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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 15, 2017 4:21:21 GMT -5
(Hey thorn! It's okay, I've been busy too)
Elodia smiled as he missed the target and chuckled about it being more difficult than it looked. Elodia remembered feeling exactly the same way when she first started. And now she was well known for being a good shot.
"It's okay," Elodia responded "you can't expect to have it perfect the first time. Here, you want to do it like this"
She corrected his stance a little and gave little snippets of advice as she did, adjusting his hold on the gun and talking about how to get the most accurate shots.
Before she let him fire again she raised her own weapon. The gun felt familiar to her, as natural as if it were a part of her body. Once she was in position, making sure to point out things about her stance that helped her fire accurately, she squeezed the trigger and watched as she hit the centre of her target. All of her practice had been paying off.
"See?" Elodia said "That's how it's done. With a weapon as powerful as a gun, the smallest adjustments make a huge difference. Now you try again, and see how much better you are"
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Post by thornshade on Jul 16, 2017 18:30:50 GMT -5
Quinn could feel the sympathy rolling of Elodia in waves as she let out a little chuckle. He guessed this was normal; that made him feel better, at least. He listened attentively as she gave him some pointers, feeling her hands atop his own as she adjusted his stance. It seemed he wasn't far off from being a better shot.
He watched the way she held her own gun, then, when it was her turn to fire. The gun seemed like it belonged there in her grip, like it was simply an extension of her body, not a weapon she had worked tirelessly to make herself more adapt with. He admired her dedication; he hoped he would be just as accomplished as she was by the time he was done here.
He nodded his head at her words, then took a moment to correct his stance before firing once more. The shot rang out clearly as it hit the target, much closer to the little black dot at the center than mere moments before.
"Well, how about that?" he smirked, glancing back at Elodia. "You must be a good teacher," he chuckled.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jul 17, 2017 11:34:49 GMT -5
Elodia smiled at his compliment "Well, thanks, but it's only because you're naturally a good shot. I mean, I can't teach someone that quickly unless they have a certain amount of talent already."
The compliments were causing spots of warmth to appear on her cheeks, and so she turned away to hide her blush and continued to practice with her gun for a while, experimenting with different guns so as to get the feel for different weapons. She encouraged Quinn to do the same, though, so that he could still make progress on the shooting range.
(sorry for length, on mobile)
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Post by thornshade on Aug 2, 2017 11:28:24 GMT -5
Quinn wondered why he'd stuck to knives and one-on-one combat when he could have had one of these guns to help him at night with Mikey. He knew his aim wasn't poor - he threw knives well enough - but he was shocked himself that his aim was so spot-on. He liked that he'd made Elodia blush - he caught a glimpse of her glowing cheeks as she tried to turn away and hide it from him. It filled him with a certain kind of warmth himself - one he knew he shouldn't be pursuing. This needed to end, he was sure, because he had a knack for trouble and often people like Elodia fueled it. She wasn't something to be won, no. She was something - someone - to be appreciated.
He cleared his head from the dizzying thoughts and tried to focus in on perfecting his aim on this weapon before trying another. After he'd made four almost-spot on shots (after almost a half-hour of aiming) he moved onto the next type of gun and so forth. He decided that he liked the kickback of one more than the other, while preferring the trigger of another, until he'd settled on his favorite - a small, double-barreled shotgun that was jet-black with a tiny metallic trigger that his thumb wrapped around effortlessly.
He had a growing headache by the time he'd shot a few rounds through with his favorite, till he and Elodia were the two remaining agents in the range. He turned to her, a small, crooked smile on his face. "Not half-bad, huh?" he said, referring to his newly discovered skill and the bullet-blasted targets he'd destroyed.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Aug 2, 2017 15:16:10 GMT -5
Elodia, too, had moved from gun to gun. She had her favourites, being a pistol girl herself, but she had to be proficient in all weapons. Never know what gun you might find yourself using in the field.
She had fired very accurately - she'd gotten her reputation as the best shooter in the agency for good reason - though occasionally she could be heard cursing herself under her breath and adjusting her aim or her stance if she wasn't happy with her shot.
She was sure Quinn had caught her blush, but not matter. She'd also caught how flustered he had looked when he saw her in her workout gear. Yes, this was a slippery slope and she shouldn't be even thinking about getting into anything with Quinn, but she had to admit it was pleasant to feel like this and she did enjoy seeing Quinn at a loss for words.
Then she hear Quinn's voice and turned "No, not bad at all, you're doing great. Liking that gun, are you? Everyone has their favourites"
She'd noticed Quinn had been using the same gun for quite some time.
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Post by thornshade on Aug 13, 2017 9:46:14 GMT -5
"Yeah - I'm fond of this one," he told her quickly, turning to meet her gaze. He noted her own targets - with more bullet holes than he could count aimed dead-center - and wasn't surprised. She was known for being an incredible shot. What would his legacy become at a place like this? Would he be known for his killer right hook or his aim with a weapon or the speed of his knives as he threw them at a target? Or would he be marked by the fact that he wasn't good enough for this? Elodia had beaten him with little more than a sweat when the fought earlier, it seemed. He hoped he'd made the right choice.
He ended his train of thought abruptly when he heard his stomach rumble loudly, cutting through the quiet air of the almost-empty room. His cheeks flared red and he let out a quiet laugh. "So, uh, is there anything good to eat around here?"
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