rest on her thigh. "Thanks," she muttered. As much as he had irritated her, she didn't want to have to kill him. She walked over the racks of guns on the wall, willing herself not to cringe mentally at them. It would be hard enough if she feared them. Good thing I left Pi behind. I would never hear the end of this, and she's too...good with guns for my liking. Or rather, my ego. "So...what'll we start with?" she asked, hoping that he would not hear the nervousness in her voice. Something inside her wanted him to think well of her. No chance of that; he already knows that I have no confidence and that I can't use any fire arm ever invented.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 5:08 pm
Indi smiled slightly, trying to to shrink away when she reached for one of the guns that sat on the shelves. 'Stop that,' he tried to pep himself. 'She wouldn't be able to hit you if she tried.' Indi grinned wider at the thought. It reassured him a bit.
Taking a deep breath, Indi stopped grinning. This was serious noodles. He needed to focus. "Erm..." Indi faltered; something he normally wouldn't do. Was he still fearing for his life, or was it something else? "There wouldn't be any chance that I could... see to in action, would there? I mean, I've heard, but... I'd like to measure how far back we need to move." He grimaced, thinking of all the possible reactions Agent Montana could have to a question like that.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 5:34 pm
Monty nodded. "All right," she agreed. She selected a pistol and took aim.
Her own aim, that is. The bullet went forward, but that was the end of what it was supposed to do. It hit the bales of hay standing behind the targets. Monty hissed, feeling a blush come over. She hadn't blushed in ages--probably because it had been a long time since a relative stranger was watching her shoot. "Lemme try again," she said quickly. Monty didn't realize that she was trying to impress him; she just tried again. And again. Pathetic, she said to herself when the pistol was empty.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 4:16 pm
It took nearly all of Indi's will power to keep a straight face as Monty shot, again and again, missing the target all the while. It also took a lot not to flinch away from her, what with fearing his life and all.
Indi nearly cracked on Monty's last shot - she'd gone through a whole round of shots without hitting anywhere near the target. '<********. This girl needs some serious help. I'm not much of a teacher... this'll be interesting. I just hope that she keeps those shots to herself.' Indi turned to Monty, who's face was burning by now, and cracked a small smile. "Obviously, we need to go all the way back to the beginning. The basics." He sighed, not knowing where to start.
He trotted over closer to her, and tried to adjust the way she was holding the gun. "See, you've got to hold it like this..." he said, his paws sweeping quickly over hers, as well as the pistol she held. He adjusted the weapon quickly, making it a degree or two straighter. He then stood back and looked at her, his brows furrowing. What else was she doing wrong?
"Now try."
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 5:38 pm
At first, Monty bristled indignantly. As a member of Project Freelancer, she had had the best training in the country in the use of weapons--especially guns. How could her grip be wrong?!
Luckily, common sense took over. He was supposed to be very good--surely he knew enough to have gained his reputation. She decided to listen to him. Maybe he's right--I didn't pay much attention after we were taught, and no one bothered to correct me later.
Indi's paws felt warm on Monty's own. She allowed her position to be changed, reloaded, and tried again. She grinned as she hit the outer ring. "Wow," she whispered. "Thanks!" She turned to smile happily at her "tutor." "I don't think I've done that well in a very long time!"
A sudden question popped in her head. "Where are you from, Indi?" she asked. "How did you learn all this, I mean?"
((OoC: What does Indi look like under the helmet?))
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 5:55 pm
A smile grew on Indi's face as Monty hit the outer edge of the target - without killing herself. Certainly, this was a great achievement for her. At least, from what he'd heard and seen so far. It was as if she was a whole new Noodle now, compared to only minutes ago.
"See? Now, maybe your aim is a bit off... or maybe that gun doesn't like you, that could be why you only hit the outer edge." His smile glinted in a teasing sort of way as he grabbed his own gun and aimed, quickly sticking a bullet in the center of the target. His pearly white teeth flashed. He was good.
