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Post by Zhi Rhanka on Jun 14, 2010 14:35:54 GMT -6
Zhi sighed. She had stumbled upon some spare time over the course of her day, and had elected to use it practicing with the pistol. She preferred its weight, and was trying to teach herself to do better than "at least they're all fired in the direction of the target." Much to her dismay, it wasn't working.
If I can't even hit a stationary target, how will I ever be able to hit a demon?
She loaded the gun for another round of shooting, and took a breath. She aimed for the target and squeezed the trigger, and again, and again. Slowly she worked her way through the shots she loaded, each time watching it miss the outline. One shot left. She took a breath and tried to imagine the silhouette down the range as a demon. She tried to envision the target paper as one of those heartless murderers she had come here to stop. She aimed for the monsters heart and squeezed the trigger one last time. This one got the shoulder, but not all that badly.
Damn, she cursed to herself, I'll never be good enough at this rate. Might as well throw rocks at them for all the good it will do.
She put the gun down, disgusted. It didn't even much matter what weapon she chose. She was horrible with them all. What was the point in wanting to judge the demons if she couldn't even hit a practice target?
I won't be useless... she told herself bitterly, I won't. I don't know which of these weapons I should use, but I refuse to let this be the end already. I came here to hunt those demons down, and I'll go to hell before I let it all end because I can't manage to get the hang of this stupid thing...
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Post by Aras Duval on Jul 3, 2010 22:45:00 GMT -6
Until today, Aras had not realized just how much he failed at left-handed shooting. The precision and control he’d possessed when using his right hand all but disappeared when he swapped sides. He’d practiced so frequently with his right that it had become second nature to him, where he hardly had to think when he was shooting at an unmoving target. At some point, muscle memory took over, and the only thing he had to worry about was aiming. But switch to the left, and everything immediately became unfamiliar. He’d gotten so used to one way of doing things that changing it up took a severe toll on his performance. The movements that had become habitual were no longer, and he was suddenly forced to re-learn basic things like how to grip the pistol so he could hang onto it without the recoil killing his wrist. It was more than slightly frustrating, and after half a day’s practice he, a sharpshooter for the SEG, was only marginally better than a novice who’d picked up a gun for the first time that day. His right hand, still bandaged, hung loose at his side. Now that the injury had put him out of commission for a few weeks or more, Aras had realized the importance of ambidexterity in using weapons. He wasn’t going on another mission for a while yet, but until his right hand healed completely, he was pretty fucked if a shifter decided to attack him. Which was the reasoning behind the decision to become at least proficient in left-handed shooting. Which, in turn, was why he was currently embarrassing himself on the practice field, missing the target entirely a good fifty percent of the time. The range master’s expression had morphed from perplexed to concerned to amused throughout the course of the day. The range master recognized Aras after the first few times he’d practiced here and was currently deriving much entertainment at the unprecedented drop in the marksman’s scores. Aras was rather less amused. The woman practicing on the target next to his didn’t seem to be having much luck, either. She’d been here even longer than he had today, but it looked like she’d finally given up. For now, at least. She’d probably pick the pistol up again soon. The people who joined the SEG weren’t the type to give up easily. A break sounded nice, however. Aras set his own gun down and turned toward the woman with a shrug and a wry smile. Try and try again, right? ________________________________________ OOC: Don’t mind me jumping in, do you? :)
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Post by Zhi Rhanka on Jul 4, 2010 0:48:32 GMT -6
(Of course not. Welcome to the thread. ^_^)
Zhi had only just noticed the man next to her when he stopped shooting. He didn't seem to be doing much better than she was. Least he looked like he knew what he was doing. He gave her a wry smile, one she didn't know much about what to do with.
"Can I help you?" she asked finally.
She didn't know the man who had stopped to regard her, and wasn't sure how to treat him. Especially in light of how much different she was from everyone else, she found it hard to decide on how she should act with people she didn't know. On the one hand, they were all there for basically the same reason, so they had at least that much in common. On the other hand, though, people around this place kept treating her like the very demons they all hunted. She couldn't abide being compared to those monsters, and anyone who couldn't tell the difference between them and her wasn't worth her time. By the same token, though, without someone who knew that she wasn't like the beasts they had all gathered to hunt, could she really consider herself to be in the right? Someone had told her once that if she was the only one who believed something to be true, that alone could be considered evidence that she was wrong. The simplest explanation tended to be the right one. Still, it wasn't her fault that everyone was blind to the demons in the world and the fact that she had been empowered by whatever god watched over this world to hunt them. Her mission in life was self-evident, and it was sheer folly to expect that she would do otherwise. Even if she had to do despicable things while trying to free the world from their evil, she could do no worse than they had done in the war. Her mind darkened at the memory of the war. The earliest time she could recall was as a soldier in that terrible conflict. She had done things she could never undo, saw things that she could never unsee. Through it all, she had awakened to the truth, and had labored hard to end up here, among those whose job it was to hunt the demons before they could kill everyone. What more could she ask?
