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(OPEN MINGLE) i wanna be the very best

Who: vash & caitlyn and YOU!
Where: an empty field on the outskirts of aldrip, somewhere out of the way but not too far from town.
What: anytime before the march event - a friendly sharpshooting practice turned competition turned ??? if you want to come and practice or learn or if you just wanna come and show everyone you're the best, or if you want to just come and judge people, open to all!
Warnings: nothing yet, will mark as needed.

[ there are a few ways you'd have found your way to the empty clearing that serves as the impromptu target field for some shooting practice ... there are some hastily drawn posters that you might find pinned up at the common room of the inn or any public noticeboard, that simply says

PRACTICE DAY: we've got plenty of targets!
which ... really, doesn't tell you all that much about just what kind of practice it's meant to be?

or otherwise you might find vash walking past with a cartload of little clay plates - or you might be out on a walk and run into caitlyn critically arranging some empty bottles (and other things, go creative go wild) in neat rows along various points on the field, with little cards to mark out the distance.

honestly, however you made it here, this is just a friendly competition / friendly opportunity to practice somewhere safely without getting in the way of others! feel free to make your own top levels and mingle! teach people how to be gun safe! challenge them to some clay shooting (and welcome to up the stakes by making the throws as difficult as you want for the other person) or do an old fashioned bottle shooting - or come up with a fun competition idea yourself! shoot a leaf out of the air? you don't shoot but you want to stand around and criticise how everyone's forms are totally wrong? go wild! ]

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[Did someone say shooting practice? Oh. You can all bet your asses that Goro Akechi, ever the fan of games and competitions, will be there. So, he arrives rather early to the clearing, and after giving his hand at setting things up and ready for other participants.

After everything is in their places Akechi goes and sets up his own private practice somewhat away from the others just in case, placing various targets, from glass bottles to cans and clay statues, in different distances. Once he's done, Akechi takes his place assumes a position, equipping himself with his own handgun. He takes deep breath and shoots. Each bullet hits their mark perfectly, either knocking them down or shattering them apart. Akechi is not only great marksman but also terribly fast with his movements. It's clear that he's done this quite often.

But once he's done, he clicks his tongue and eyes narrow in frustration. 'Not good enough', he thinks to himself as he walks to put up another set of targets. And again, he goes to his spot, raises his gun and shoots another round.]

[Akira knew he'd find Goro here-- so of course, he lurks like a creep a good distance away to watch him shoot. It's different than when they played Gun About, different from in the Metaverse... For a split second when he shoots, Akira's whole body goes cold and he hears an echo that sounds too close and too far away all at once, the strangely specific ping of a silenced pistol, and a distinct thud that makes his whole body buzz and ache in a strange, detached way.]

[So of course he does the perfectly sane thing and approaches Akechi anyway, rolling his shoulders and slipping his hands easily into his pockets to avoid any more tellingly anxious tics. He waits until Goro is clicking his tongue and has the gun lowered before he calls out:] I've seen you hit moving targets faster than that.

[It's funny how their roles have almost changed completely since the leaving Tokyo. This time it's Akira's turn to be the stalker in the shadows while Goro's trying to live his life -- well, at least the motivations they both have are starkly different this time.

Goro is setting up another clay statue on the pedestal when he hears Akira's voice calling out for him.]

Well, yes. This is no Metaverse. [He calls back, without bothering to turn around. Though, they both know the truth. He is getting rusty.] Did you come here to run mouth or are you planning to give it a go?

[Akira finds himself both more and less aimless in Aldrip than he was in Tokyo-- sure, there's not the pressing need to Save The World, but there's still enough regular Weird Shit that sometimes he's glad for the mediocrity. He chuckles as he ambles up behind Goro, keeping his hands in his pockets and hunching forward to hook his chin over Akechi's shoulder, humming.] You wanna teach me? I've only handled a real gun like... three times, and never to fire it.

[Goro pulls his lips into a thin disapproving line when Akira leans on him, but doesn’t move to deny the other the closeness. Instead, he turns the clay station so that it is positioned right in the middle of the pedestal.

Huh, how interesting. It seems like Akira’s yakuza friend actually had some of the real stuff hidden among the toys.]

Are you sure? I always thought that the knives suited your gentleman thief act better.

[Iwai probably had plenty of real weapons, but Akira had only handled the one he passed off to him in a paper bag. Akira may well have never even known if he hadn't been too nosy for his own good, though that was always his lot, wasn't it?]

[He hums, closing his eyes thoughtfully and rolling his head on his shoulders a bit, back and forth to jostle them both with his chin still hooked over Goro's shoulder.] We all had guns, anyway. And it's not like toys work here like they did in the Metaverse.

--Hey, [He huffs with mild annoyance when Akira moves them, reaching his gun-free hand to flick on his forehead.]

I can teach you if you are certain. I suppose it is a good skill to have in here. [Because who knows when they're going to lose the touch with their Personas again. Better be safe than sorry.

Goro retracts away from Akira and hands over his gun.]

Go take the position and show me what you got.

Hey yourself, [He stills at the flick, though.]

[He looks at the gun as its handed to him, and surprises himself in that he doesn't... React. He figured being handed a gun, a real actual loaded pistol, especially from Goro's hand, would unsettle him slightly.]

[He turns it over in his hands a moment, rolling his shoulders and lifting his eyebrows.] Huh. Real ones are a lot heavier. Guess that makes sense.

[He ambles on over to the area he saw Goro shooting the targets from before, and studies the gun a long moment, familiarizing himself with it. Safety, trigger, hammer... He raises it, flicks off the safety, and supports the hand curled around the trigger guard and handle with his opposite hand. It takes him a minute to actually pull the trigger, and the recoil startles him, visibly so, but he angles himself toward another target and shoots with a bit more certainty.]

