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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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. ]