A degree of skill with this stupid gun would be nice... she thought angrily.
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Post by Aras Duval on Jul 10, 2010 2:03:06 GMT -6
The woman’s reaction wasn’t a particularly warm one. Polite, yes, but distant. The SEG had a lot of those sorts, didn’t it. They were supposed to be comrades-in-arms, but Aras didn’t often feel that way towards the other soldiers. Now that he’d begun to spend more time at headquarters, he’d made friends among the ranks, but fewer than he would’ve expected. A common goal held them together, but said goal didn’t appear to facilitate camaraderie amongst the soldiers. He’d never talked to this woman before, though he’d seen her around the base. He’d certainly recognize her if he saw her again, simply because the two of them had been at the range, standing next to each other for the past few hours. He’d gotten several chances to watch her shoot; between rounds, he’d been forced to take a frustratingly long pause to reload with only one fully functional hand. At first, he’d assumed that the woman’s accuracy was suffering because of extenuating circumstances, much like his own case. However, that impression hadn’t lasted long. A few rounds later, it because quite clear that she had very little training with a handgun. “If you don’t mind me saying—try using both hands, instead of just one. Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, and keep your shoulders square.” Aras knew that if she’d been watching his subpar shooting, he must come off as pretentious. Still, explaining to her what he’d been taught years ago might help refresh his memory and help him recall those subtleties and nuances that had since become instinct—for one hand. He essentially had to re-learn everything for the other. ________________________________________ OOC: So I wasn’t sure what Zhi was doing wrong, so I sort of just made it up. XD; Tell me if you want anything changed.
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Post by Zhi Rhanka on Jul 14, 2010 14:49:44 GMT -6
(Not a worry. I wasn't too specific, so that leaves more than enough room to assume things. ^_^)
Zhi listened to the man's words, and pondered what he said. He was an odd one, trying to shoot a gun with one good arm while advising her to use two. Still, if his advice helped her at all, it would be worth the cost of swallowing her pride. She corrected her stance as advised, squared her shoulders to the target, and put both hands on her weapon. She squeezed the trigger gently and let slip a few rounds to try out the suggested technique. The resultant spread was more contracted than her previous work, but still quite short of anything remotely resembling skilled.
"That's better," she commented.
Turning to the man, she arched a brow.
"Do you usually shoot with only your left hand, or has something happened lately?"
It wasn't usually in her nature to be social with people, mostly considering that no one could speak to her for extended periods without finding her insane, and that grated on her considerably. If she was the only sane person in the whole of the world, wasn't that just her cross to bear?
(Bleh, short post. I'll do my best to wake up my muse before I post next time...)
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Post by Aras Duval on Jul 26, 2010 0:00:49 GMT -6
Despite his apparent lack of skill, the woman paused to consider his words. She did as he advised, correcting her stance and bringing up her other hand to support the gun before firing off several rounds at her target. The improvement was slight, but noticeable. With a more proper technique, her group became tighter, though still some ways off-target. At any rate, the woman seemed to be more satisfied with the latest group than any of her previous ones. Lowering her weapon, she turned around and gave him a searching look. "Do you usually shoot with only your left hand, or has something happened lately?"Holding up his bandaged hand, Aras shook his head. “The raids happened. I usually use both hands, or my right. So I’m not usually this bad,” he assured her with a good-humored grin. He extended his good hand, feeling a bit odd that he had to shake hands with his left for the time being. Just another one of those many little inconveniences he never would’ve noticed if Avet hadn’t decided make a chew toy out of his dominant hand. Changing had become a hassle, typing had slowed down to a snail’s pace, and writing legibly had simply become out of the question. How fortunate for him that there were shifters out there to teach him the importance of ambidexterity. “The name’s Aras Duval.” He supposed the proper thing to do would’ve been to give his rank along with his name, but even though he’d explained himself already, he didn’t exactly want this woman wondering why the SEG recruited such incompetent marksmen. ________________________________________ OOC: Sorry about the delay. Been busy with classes and such lately.
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Post by Zhi Rhanka on Jul 26, 2010 11:41:30 GMT -6
“The raids happened. I usually use both hands, or my right. So I’m not usually this bad.”
The answer to her previous question was a sobering one. He had been on a hunt, and a demon took out his dominant hand. She felt inadequate next to one who had hunted demons already, and had already been wounded by them. She envied him, bemoaning her lack of experience in the silences of her own mind. With shooting like hers, it wasn't likely that she'd be able to hunt anytime soon, but there was still hope.
