The Range [Early Tuesday afternoon]

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Really, the idea of a shooting range struck Proto as... kind of amusing. They didn't really do dedicated spaces to practice shooting things, or really practice shooting targets which just sat around, back in Bahamut.

Still, Proto knew that if he didn't keep in practice he'd lose his edge. Well, more than living in a place where you could sleep through the night without worrying about getting killed in a Red ambush...

Well, that and any excuse to spend time with his girl wasn't something he could really pass up, now was it?

[Expecting one, but open as a range is.]

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"We're sure we can't go hunting those strange blue deer?" his girl was asking, as she checked over her twin Samsonovs. "At least they move."

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Proto considered that. "Well... We'd probably get in trouble." Somehow he doubted that'd be a deterrent for her.

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

Makita just stuck her tongue out at him before going back to carefully counting out her remaining protocol clips. "I'm going to have to get one of their firearms for the girl gun club," she sighed. "I can't keep firing these if I don't know when we'll get more."

She looked up at him, a wry smile on her face. "I never thought I'd be whining about being low on ammo and having no supply kasters, in a place where there's no Reds."

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"I know," Proto laughed. He had been thinking the exact same thing, in fact. "It's weird to be somewhere where you're not picking up ammo from all the guys you kill every day. No one to shoot means no one to steal from."

"At least the company's still good."

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Makita tsked and bopped his nose. "Naughty Proto," she replied. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

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"Is it flattery if it's true?" he asked in that same flattering tone.

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"Yes." Makita wandered over to look at their target options. "Want to try and play a game? Shoot every-other ring or something like that?"

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"Gotta do something to make interesting," Proto nodded. "Alternate down the line? You take one, I take the next?"

He smirked. "Race you to the end?"

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"Deal, but gimmie a sec," she answered, scampering over to slap up the rules on their side of the door, and a 'Live Fire' sign on the outside before rejoining him. "Don't wanna give the civilians a heart attack!"

Or get her butt kicked by Algren, Elena, or Triela.

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Proto shook his head in amusement. "Good call. I keep being surprised that there are any... you know, civilians." He checked his weapon again and glanced at the door. "It's like having the little kids around, sometimes."

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"They aren't little kids," Makita retorted. "Some of 'em are naive, sure, but they aren't kids. Too damn weird, all of 'em. Have you met Jono?"

Her 'big sibling,' the walking blast-furnace. Who made pop tarts for her.

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"Not yet, but... well, have you met Kurt?" Proto liked his roommate, but the guy was weird.

"But, yeah, you're right. Not kids... just... I don't know." He didn't want to say 'softer' because for some of them it just wasn't true.

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"Different?" she offered. "I don't think I've met Kurt. Not outside class, anyway, he's in the one on people sucking with me."

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"And the classes... What are the Elders hoping we'll learn here?" Proto grinned, "Though at least if I've got to be here I've got good company. And before you use that flattery line again, not just you." Though... a lot her.

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"Our magic class is sort-of useful," Makita pointed out. "We can take some of the concepts back, see if the Priestess can come up with anything similar."

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"True. And I suppose I have to admit that the downtime is nice." Even if it was oddly disconcerting to sleep through the night. "And there are some interesting things to think about from my history class. Even if the weapons are all wrong."

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"I think the weapons are kind-of neat. Like antiques, you know? Stuff from before the Revolution, even," Makita enthused. "I'm not giving up my Samsonovs for anything, and I still want to learn how to use an infantry hook--" Don't think about Papa, Makita. Just don't. "--but we should see if we can send your books to Nokgorka, when you're done with them. The ideas for unconventional weaponry alone would be worth it."

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"Now there's an idea," Proto nodded thoughtfully. "If nothing else, it'd be nice to have some new reading material." No matter what it was.

He glanced out at the targets. "Ready to get outshot?" he asked. Even though he knew that at this range Makita was better than him.

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"Think you can hit something that isn't a giant krawl, when you're not using a rocket launcher?" she taunted, drawing her weapons. "Call it, hot shot."

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"You're gonna eat those words."

Proto raised his weapon and took aim. "I've got even numbered targets starting from the left. Go." He even waited to shoot until after he said to go.

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Makita smoothly brought her weapons up, zeroing in on the targets effortlessly. "I wonder what I get when I win," she mused, not even blinking as she fired.

One, three, five, seven...

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Proto was only half-watching his targets because Makita was a joy to watch in action. Of course that didn't stop him from hitting each one in order. "Hmm... I was just wondering what I should demand for my victory."

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"Too bad it's a moot point!" Makita informed him cheerfully, not taking her eyes off each shot she made. "Victory will be mine!"

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Proto was only one target behind her, with only a few to go, so he turned his full attention to his shooting. "Says you," he taunted playfully as he picked up the pace.

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

She only paused long enough to blow imaginary smoke from her gun before nailing her last two targets almost at the same time.

"Game, set, and match, old man."

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Proto laughed and bent over dramatically grasping at his back. "Oh, the wisdom of age roundly defeated by the energy of youth."

He sighed. "Well, fair's fair. Name your prize."