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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 17:56:41 GMT -5
Daray held the rifle, looking at the targets, an unsure expression on her face. Des had just left, telling her that she could do it, that she could shoot again and get a perfect score like she used to... but Daray just couldn't bring herself to fire that rifle. She just looked at the target, remembering how much it had bothered her over the years, and just sort of stared at it, slowly sinking into her own thoughts, her own memories. The sad look in her eyes returned, and the rifle just stayed there in her hands. It was like she was stuck in that position, stuck in the thought...
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 17:59:23 GMT -5
"It's not difficult." Sarge told her, his magnetic rifle in his hands. "Just pull the trigger." He said, raising the rifle, the butt of it firmly against his shoulder. Peering through the scope, he fired, a blue magnetic bolt piecing the target firmly. He lowered the rifle, smiling at the accuracy of his shot.
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 18:07:57 GMT -5
Daray shook her head, waking up, and obviously startled. "Oh... Yeah, I know.. I just.." Daray sighed, putting the rifle over her shoulder. "I just think I need to be taught again," she said, "You know... to forget about the targets and more on the shooting."
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 18:10:27 GMT -5
"The best way to do it, is to imagine it's not a target, but someone you really dislike." Sarge told her, firing again. "As you can imagine, using that method, it ends up with me being down here a lot."
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 18:12:26 GMT -5
"I hope I'm not one of them," Daray chuckled, then looked at the rifle as if she'd never seen it before. "Wait a minute... why'd I get a rifle? I can't shoot rifles. I shoot pistols."
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 18:13:41 GMT -5
Sarge pulled out a silver-plated magnum, tossing it at Daray's feet. "Keep it, I never use it anyway." He told her, firing another bolt into the targets.
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 18:19:41 GMT -5
Daray caught the magnum, and dropped the rifle. She kicked the rifle away, and seemed to weigh it in her hands, seeing if it was comfortable, and aimed at the target. She closed both her eyes and fired, hitting the target, but still off the circle itself.
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 18:21:45 GMT -5
"If you have trouble holding it steady, support the barrel instead of the handle." Sarge told her. "Just be careful that the clip doesn't fall out."
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 18:28:12 GMT -5
Daray nodded, and a shot was fired form a rifle, somewhere in the shooting range. Daray looked around, blinking
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 18:29:26 GMT -5
Sarge fired off another shot, before lowering his rifle and looking around for the rifle that had fired the previous shot, and more importantly, it's owner.
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 18:44:34 GMT -5
A girl in a cloak stood there, tears in her eyes, a rifle aimed at Daray. "It was me you were thinking of killing, I know it!" The girl shoulded, glaring with her brown eyes, black hair hanging in her face. Rina glared at Daray. "You've always wanted to! I know it!"
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 18:46:22 GMT -5
Sarge pointed his magnetic rifle at Rina's rifle, and fired. It didn't hurt Rina, but it locked the rifle's mechanism in place, making it unable to fire.
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 18:51:04 GMT -5
Rina and Daray both noticed the rifle inbetween them, the one that Daray had been trying to use, and they both ran for it. Rina got it first, and aimed it. Daray was in mid-tackle when Rina fired, but Daray seemed to be fine, only being shot in the arm. The force did knock her back though.
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 19:59:20 GMT -5
Sarge rolled his eyes, shooting them both in the legs, the magnetic bolts temporarily paralysing their legs, before taking the rifle from them, tossing it to a safe distance. "Either of you mind telling me what this is all about?"
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 20:13:22 GMT -5
Rina glared at her sister. "She's been taking everything away! First our brother, now she's planning on killing off me too!"
"That's bullshit!" Daray shot back, then looked up to Sarge. "Sarge, you must first understand that out father is a very rich man. VERY rich."
"After she kills me off, she'll get everything!" Rina cried out, pointing at Daray.
"But I'm not planning to, Rina. You're just selfish," Daray said.
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 20:19:47 GMT -5
Sarge raised an eyebrow. "Now, I obviously don't have all the facts straight, but the last time I saw this sort of situation, the answer was a bit like this..." He looked at Rina. "You're not jealous she stole your idea, are you?"
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Post by ryu on Dec 21, 2005 20:24:13 GMT -5
Ryu had'nt noticed a thing thanks to all the noise his rifle made. It shot quite far, shooting with a energy blast sort of like a star trek compression rifle. He put his finger on a small, rectangular blue space, which scanned it and soon a second trigger flipped onto the rifle from an opening in it. He pressed it slowly, and a more consentraited energy beam came out of it, bright yellow in color, unlike the first trigger did, which was blue. The second it hit the target, it disintergrated, leaving not even the smallest trace left.
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 20:24:45 GMT -5
Daray blinked. "What idea?!"
Rina shook her head. "I just want to get her before she gets me!" Rina then, quickly summoned a pistol to her hand, and fired at Daray before she could defend herself. A small explosion of blood was really all that Rina could see as her sister fell back, unconsious and bleeding badly form the left eye.
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Post by GBird on Dec 21, 2005 20:26:55 GMT -5
Sarge pointed his rifle at Rina's spine. The electric bolt that ran up her back wouldn't have hurt her at all, but should've at least temporarily paralysed her. He walked over to Daray. "Eech... that's real nasty." He reached into his pocket, looking for a medical kit.
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Post by Desdemona on Dec 21, 2005 20:34:19 GMT -5
Rina eeped, and fell back, her head making a cracking sound as it hit the floor.
Daray began to come to, her body already twinging in pain.
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