The Range [Sunday around noon]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was going about her normal routine. That meant a run around the island followed by some time at the range. She would most certainly deny that anything had upset her, even if she was running through more ammunition that she usually would on any given day.

The rhythmic pounding of the shotgun against her shoulder was quite calming, really. And there was a certain pride to be taken in the consistently excellent groups she was shooting.

[Contents of the discussion with Dinah are NFB, the range is open and people are welcome to talk to Triela before Dinah shows up.]

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah had called and checked on where Triela was, then headed for the gun range. Finding out what exactly had happened during Triela's visit to the clinic seemed like a really good idea.

She waited for a pause in Triela's target shooting, then came over. "Hey. How are you doing?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela finished the last couple of rounds loaded into her weapon before lowering it and looking over at Dinah. "Pretty good, how about you?" She sounded calm, as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Triela could be fine, or she could be just covering up any upset. Dinah leaned against the divider wall, and folded her arms, watching her. "Ino gave me a call yesterday. She seemed pretty upset. And I'm confused, so... what happened? I wanted to go with you, when you went to the clinic."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela blinked, somewhat surprised. "You did?" She shook her head. "I thought it would just be a routine sort of thing. Go in, explain things, get it over with."

No muss, no fuss, no need for Dinah to tag along.

Things pretty clearly hadn't gone as planned.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah facepalmed, because she'd thought Triela would've told her first, because she had mentioned it but it'd been a while ago, because ... anyway. "Yeah, I did. Since it was such a deal for you, trying to push the limits on your conditioning. And I wanted to ask the doctor questions about advanced technologies that they could use to treat you."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Triela frowned slightly. "I hadn't thought of that." She'd spent so long knowing that the only place she could get treated was the Agency that it hadn't occurred to her to take into account how different Fandom was.

"Sorry."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It's okay. But I'm still wondering about that. I was hoping we'd talk to Dr. Jones, she's the one that treated me the time I got hurt. You're friends with Ino?" Dinah checked, wanting her facts straight. "Beyond just talking to her in classes sometimes?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I guess so," Triela nodded. The category of 'friend' still wasn't one she had too strong a grasp on. Even after all the time in Fandom. "We haven't talked very much recently, but we used to do a lot together."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"That'd do it. She didn't know about any of your medical stuff before this? At least, not the details?" The kinds of things that made Dinah sick to think of them, like the conditioning and brainwashing, and short life-span.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela frowned, thinking about that. "I don't know... It's not like I go out of my way to keep them a secret." But... "I don't know if it ever came up, though."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah resisted the urge to pound her head on something, seeing how the whole scene had played out in her head, and nodded. "Did she yell at you about it while you were in there?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Triela's voice tightened ever so slightly on that single word. "I'm still not sure why. I actually thought Ino would be one of the best people to understand..." After all, they did tend to understand each other, or at least agree, on a lot of things.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah rubbed her face with one hand, then dropped it. "She was upset because she can't do anything to help you. Which doesn't mean one of the other doctors can't," she added quickly. "Plus I'm guessing she was upset she didn't know before this. And, well. You know some people find the whole conditioning thing disturbing." To say the least, given the stream of profanity she'd treated Dinah to over the phone. "Did she say anything that sounded like she was mad at you, personally?" She hoped not.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda had never heard such a racket. This was what guns sounded like? For real? Yikes.

She retrieved her knife from the weapons locker and studied the target range. It looked pretty cool, like those cop movies they showed at the Rialto from time to time.

Stepping up to the line at the proper target, she drew back her hand, and let the blade fly. It struck dead center of the target.

"Still got it."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela glanced over. She did not seem impressed. "And now you're unarmed."

Someone was extra prickly today.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda pointed to the target. "And yet my enemy is dead. And it's not that hard to get it back."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"And if he's not alone?" Triela asked, eyebrow twitching upward.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Oh well then I'm in trouble." Leda admitted, smirking. "Unless I'm in a spot where magic works. Then they are."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Ah, magic." Triela nodded. "That can be pretty useful in my experience."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah. Fun too." Now if only her foster parents hadn't put that stupid geas on her.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"We don't have any back home, though, so it's not really an option." Besides, guns were so much more reliable.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

They were pretty much the opposite where Leda came from. "We don't really have guns back home. Well, I suppose a few people do, but technology's kinda unreliable in Bordertown."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"That's way too bad," Triela said, genuinely sympathetic. "Few things are as nice to have around as a a gun." Or two. Or three.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. That had rarely ever stopped her. "Could I...try one? Uh, try firing one?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Sure!" Triela grinned. She never minded helping someone get into guns.

"Anything in particular you want to try out?" She waved at a stack of weapons cases against the back wall. Triela never came to the range without most of her gear.