target practice

[eyeflames]

Who: Black Rock Shooter and You!
What: Target practice; possibly getting hit by projectiles, OOPS.
Where: Around Whitewood.
When: March 6th, Morning-Late Afternoon.

[ If you're within the vincity of Whitewood, someways off from the colony of fairies, or to what Black Rock Shooter can distinguish as distant, there a bunch of pillows tacked around on some dead trees. Every so often, there will be the sound of ballistic missiles, shooting past you and into a spray of feathers around the trunks. Then, there will be a small rest as Shooter waits for her cannon to reload, before the pillows are torn to shreds again. Beside her are small mounds of pillows that have yet to be wrecked, and a half filled bag of feathers that seems to have spilled over.

Judging by the splatter of blue bullets everywhere, she seems to be shooting for feathers as well. Chances are, if you're close, you've either gotten scratched by one of her bullets, or you're being covered in snow-like feathers. ]

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[fastcarsandfreedom]

[Mike is out exploring when he hears your missiles shoot past him--and barely dodges them in time. Curious, he heads towards the sound and gets covered in feathers in the process. He's more impressed than miffed, though, especially since this is hardly the weirdest thing he's ever seen.]

Hey, nice shot.

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[ The sound immediately causes her to angle her cannon towards the origin. The flame on her eye remains lit, indicating that she still considers him an enemy, or at least he's enough to warrant caution. The cannon is still lit at the end, light blue heating up as it remains centered on him.

She indicates for Mike to speak again, not understanding his compliment. ]

[fastcarsandfreedom]

[He freezes and slowly takes a step back, holding his arms up with the palms facing you. He gulps.]

--Whoa! It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you.

[Especially not when he's on this end of a cannon.]

I was just passing through. My name's Mike Chilton and I just came from Crystalden. Uh, I'm sorry if I was disturbing you. I can leave if you want?

[eyeflames]

I am ...Black Rock Shooter.

[ Slowly, she lowers her cannon and lets it dull down with a soft whirr, the blue going back to a dull black, meshing with the rest of the darkness. It seems she's decided you aren't an enemy, but she isn't doing much to really welcome him. It's when she notices the feathers settled around his shoulders that she decides to drag the bag of feathers over, plucking the feathers off him one by one and putting them in the bag. ]

[fastcarsandfreedom]

Black Rock Shooter, huh? Well, uh, it's nice to meet you.

[He briefly tenses up when she starts to pick the feathers off of him but relaxes when he realizes what she's doing. He can confidently say that he's never met anyone like her before and he makes a note to stay on her good side in the future.]

Uh, thanks?

[eyeflames]

I am supposed to say, "You're welcome" in situations like these.

[Like the rest of her speech, it sounds hollow and empty. She acknowledges that he hasn't made a weird comment on her name yet, and sort of maybe appreciates it. The feather collecting is going well, except he is kind of tall and she has to stand on tippy toes to pick them off. ]

[fastcarsandfreedom]

[He smiles when she says that, amused. He also bends down a bit to help.]

Most people do but you don't have to if you don't want to.

[He is a little thrown off by her speech habit but hides his surprise with a smile. He guesses that she's probably not used to people.]

[eyeflames]

[ Shooter will glance at him quizzically as she plucks the last feathers from his shoulders. There's still a few tiny tufts dangling about, but for the most part he's as clean as he was before he looked like he got hit by a million pillows. Once she's done packing it all away inside that sack of hers, she gives him a nod, but continue to stare at him.

What is he going to do now? ]

[fastcarsandfreedom]

[He lets out a nervous chuckle at her stare and rubs the back of his neck, sheepish and awkward.]

So, uh, how long have you been out here?

[eyeflames]

A couple of hours.

... Is it too hot?

[fastcarsandfreedom]

[Concern shows on his face in the dip of his frown.]

Not that I've noticed, but uh, wow, a couple of hours, huh? Maybe you should take a break. All this practicing won't do you any good if you pass out from exhaustion.

[eyeflames]

...Not tired.

There are longer fights at home. I will get 'rusty' if I don't practice.

[fastcarsandfreedom]

Yeah, I know how that feels, but you seemed to be doing pretty well. Besides, I think you already showed those pillows who's boss.

[irritating]

[ As a gunslinger who rarely has less than three firearms on her at all times somewhere, Apollo is immediately attracted to the sound of ballistic missiles. Ah, it is music to her ears! Really, there is nothing quite like the firing of cannon as far as she's concerned.

Soon she is close enough that when the next pillow explodes, the feathers are raining down on top of her head. She looks delighted. ] Well, look at you go!

[eyeflames]

[ Then it shouldn't be surprising when BRS anchors her cannon towards the redhead. Her sudden appearance is enough to put the otherself on guard. In return, she gives the woman a blank stare, not understanding the reason for her delight. ]

.... Who are you?

[irritating]

[ There isn't a trace of fear in the woman as she stares down the barrel of the cannon. Meeting the blank stare of the girl behind the weapon, she just smiles and nods her head in greeting. ]

Apollo! Master gunner! [ As if to prove her point, she whips a pistol from the holster on her hip, takes aim and shoots a couple of the feathers that are still floating in the sky above her. ] Mistress of fire, commander of projectiles, whatever the hell else you wanna call me!

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Apollo.... ?

[ Her voice is hollow, empty, even as she glances at the other woman. It takes her a couple of moments before the realization hits her to introduce herself. The shooter reciprocates what Apollo has done, shooting at feather herself. ]

Black Rock Shooter. Otherself.