Shooting Range, Thursday Afternoon

[bitchprince]

One of these days, he was going to get a gun.

Until then, Arthur's crossbow skills had to be kept up (they also had to be kept up afterwards, but that phrasing would've ruined his line of thinking) and it was as good a way as any to obscure any brooding over what had happened yesterday.

Because he wasn't. Brooding, that is.

Neither was he panicking.

He was just firing a great deal of crossbow bolts into a target meant mostly for another weapon entirely.

Arthur Pendragon did not have issues.

[[ open as a gun range is ]]

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[withoutverona]

Romeo wasn't panicking, either. It was just a little hard not to notice when someone outdid you at monster-killing when they had a wooden sword and you had a handgun. And, while he saw great value in the baton Reno had gotten for him, Romeo's first instinct would always be to go for a weapon that was better at a distance.

So: Shooting range. Clean harpy gook off of his pistol, nod a "Hello, Arthur," and then wait for him to take a break for a moment so Romeo could pass to a target beyond him. He hadn't seen a cross-bow in action from so close, so there was some fascination involved in the waiting.

[I may have a meeting any second, or I may not. The suspense burns! SPish, anyhow.]

[bitchprince]

Arthur locked on his target with concentration. He'd both heard Romeo's greeting and noted his arrival in the room, but avoidance-of-brooding required a certain level of dedication to one's actions. He locked on his target, and held it steady - steady - and pulled.

The bolt nearly deposited itself a scant quarter-inch away from bullseye. "Bugger," he muttered, and lowered the crossbow.

[[ *eats popcorn and waits with great fascination* ]]

[withoutverona]

"Close," Romeo commented neutrally as he crossed behind Arthur to set up his own target. "Have you been practicing long today?"

[bitchprince]

"Not quite long enough," was the simple, cut-and-dry answer. He didn't proceed on to the next bolt yet, choosing instead to tilt his head toward Romeo, to observe.

Guns remained shiny. "Where'd you get that?"

[withoutverona]

"This?" Romeo glanced at the weapon in his hands and tilted it so Arthur could see the handgun, remarkable only in the religious art decorating its side. "It's from home, it's been mine for ages. I have another older one from Paris but I don't practice with it as much."

[bitchprince]

"Ah." That wasn't completely what he'd been hoping for, but Arthur would press on regardless. "Any idea where I could get one?"

You didn't get to be a knight without some insane dedication to the art of weaponry, and while Arthur did just fine with what he already knew, learning a new weapon could only be of help in the long term.

[withoutverona]

"A few," Romeo said slowly, trying to be helpful. He'd normally say the mainland, but that wasn't an option without papers Arthur wouldn't have. "The weapons shop in town is famed for not selling much of anything to anyone, but you could try. Or someone could get one for you through their own connections. I could do that much."

[bitchprince]

His eyebrows raised. "You've got connections, then." Arthur wasn't really that surprised, truth be told. Royal houses always had their own, and whatever equivalent Romeo's home held... He chewed on his lip in thought.

He was threading on new ground here and he knew it. And because of that, no matter what, no guns would make it back to Camelot.

Although he'd have to think of something else if tanks entered the picture. Which, he was hoping they wouldn't.

[withoutverona]

Romeo shrugged, letting the gun drop to his side. "Not so many as I would have at home, but enough that I could get a gun shipped to me for a friend. If they thought on it at all, my family would only wonder why I haven't asked for another before now." Verona was a bit casual about such things.

"Have you fired one before?"

[bitchprince]

Another thoughtful chew, and then he shunted the idea aside for the moment. "I think I'll see about this gun shop that doesn't sell guns, first," he said, "If nothing else, it sounds like a fascinating experience."

One hurdle at a time. "I have," he said, "Hannibal made an almost passable attempt at acquainting me with them." Of course, Hannibal was also an idiot.

[withoutverona]

"Best of luck to you," Romeo said. "I've gotten bullets there, but I think that was only through luck. I don't understand the business model, but I'm not meant to."

He managed not to roll his eyes at the mention of Hannibal. It wasn't like he was even still angry at Hannibal, it just brought up an uncomfortable situation. "You would be welcome to work with my spare, if you show me the crossbow."

[bitchprince]

"That would be most kind," he said, easily enough. The crossbow had no bolt in it, yet, and he levelled it with ease. "It's not quite as fast as your guns," Arthur allowed, "But with great enough skill," and clearly, Arthur had such skill, "it's a lethal force all in itself." Beat. "Without it, it'll still blow your kneecap off."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean headed down to the range intent on giving his guns a thorough cleaning after yesterday's excitement and hey, maybe get some target practice in while he was there.

He nodded at the guy with the crossbow as he pulled his small armory out of his locker.

[bitchprince]

Was it Priestly again?

The whole thing about the mohawk had been more confusing than Arthur was willing to admit. "You wouldn't be Priestly's twin, then, would you?" he asked, still idly messing with his crossbow. Hadn't even looked, really.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Actually since I've been here way longer, I think it's more like Priestly is my double," Dean said. "Well, one of them anyway."

[bitchprince]

Poor sod.

"One of them?"

Peace made with Priestly or not, he still found himself firmly in the 'idiot' category in Arthur's mind. (Several of Arthur's friends were in this category, so it didn't actually say much in itself beyond the level of disdain involved)

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded as he started taking one of his guns apart to clean. "Yeah, my best friend looks like me too. He's not at school anymore though." He smirked. "Apparently my face is just too handsome for fate to limit it to just one."

[bitchprince]

"Clearly," Arthur said, dryly, and set up his crossbow again for the next shot.

Sure, Dean wasn't exactly ugly, but the whole Priestly thing was turning out to be a little hard to get past.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'm Dean Winchester, by the way," Dean said. "Don't think we got around to introductions during the harpy target practice."

[bitchprince]

"Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot," he introduced himself, formally. Arthur had long lost all hope that anyone might actually address him properly on that count, but he was still allowed some expectant annoyance under the surface. "Pleasure to meet you."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Prince, huh?" Dean asked, lifting his eyebrows. "My step-mom's the principal of the school, I guess that's kinda the same thing around here."

[bitchprince]

"You're related to Lady Zoe?" Arthur asked, with a lifted eyebrow of his own. "I'm sure it must be."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Like I said, she's my step-mom," Dean said. "Married my Dad last summer. She's a pretty awesome lady."

[bitchprince]

And this would be Arthur's 'weathering small talk from boring people in positions of power' face. It looked a lot like his 'I'm very interested, do continue' expression.

"She would have to be, to manage the school as well as she does," he agreed, "And all its oddities."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack had done a decent job yesterday against the harpies with just the slingshot, but he could be better at it. Armed with his slingshot and some ball bearings, he took aim and did his best against the paper target.