The Range [Early Monday afternoon]

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Triela had been thinking quite a bit about her last session on the range with Karla. Those shields had been very impressive, and while she didn't think of the other girl as a direct threat there was always a little voice at the back of her mind whispering that she had to know how to take down anyone she encountered.

And she thought she had a solution.

The gun case in front of her was in the sort of pristine condition that suggested it didn't get used very often, but the weapon she pulled out had still been very carefully cared for. It wasn't the sort of thing she'd choose for most missions. Too unwieldy and too little ammunition, but for the very specialized situation of the shields Karla had demonstrated this should do nicely.

Triel didn't normally bother with ear protection despite how often she insisted on it when others were on the range, but today she was wearing it. Which was a good choice, she decided, because the sound of two ten gauge rounds firing virtually simultaneously would have hurt even her ears.

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"You're right." Triela's voice held a hint of approval that Karla had recognized that before she lost any semblance of control.

"And six out of eight is respectable considering how new you are to all of this."

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"Well I am a Healer," Karla reminded Triela. "And I'd be a pretty poor one if I couldn't recognize the signals my body was sending me."

She did, however, preen a little at Triela's praise. She liked being approved of. "I do have an excellent teacher, after all."

"So, lunch?" Karla asked. "Any requests so I can post it?"

[By the way, feel free to mod how much Karla picks up during these sessions. I don't know what's normal, so I don't want her zipping ahead, learning everything in Mary-Sue time.]

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"Recognizing those signals and listening to them are two different things." Triela pointed out a bit sadly. She was thinking of Angelica.

"Anything's fine as long as it isn't sugary." Triela grinned. "I don't have much of a sweet tooth." That was Henrietta.

[Hehe. I'll keep an eye out. In fact I'll toss you an email later and we'll figure some sort of timeline out.]

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"Umm..." Karla pondered some of the restaurant options in town. "Lobster Hut?" she offered. "Seafood is one of the few food choices I recognize. Or we could go somewhere else and you can laugh at me while I poke at my food and try to figure out what stuff is."

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"Seafood is fine," Triela chuckled. "But be warned, I might laugh at you anyway."

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Karla gave a long-suffering sigh. "Such is my burden and lot in life," she said. "But if you're amused, who am I to complain?"


[Making post. May I mod Triela for minor things like walking, sitting, etc? I promise I won't have Triela give Karla all of her guns or anything...]

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Triela nodded in mock approval. "That is precisely the right attitude to have." She held out her hand for the pistol so she could put it away. Never pass up a chance to see if Karla was remembering her lessons.

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Karla double-checked to make sure that the chamber was empty and the safety was on. She carefully handed it over, making sure it never pointed at either of them.

Once the range was tidied to Triela's satisfaction (which were, presumably, stricter than Karla's), "To the Lobster Hut?" Karla suggested. Her stomach growled in agreement.

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"Lead on," Triela giggled. "Before you faint from hunger."

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"You do that once and you never hear the end of it..." Karla grumbled cheerfully as they left for the restaurant.

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[And go for it. I trust you! ... For now! (Dun dun DUN!)]