Indi smiled again, this time chuckling a bit. "Indiana, of course. That's how I got my nickname, like most here. My real name is Nick. I learned most of what I know from my father, before her... erm... Some is just natural born talent." He grinned, hoping he had successfully avoided the talk about his father's untimely death.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 6:10 pm
Monty nodded, taking in his crystal-blue eyes and the way he smoothly hit the target in the exact center. "Nice shot! Maybe it doesn't like me...or maybe I just need to learn how to aim properly. It'll take some practice, I don't spend a lot of time with a gun in one hand." She took a few more shots, getting closer in the center.
She noticed how he skittered away from the topic of his father. Monty's past hadn't been so antiseptic that she didn't know what that meant. Something had happened that he didn't want to talk about. I respect that. I wouldn't want him to go ask about my brother...I wonder if it hurts him like Tam hurts me? "My grandad was in the army, and my dad, too. They were so...proud of me when I went into the military. Tam--my brother--too, but...they weren't pleased when he joined Red Army. They were hoping he'd join the regular army. He was a rebel like that."
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 6:40 pm
He nodded, grinning from ear to furry ear. "Thanks, and... yeah. Practice may do you some good." Indi laughed playfully, knowing that it was probably true. "Good job!"
"Ah, interesting. Yeah, my father.... he was still in the army when I joined, but then... Well, I get moved here and there. He was proud when I joined, following in his footsteps. I really don't - er, didn't - have any other family to lean to, so I don't know much about the others." He laughed lightheartedly at her comment on her brother being a rebel. Indi was a rebel, too, but not in that way
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 9:44 pm
Monty smiled. "Thanks!" She took some shots, trying to imagine the gun as a part of her arm, like she did with her swords. It worked, and her aim was definitely improving.
That probably meant the end of the lesson, but for some reason, Monty felt rather...attached to Indi. I think he and I are more similar than we know. "I think this is cause for celebration. Want to go to a bar, or a restaurant, or something?" she asked.
She nodded, a touch sadly. "I've...lost touch with my family. All I've got now is my AI, Pi...but you must stop me if I start talking too much about my brother. He...died. Several years ago." She closed her eyes and turned away, feeling the burn in her face and her eyes. Once she could trust herself to open them again, she fired a shot. It hit the second ring from the center.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 5:13 pm
Indi grinned, wider than he had ever before in his life, probably. When Monty has hit the inner rings of the circle - wow. Being a teacher feels great! He thought, a cheery tone to his thoughts.
"Alcohol and guns in the same day? Sounds great! A bar would be nice," he commented, his smile growing wider by the second. But then, as she started to touch on the subject of death and lonliness, his smile started to fade, slowly but surely.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." he reached out his paw to touch her in a comforting-sort-of-way, but then realized it might make things awkward, and immediately snatched it back. My father died when I was a young teen, forcing me to continue on in my footsteps. My mother, I never knew, as she apparently died birthing me, and I.... I had no other siblings, and we never really kept in touch with any other family member; It's still a mystery whether or not any of them are still alive." Indi held his head down as if in memorial for his lost father, then brought it back up to take a peek at Monty. She looked close to tears. As she started to fire shots, he realized that it may be time for a happier subject.
"Er... so, the bar...?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 6:06 pm
Monty nodded, grateful for his suggestion. He looked almost as sad as she felt inside. I wonder what happened to his father? "The bar sounds great. I know a good one."
It still hurt. Even under the flushed gold of today's victory, Monty's heart ached with loss and guilt. "My parents are still alive, I think," she added. "Dad's a captain and Mom used to be a pilot, but her service ended before I was born. My brother was...the biggest tragedy in our family. Well, besides me." She smiled, hiding her sorrow away. "They think I'm dead. That's all for the best."
She cleaned the pistol as she had been taught and put it away before making her way to her Mongoose. "By the way, Indi...thanks for teaching me. I really appreciate it."
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