[Again, and again, and again.]

[The first target he missed entirely (though thankfully to no dangerous degree), the second was closer, the third he hit but not well, fourth was serviceable, and he doubled back to the first one for the fifth and hit it pretty square. It wasn't a bullseye, it was hardly a kill shot, but for his first five times firing an active firearm, it's pretty all right.]

[He grimaces a little and flicks the safety back on, dropping his arm.] Damn, I don't know how you hold that up for so long, you must have biceps of steel.

Edited 2024-03-09 01:51 (UTC)

[Goro follows Akira, setting to stand on his right while keeping distance. He pays great attention to his partner's posture and body language. He stays quiet the entire minute, allowing Akira to take his time with the gun. Pulling a trigger of a real gun for the first time isn't as easy feat as one would think. With or without the added trauma (which he knows Akira is carrying but it's fine..).

When Akira finally pulls the trigger Goro doesn't do as much as flinch. He's already so used to the loud 'bang' that rings through the air. His face stays neutral as he watches Akira shoot, missing the mark. Honestly, it'd be surprising if he managed to hit the target on his first try and--

..Oh, he actually managed to knock one mark off. Hardly a perfect shot, sure, but still impressive. There's even a small smile on his lips.]

Heh, you'd know I did. [Is that a vague hint of lewdness? Maybe. Well anyway, Goro walks up to Akira's personal bubble and reaches to fix his posture.] Here, spread your legs and bend them slightly. Keep your back straight and extend your gun hand forward and use your another one to support it. It's a small miracle you didn't dislocate your wrist there just now.

[His eyebrows just raise and fall a few times in a clear suggestive wagging motion, accompanied by a shrewd grin. He loosens his stance to let Goro correct him, having been sort of bunched up with his shoulders near his ears and his elbows bent and tucked to his ribs, making the gun too close to his body.]

[It also means that his upper arms are extremely tense when Goro moves him to a better way of standing. Those take a few seconds longer to relax, the tension easing out of them the longer Goro's hands stay in contact. He shimmies to widen his stance, bends his knees to the slightest of stoops, and puts his right arm forward with the left to support the butt of the gun. He looks from the gun to Goro and back, tilting his head as though to ask if he was correcting himself properly.] Good thing, too, I use that hand pretty often. [More lewd suggestion.]

Heh. Cute that you think that one dislocated hand would be sufficient reason to get you off a hook. Here, relax your shoulders more. [Goro guides him, helping Akira to assume a proper position. He carefully places his right hand against the small of his back, while the other hand reaches out to set Akira's arms on the proper eye level.]

Remember to breathe. [He says, his voice juuuust slightly too low to be completely innocent.]

There. How does this feel compared to before?

[He relaxes near-completely, really only keeping enough tension in his body to not go boneless, letting Goro manipulate his body as needed. It's an implicit, and startlingly intimate display of trust, considering who they are and what they've done.]

[A very distinct shudder makes his breath and the lower half of his spine shudder, and he closes his eyes, swallowing.] Stabler, [He croaks, but the hairs on the back of his neck are definitely standing on end. If he pops a gun lesson boner, it's at least half Goro's fault.]

[While Goro might be opposed to PDA he's all in for teasing. Especially if it is him doing the teasing. Pushing Akira's buttons is one of his favorite hobbies nowadays. The shudder in the other's body brings a smug smile on Goro's lips, like a cat that had just been presented a bowl of cream.]

Good. Try keep it up by yourself. [And with that he retracts himself from Akira and walks back up to set up another row of targets, using empty soup cans this time.] Now, focus on the targets and try keep the gun on the same line as your eyes.

[He steps aside, making room for Akira.] Take your time and shoot when you're ready. Remember your breathing.

[He honks a hoarse wheeze of laughter at Goro's word choice-- he will not have any trouble keeping it up, buddy, trust him --and lets his head and shoulders drop forward for a moment when he's left to his own postural choices with a sigh. But with Akechi less in his personal bubble, breathing his sinful innuendos down his neck, he can focus a little better. He draws in a slow breath and exhales with his eyes closed, and then raises his head again, squaring his shoulders.]

[He only ever stands straight like this when he's Joker, a resemblance only increased by the fact he so rarely wears his glasses anymore. His eyes track the targets without moving his head overmuch, slowly raising the gun and holding it with one hand supporting the other at the butt of it. He aligns the first target between the barrel and his eyes, clicks off the safety, and...]

[...misses, because the recoil arcs the bullet a little wide to the left. He clicks his tongue against his teeth and readjusts, trying again. This time he hits it, but not square in the center so it just sends the soup can careening off the pedestal. With a reproachful frown, he glances to Goro.]

[Goro patiently waits for Akira to take his time. It'd be lying to say that he didn't feel a little pride in seeing his partner with more focus and taking this seriously, rather than defaulting to his usual jokes and tomfoolery (hah). So, he doesn't feel a need to reprimand the other for missing his first shot. And besides, this isn't a competition.

Not yet, anyway.

Once the can is knocked down, he goes to fetch it to inspect the shot. Hm, seems like he hit on the top of the can. Not perfect but still a solid hit.]

Not too bad. For your first time. [He calls back, a wry smile on his lips. Placing the can back on the pedestal for the second round, Goro walks back to Akira's side.] There should be two shots left. Try again.

goro akechi - ota

pop a cap on that ass--

akira please.....

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i am so glad to get to use this icon

rip akira, his life is a struggle

it's so hard to have a hot boyfriend with a great ass

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