From the midst of her musings, shock burst forth and halted her world in its tracks. The man extended his good hand, introducing himself as Aras Duval. She was taken aback at him. How long had it been since anyone cared to speak to her without calling her crazy, or worse, a demon? Even around here she suffered the accusations, the pointed glares, the injustices she knew so well. Yet here was a man who chose to introduce himself and extend the hand of friendship she so carefully scrutinized, hesitant to accept anything from someone in this place. They may all be her comrades-in-arms, but most of them were fully aware that she could change shape, and grouped her together with the demons in their minds. She could sense the prejudice, but it didn't faze her like it once had. She was used to it now. She expected people to hate her, but part of her was hoping that the SEG would be different. Her hope was that this place would have people like this man, who was willing to accept her as a friend instead of as a demon. She took his hand hesitantly, fearful of a trap, but brave enough to step forward anyway.
"Zhi Rhanka," she said, not entirely able to keep her nervousness out of her voice.
Hoping to deflect attention away from her fears, she asked another question.
"Did you get the demon who messed up your hand?"
She hoped against hope that he wouldn't take notice of how skittish she was. It wouldn't be pleasant if she had to make a fool out of herself stumbling through an explanation of why she didn't trust people? Not so much.
(OOC: Don't worry about it. We all get busy sometimes. I'm patient. ^_^)
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Post by Aras Duval on Sept 6, 2010 0:35:54 GMT -6
The woman stared at his hand as if it were an entirely foreign object that she had no idea what to do with. Somewhat taken aback by her reaction, Aras was about to lower his hand—it didn’t look like she was in the habit of shaking hands—when she took it hesitantly. She didn’t come off as the timid sort, nor was her grip one that betrayed a shy character, so Aras wasn’t certain why she’d been so unwilling to simply shake hands. And when she introduced herself, he thought he detected a slight unsteadiness in her voice that wasn’t there before. No-one would ever call him intimidating, so why was this woman suddenly acting as if he were? “Did you get the demon who messed up your hand?"Demon? This wasn’t the first time he’d ever heard of a shapeshifter referred to as such, but the term was usually used by the superstitious and parents trying to scare their children into submission. (Eat your peas, or the demons will come to get you! And the like.) It wasn’t a word the SEG used. The shapeshifters were too real, too much of a concrete, factual threat for the soldiers to think of them as something so… occult. “Um, yes. He was captured.” Not by Aras, technically, but he could spare her the details. No need to embarrass himself further in front of a new acquaintance. She was an odd one, but it would be rude to ask her why her demeanor had suddenly changed, or why she was acting so strange. Coming from someone who knew a certain Reyes Ando, that Aras thought this Zhi Ranka strange meant something. “Why did you call them demons?” Rude to ask her directly, at least. ________________________________________ OOC: Um. There is no reason why this is so late. Actually, there are several, but you probably don’t want to hear a lengthy explanation. :P
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Post by Zhi Rhanka on Sept 6, 2010 11:40:56 GMT -6
(OOC: Quite all right. I understand how sometimes things get in the way.)
Aras Duvall's answer to her question was toned by awkwardness. Was he not proud of the hunt? Did perhaps something happen on it that he was ashamed of? Certainly if the demon was captured, then it was a good hunt, right?
"Why do you call them demons?"
Or that. So perhaps it was a good hunt and he just wasn't used to having his quarry called such. She was still on her guard, what with Aras treating her like a real person instead of like the demons they hunted. Maybe he didn't know? That made sense, potentially. Not everyone studied up ridiculously much on every new recruit who came through the place. That did mean, however, that the moment she changed shape or touched her power at all, he'd likely look at her just like all the others did. A sobering thought, but not news to Zhi. She was used to people thinking she was just like the demons. Still, it confused her that the man to whom she spoke didn't think of them as demons. Why wouldn't they be? One needed simply to watch one for any length of time, and they would very clearly reveal their demonic nature. Perhaps he was damaged in some way?
"Do you not? I thought everyone here knew they were demons. This organization exists to hunt them, doesn't it?"
A little too late, she thought of something. Maybe it wasn't just her abilities that she was blessed with. Maybe being chosen for the duty she bore meant also that she could see them as the demons they were when others couldn't. What a coup that would have been for the demons if she hadn't come along! They would have been able to hide amidst people that hunted them while being able to conceal the real reason why they should be hunted. Lucky for everyone Zhi had been born, otherwise it would have been possible that no one would have known about what the demons hid.
Aras must be terribly embarrassed. I should apologize to him for making him feel awkward. It must be hard to be the odd person out. I know I'd feel self conscious if I was the only one who didn't know they were demons...
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