[ Maruki does startle; how could he not? He's never stood this close to someone firing a gun. Oda shooting at the wolves and Akechi shooting at him were both different. This is explosive, overwhelming– he flinches, breath catching and holding as he watches how quickly all three rounds are fired off, and then when he tries to blink away the bright spots dancing in his vision– it's over. Just like that.
He looks down at his own gun, then tries to hold it out the same way Odasaku does, one-handed– ]
[Maruki acts quick - pulls the trigger, fires the bullet--
breaks his wrist, beams his own forehead with the gun--
[Odasaku puts a hand on his shoulder long before he aims.]
Hold on a second. Let me show you how to hold it properly. It'll be a while before you can shoot with one hand.
[With that, a proper demonstration. Oda aim's the gun with one hand, supporting his wrist with the other. There's a proper way to stand too.]
Plant your feet and bend your knees. It'll become second nature to move your body the right way, but not yet. Don't fire yet. Let me see how you set yourself up.
[ He tries to laugh off his own nerves, a little embarrassed by attempting to imitate someone that much more skilled than him so early on. Odasaku is a good teacher, though – Maruki lets his body be manipulated, adjusts his stance when he's told to.
When Odasaku moves away, he's left alone to be observed, and there's a strangely hollow feeling in his head. He thought he'd be more overwhelmed finally holding a gun, but– nothing. He's a blank slate, as he was in so many classrooms throughout his academic career, attentive and quiet, ready to learn and succeed.
He plants his feet firmer, straightens out one wrist to hold the gun steadier, glances over at Odasaku. ]
[Odasaku is not typically the touchiest guy around, but he doesn't really shy away from making adjustments on Maruki's body where necessary. They get the man into a fairly passable stance and Oda nods. He still has one of his own guns in his hands, held just the same way he showed Maruki. He mirrors the man's stance as well.]
We've gone over aiming. The snow is giving you more light than you think. Put your eyes on the target and trust it.
[ To his credit, Maruki tries his level best. His eyes stay trained on the training dummy, squinting through not nearly enough light. He keeps checking the barrel of the gun instead of keeping in his sights, then correcting himself, and finally–
Shoots.
Decidedly off-target. It hits a snow-covered pile of hay bales some feet behind the dummies. ]
I can't say it felt great, but it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I think I can thank my teacher for that.
[ Truly, if he didn't have Odasaku essentially setting up his stance and grip for him, he probably would have fucked himself over completely with the recoil.
He doesn't lower the gun, still too uncomfortable to handle it that casually. ]
Try it a few more times. You've got five more bullets.
Aim your sight right down along the barrel, and keep your hand steady. Eventually, the gun will just feel like an extention of your arm. You'll figure out how to move with it. [Not for a while, but sooner than Maruki probably expects.]
[ That feels like an impossibility at this point, but Maruki does trust Odasaku to some extent, and certainly when it comes to firearms. If he says that that's what will eventually happen, then it likely will eventually happen, no matter how long it takes. Maruki doesn't give up, after all.
He nods, aims again, steadies himself with a deep breath–
And his first shot misses again, but the next one strikes the dummy off what would be its shoulder if it lived and breathed.
[ Maruki only flinches a little this time; he's getting used to the sound, even so close. And Odasaku certainly has a point. So long as someone who can heal is around, there's no real risk involved. That's heartening to remember...
A little distressing, too. He watches how Odasaku barely had to take half a second to aim for either knee. Thinks of how Akechi barely had to take half a second to aim for his neck. These things happen in the blink of an eye. If he hadn't been conscious enough to summon Azathoth–
A muted noise of distress catches in his throat, just as a reflex, and he raises his own gun again. Tries to aim for the other shoulder. It takes several seconds.
He has to get better. ]
I really do appreciate your patience in teaching me, Odasaku. Maybe we can make this a regular thing.
[Maruki will learn quicker than he thinks, especially if he has to. Oda would prefer that not be the case, but he's heard of what can happen in this place, even if his own experiences have been relatively tame in comparison.]
We might as well, when we meet to eat. I'm not sure when the sun will end up rising again, but...
