i want to live where soul meets body; (open log)

[overdraws]

CHARACTERS: Allison Argent and you!
LOCATION: Open starters at SEC HQ, the gardens, the kitchens, misc
WARNINGS: N/A (will update if necessary)
SUMMARY: an open log for most of march.
NOTES: Let me know if you want a specific starter for you, or leave one of your own! Feel free to interrupt the prompts at any time, too, they're not set in stone.


SEC HQ
[ She's a hard worker, this one. When she's on shift, if she's not out actively patrolling, she's here, doing her best to keep her own 'paper'work filed, and maybe working on some of the backlog, too. Edgeworth's desk is still piled up and it grows every day. It's the least she can do, right? Sometimes she's just here on break, leafing through a book she's found in the library (although most of it goes right over her head, considering it all references things she has no idea about) or she's watching an episode of All My Universes on her comm. Isadora is crazy, isn't she!? ]


Oxygen Gardens/9th floor Kitchens
[ Running helps her keep her mind clear. It was one of the things she did back home when she was having a rough time with things, and here it provides her with a strange sense of comfort. A forest is a forest, even if the terrain is completely different. She does her best to stick to the main paths while she jogs, trying not to get in the way of anyone working or otherwise out. When she's done, she heads to the kitchens for a bottle of water, sitting on the counter and drinking it with her eyes closed. She needs to go to the showers next, but the breather is nice. So she's savoring it. ]

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[troops]

<[He takes the bullets, rolling them over in his fingers. They certainly seem small- much smaller than an arrow- but Cullen is starting to get the idea that they're far more destructive, given Allison's caution.]

How will I know what the right kind is?

[overdraws]

Ask the owner. Or, if the gun was left here by someone else—[ Because she has three of her father's pistols tucked away in her room. ]—probably just best to ask someone who knows. That's for Earth weapons.

[ She moves down a bit, to a set of guns that are similar, but not quite the same as the ones she just showed him. ] These are the ones that came on the Tranquility. These have standard ammo, which will fit in any type of gun. So if it looks like this? It'll use the same type of ammunition. The handguns probably use fifty caliber, the rifles a twenty-two, but it'd be best to ask Jax or someone who works in Gunnery about that, since I'm not sure. I don't really use them, I just know a lot since my dad sold weapons for a living back home.

[troops]

Your father was a smith?

[He nods though, making idle conversation while he looks over the weapons that she shows him.]

These all look impressive. I'll keep the ammunition issue in mind.

[overdraws]

No, he was—is— just a highly respected weapons dealer. He doesn't make them, just sells them to law enforcement agencies. [ She looks proud when she says that. ]

I think that's the basics of safety. It's pretty much common sense when you think about it. Do you want to try shooting one?

[troops]

[She seems to take pride in her father's work. Cullen files that way for further notice, his gaze now lingering over the guns.]

Alright. It seems straightforward enough.

[overdraws]

[ She smiles at him and turns to head towards the range, grabbing a couple of the Earth pistols on her way. When they get there, she hands him the safety glasses and earmuffs, putting her own glasses on and hanging her own muffs around her neck. ] These are the safety equipment, glasses and ear muffs. The glasses are just in case of kickback or debris from the target, to protect your eyes. These—[ And she hands him one of the pistols. ] Are fifty caliber desert eagle pistols. Some people call them DEs for short. It's what's considered a semi-automatic, which means that every time you fire it, it'll automatically chamber the next round, but won't fire again until you squeeze the trigger. Wanna try loading it?

[troops]

[He watches her with the safety equipment, reluctantly doing the same- the safety glasses over his ears, the earmuffs around his neck. It feels a little ridiculous, but he suppose if what she's offering him is as powerful of a weapon as she says it is, then the protection is warranted.

Cullen takes the gun, nodding quietly and turning it over in his hands. His fingers fumble a little- the gloves he's wearing are too thick, intended for holding a sword rather than a gun, and so he sets it down for a moment to remove them, laying them on the stand in front of the range.

Like this, the weapon is cool to the touch, and he looks it over, confused for a moment before finding the chamber release and pressing at it so it slides out. Cullen catches it, loading the gun with great care.]

A desert eagle. What does fifty caliber mean?

[overdraws]

[ She watches him load the gun, nodding in approval when he does so correctly. ] That's the diameter of the bullet that particular type of gun uses. Usually, you want the number of caliber that the gun is and the caliber of the bullet to match or be as close as possible. That's another way you can tell what type of bullet to use in the gun or rifle you're using.

[troops]

I understand.

[For the most part, anyway. He inspects the weapon a little more, treating it with care now that he knows how it's loaded.]

Can you fire it? Just so I can see what to expect.

[overdraws]

Sure. [ She nods, and puts her earmuffs on, motioning for him to do the same. Once he has, she takes the gun from him carefully, and moves to stand in front of the range. Allison aims, and after a moment, she squeezes the trigger and fires, repeating the action a couple more times before setting the gun down and removing her earmuffs. ]

[troops]

[Cullen flinches at the sound, not expecting the loudness and suddenly thankful for his ear protection. It's like nothing he's seen before and Cullen watches for a moment in awe before slowly turning bac toward Allison when she finishes.]

...I can see the reason for such caution now. I had an idea, but I didn't think it would be quite as- precisely destructive.

[overdraws]

Yeah. [ She gives him a small smile. ] I actually prefer the bow. Guns... It's not that I don't like them, but the bow is just a little more.. graceful? [ And she laughs a little, mostly at herself. ]

That sounded way less pretentious in my head.

[troops]

It didn't sound pretentious at all.

[He offers her a slight smile.]

You're allowed your preferences. I've known many bowmen, and for some of them, their skill may very well have been an art.

[overdraws]

I don't know if I'm very artistic, but I think I'm a better shot with a bow. [ She steps aside, and motions to the gun lying on the stand before them. ] Wanna give it a shot?

[ Pun not intended. ]

[troops]

I would, yes.

[He steps forward, NOT REALLY GETTING THE PUN BECAUSE HE'S ABOUT AS FUN AS A FUNERAL, and adjusts his ear protection over his head again, as Allison had done. He glances back then, to make sure that she's done the same before picking up the weapon with great care, especially now that he's seen what he can do.

Cullen aims it carefully and fires. The first shot goes entirely too high- he's used to a bow as well- though perhaps one a bit more primitive than Allison's- and instinctively accounts for the curve of the arrow being affected by gravity. Not the same with a bullet.

The shot sends a recoil down his hands that surprises him, but Cullen keeps a grip on the gun all the same, brows furrowed as he looks at the target.]

[overdraws]

[ That's okay, she doesn't realize what she said and won't until much later. She puts her own earmuffs on, and watches him shoot. ] I'm sorry, I should have warned you about the recoil.

[troops]

It's alright. I was expecting... something like it.

[He turns the weapon over in his hands, looking at it.]

Like the bowstring, snapping back. You could always tell the seasoned archers from the callouses on their fingers.

[overdraws]

[ Allison unconsciously rubs the fingers of her right hand together for a brief second right before she answers. ] Yeah. If you're not careful, it'll get you in the face. That happened to me once when I was just starting out, I thought my dad was gonna keel over because he was laughing so hard. It didn't hurt you, did it? Sometimes the kickback can make your arms sore.