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Shooting Range, Monday Evening

After a lovely ~~if handwaved~~ dinner, Yurika and Romeo arrived at the second part of their date: shooting things.

Yurika sat down to take out her Walther, cleaning and inspecting the gun carefully. "Slap the rules sign on the door?" she asked, looking up with a smile. "I doubt anyone will just wander in, but I guess it's better to be safe than sorry."

[OOC: Yurika's here with the ~~omgmodded!~~ boyfriend, but open range is open.]

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"We're practicing how to use firearms right, without the crutch of the safety gear," Yurika announced with a giggle. "It's a worthy goal."

"Besides, life's no fun without a little risk."

"On that we agree," he answered, and trotted over to post the sign.

"I think the island was kinder to me this weekend than it's been the last several times anything like this happened," he commented, because it had been on his mind. "No ghosts of Juliet."

"Hai, no ghosts," she agreed with no small amount of relief. "I'm just glad no one from home tried to call me this weekend; my personality change would be a bit hard to explain."

Her father would have been thrilled to have a perfect daughter, but Yurika did her best to stamp down on the resentment. Tomoyo had been a sweet girl, and it wasn't her fault Yurika had Issues.

"As would that you sounded 10," Romeo pointed out. "If my family called, I would have been mocked and asked if I were ashamed of my accent to drop it so, and Luke would have just been yet more horribly confused. But he was a good fellow; I hope he's well and at home, if he's real."

"We called your father the last time we were both little, and managed to pass it off as being asleep," she pointed out, checking over her ammo carefully.

It was the little things that made her happy, sometimes.

"But I hope she found her Sakura, and your Luke found his home too," Yurika said. "That crush she has on the girl is the cutest thing ever."

"It's a crush?" Romeo asked, a laugh in his voice. "How adorable."

And then he carefully steeped to the mark on the floor, took aim, and fired. The bullet pierced the target just a heartbeat from the bullseye.

"One hundred percent complete adoration," she giggled, stepping up to her own lane. "Nice shooting, aijin."

Yurika took a deep breath, lined up her shot, and fired. She made a face as she peered at the target. "Is that the seven? Seriously? I need to practice more."

"Seven's not bad," Romeo said, to make her feel better. "How good do you want to be?"

Yurika flashed him an impish grin. "I want to be the best," she stated, as if it should be obvious. "Why would I want to be anything else?"

"Why want to be anything?" Romeo queried. "Why not do it for the love of it?"

"That's part of it," Yurika admitted. "That doesn't mean I can't do a good job while I'm at it."

"I think you're good at everything you try," Romeo said, with a grin that showed how much he worshipped her.

It was probably going to get his heart broken someday.

It probably was.

Yurika clicked the safety on her gun, carefully laying it down so she could blow him a kiss.

"I think your flattery is going to get me into your bed tonight," she teased. "But in the meantime, come over here for a moment and help me with my stance? Then I'll let you get back to your own shooting, I promise."

Romeo clicked his own safety and laid his Sword carefully in its case. "What help could you need?" he asked lightly, going to stand behind her with his fingers just brushing her waist.

"You tell me," she answered, bring her empty hands up as if she was going to fire. "I feel like I should be getting closer, but I only ever hit in the seven or eight ring. Nine, if I'm really lucky."

"You're a better shot than I am, I was hoping you could see what I'm doing wrong." Yurika grinned and turned her head just enough to look at him. "I can't exactly step outside myself and be objective."

"You know I learned to shoot as a child," Romeo cautioned, and stepped back. "Take another shot. I'm watching now."

"I know, and I'd rather have private lessons from you than Triela-san," she said, giving him a grateful smile before picking up her gun and taking aim again. "I like her, and she's very good, but I trust your advice more."

Yurika didn't need shotguns or rocket-launchers, and she preferred quiet time with Romeo. To her, it seemed like a perfect combination.

She squeezed off three quick rounds, hitting solidly on the eight ring in a close cluster, to the left of the bullseye. "Ahhh! Better! Kinda."

"Triela doesn't care if she kills," Romeo said quietly, because that was all he could say about Triela, then watched.

"You slant left," he informed her. "Move your arm closer in and shift your weight, so." He put his hands on her, trying to tug her into position.

The safety was on, again, and Yurika let herself be poked and prodded into position until he seemed happy.

"Well, I don't want to kill anyone," she stated firmly. "Especially not by accident. We'll be using non-leathal orbo bullets at work, but I'll still carry my own gun, too. The better aim I have, the better chance I can shoot to wound and not make a mistake."

"Aim at the knee, if you're shooting to wound," Romeo advised. "Shoulder can come too close to the lung or heart, and people die from stomach wounds."

He frowned a little at what she'd said. "Would you expect to need to shoot that often?"

He might have still been having a few problems processing what she'd be doing.

Edited 2009-02-10 13:36 (UTC)

"Yes, but the orbo bullets break on contact. They're really just a delivery method for getting the orbo on to the skin and into the bloodstream," Dōjima answered. "Maybe an orbo overdose could kill, but I have no idea."

"I'll be carrying my Walther when I'm off-duty at the STN-J because I'm not stupid, but I'm not planning on needing to use it."

Not any time soon, anyway. If it came to the point she was to take Zaizen into custody, she'd shoot first and ask questions later.

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