Maruki sets himself a challenge after those last two shots: To hit the same point one of Odasaku's bullets did, or as close to it as he can. He takes his sweet time aiming, fires once toward the left shoulder–
And he misses the exact target, but only by a couple inches. It still very much hits.
He gives Odasaku a satisfied smile, shadowed in the moonlight. ]
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hehe flawlesses u
He looks down at his own gun, then tries to hold it out the same way Odasaku does, one-handed– ]
YAHOO
breaks his wrist, beams his own forehead with the gun--
[Odasaku puts a hand on his shoulder long before he aims.]
Hold on a second. Let me show you how to hold it properly. It'll be a while before you can shoot with one hand.
[With that, a proper demonstration. Oda aim's the gun with one hand, supporting his wrist with the other. There's a proper way to stand too.]
Plant your feet and bend your knees. It'll become second nature to move your body the right way, but not yet. Don't fire yet. Let me see how you set yourself up.
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[ He tries to laugh off his own nerves, a little embarrassed by attempting to imitate someone that much more skilled than him so early on. Odasaku is a good teacher, though – Maruki lets his body be manipulated, adjusts his stance when he's told to.
When Odasaku moves away, he's left alone to be observed, and there's a strangely hollow feeling in his head. He thought he'd be more overwhelmed finally holding a gun, but– nothing. He's a blank slate, as he was in so many classrooms throughout his academic career, attentive and quiet, ready to learn and succeed.
He plants his feet firmer, straightens out one wrist to hold the gun steadier, glances over at Odasaku. ]
Better?
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We've gone over aiming. The snow is giving you more light than you think. Put your eyes on the target and trust it.
Now go.
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Shoots.
Decidedly off-target. It hits a snow-covered pile of hay bales some feet behind the dummies. ]
Oh...
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How does your shoulder feel? Didn't look like it blew you back too hard.
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[ Truly, if he didn't have Odasaku essentially setting up his stance and grip for him, he probably would have fucked himself over completely with the recoil.
He doesn't lower the gun, still too uncomfortable to handle it that casually. ]
Should I try again?
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Aim your sight right down along the barrel, and keep your hand steady. Eventually, the gun will just feel like an extention of your arm. You'll figure out how to move with it. [Not for a while, but sooner than Maruki probably expects.]
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He nods, aims again, steadies himself with a deep breath–
And his first shot misses again, but the next one strikes the dummy off what would be its shoulder if it lived and breathed.
His head whips around to grin at Odasaku. ]
Was that good?
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That's only your third shot. With how dark it is outside, I'd say that's pretty impressive.
If you're more interested in stopping someone with your gun than killing them, you'll want to learn to aim for those non-lethal areas anyway.
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Oh, no. I won't ever kill anyone. That's something I won't budge on.
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In that case, aim for the knees or the shoulders, just like that.
Hell. Around here, you don't even have to worry about permanently injuring someone.
[With that, Oda casually lifts his gun and cleanly takes out both the dummy's would-be kneecaps.]
hehe we can wrap up i think?? :3c
A little distressing, too. He watches how Odasaku barely had to take half a second to aim for either knee. Thinks of how Akechi barely had to take half a second to aim for his neck. These things happen in the blink of an eye. If he hadn't been conscious enough to summon Azathoth–
A muted noise of distress catches in his throat, just as a reflex, and he raises his own gun again. Tries to aim for the other shoulder. It takes several seconds.
He has to get better. ]
I really do appreciate your patience in teaching me, Odasaku. Maybe we can make this a regular thing.
I'M GONNA WRAP YOU (yeah that's fine)
We might as well, when we meet to eat. I'm not sure when the sun will end up rising again, but...
[Another two shots, fired into each shoulder.]
That's all the more reason, I guess.
hehehe wraps you like a prezzie
[ What an exchange that is!
Maruki sets himself a challenge after those last two shots: To hit the same point one of Odasaku's bullets did, or as close to it as he can. He takes his sweet time aiming, fires once toward the left shoulder–
And he misses the exact target, but only by a couple inches. It still very much hits.
He gives Odasaku a satisfied smile, shadowed in the moonlight. ]