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Hah, yeah. Suddenly being attacked by creatures who belong in story books is probably... a lot. The world I come from is kinda weird like that sometimes, but it's got nothing on Kaisou.

[No one's topped Rapunzel's hair yet, but he doesn't think anyone ever will. Not really. ]

It was, but it was the first of its kind and I kinda needed it to use a very specific, liquid projectile.

[That didn't work, which he's kinda glad for because holy shit, did he come close to killing Cass back then. He nods, listening to Vash's explanation of the gun.]

Man, that's really cool AND clever! You never know when you might need a weapon and having one...literally to hand at all times is a great way around it!

[He tests the weight of it, turning it this way and that, using that quick little mind of his to figure it out. He lets out a soft hmmmm.]

I might give it one try out first, just so I can get a feel of it.

I'm used to trouble like that, but usually it's just guys with guns, not. Firedogs and Giant lizards... it's still a big adjustment for me.
...There's a lot less trouble here though, so I'll take it, honestly.
I'll get rusty with my gun skill otherwise.

[ not that hes bothered by that. the idea that he doesn't have to shoot at people is a huge relief, honestly. ]

Liquid projectile, huh. Can't say I've ever had a gun like that. [ almostnkilling your current friends probably a rough thing to deal with dude, hes been there.

hes gonna wave, using his fancy new steampunk arm, to the half of the garden where hes got the small stack of haybales and target set up. ]

I'll reload it for you once you get a feel for it, then. Brace it with both hands, make sure the end is braced against your body so the kickback doesn't make you drop it, then just pull the trigger. Easy.

... I mean, getting shot at less had got to be better however you look at it, right? But yeah, enough weird stuff happens here that you should still get practice in.

[He grins, nodding.]

YEAH, it turned solid on contact, it made...well, an unbearable amber. It was only used for one person as a complete last resort.

[Because he has a whole shed-load of trauma around it, which is why he's never remade it. It can stay broken. He nods as he listens to Vash's instructions, turning to take aim at the target.]

Okay! Let's give this a shot. ...Pun intended.

[He braces the arm like he was told and carefully squeezes the trigger. It's definitely got less kickback than Project Obsidian had, but then it's not hucking liquid rock around. He doesn't hit the target, but he's not far off. He hums softly, before taking aim again, changing his stance a little, getting it RIGHT this time. He's...probably muttering math under his breath. He fires again, and this time it's a bullseye. He wasn't kidding when he said he had a good aim.

He glances over at Vash with a grin.]

This thing IS pretty cool.

Definitely better to have days full of peace, and there's definitely just slightly-chaotic-enough stuff happening in this world to keep me from getting rusty.

[ not to mention inviting acquaintances over to your cottage in the woods with the express purpose of shooting at you. honestly, he half accepted because he probably needs the practice. ]

Unbreakable amber... getting hit with that sounds rough. [ but then his face breaks out into a GRIN, moments later. ] --I love puns.

[ but now is time to watch Varian try the gun out. And... honestly? Honestly, he's impressed. Watching the barrel of that hidden gun shift and move with the subtlest of fixes, editing his first shot to amend it into a goddamn bullseye. On his second shot.

Colour vash impressed. Sure, it was done while aiming and standing still on an unmoving target, but. there are many people with their own guns who couldn't hit the broad side of a sand steamer for their second shot, even if it was standing still. ]

--Look at you! A bulls-eye on your second try?
Maybe Wolfwood should be worried after all, he's a spray-and-pray kind'a guy.

[ he winks. ]

Oh yeah, I don't think anyone's skills can be left to get rusty in this place. I don't think I remember a single quiet month since I got here.

[There's not even been a single quiet week, if he's honest. He shifts a little, because he'd rather not get into all that, because that would involve talking about some pretty large errors in his past he's not quite comfortable discussing with...well, most people yet.

Much better to just focus on the guns. That's a lot less of a discomforting subject to be in. He smiles, absolutely delighted with the praise.]

Aww, it wasn't that big a deal. I just needed to adjust for the right angle is all. It really is just math at the end of the day.

[And when your brain fires on as many cylinders at once like Varian does, it's an easy thing to figure out.]

Hah, I don't know, you're a moving target, it'll probably be different. He shouldn't have to worry YET.

That's both half reassuring and half terrifying, if I'm honest with you!

[ hahhaha what if he'd like a quiet month huh
well the last one wasn't bad, the biggest thing that happened was ... well, this, actually.
he still cant believe someone took up his half joke of "shoot at me". varian was a wild guy. ]

See, you get it. Math powers are legit powers, no matter what other people say to you when you bring it up.

[ he isnt coping at all, nope.

hes gonna take the arm gun from varian and pin it between his new fake arm and his side--take the moment to reload it so he has a full barrel again.

He's then going to hand it back, heft up his own gun--and go stand in front of that board full of drawn targets himself.

a bit of a grin on his face.
hes taking this way too easily for a guy about to get shot at probably? ]

I mean, I won't be a moving target.
Not until you pull the trigger.
It's kind'a hard to explain.

...You'll see in a second.
Take your time and seriously, don't hesitate. I got this, alright?

Thaaaaat's usually the mood people have. Yeah.

[Varian is a weird feral garbage child, which Vash can now learn for himself.]

RIGHT? My boyfriend thinks math is boring. His eyes glaze over when I talk to him about it and everything.

[He grins, excited about the prospect of shooting a guy like a weirdo. ]

I can't wait to see. Okay, here goes!

[Which is all the warning Vash gets before the kid fires off a shot at him.]

Math isn't boring, not when you get into it. You can solve almost anything by using different kinds of math. [ he sighs!!!! so dramatically, as if the very idea was exasperating.

he clicks the barrel of his own gun, making sure the thing was set to fire before laying his finger off the side of the trigger.

his head slowly lifting as Varian takes aim.
It's... honestly something he'll laugh about later, how little hesitation the man has about pulling the trigger at him.

As promised, Vash truly doesn't move at all when the bullet is fired.
It's quick. the way his eyes dance, taking in the angle of where varian is standing, the height of the gun.
where the bullet would hit, if its trajectory was uninterrupted.
the way his eyes flick to do a calculation is too fast for the human eye to track.

...as is how vash moves, or, really, his lack of any huge movement. he doesn't dive to the side or throw himself down onto the ground.
its like he shifts, maybe a few centimeters to the side with a half turn of his body. no wasted movement, and the bullet lodges a dark hole in the wood behind him, barely a few millimeters off where it would have gone through flesh and bone.

so quickly, varian may not have even registered how quickly he'd moved.

and he's still grinning like a goofy fool. ]

Oops, that sure was close.
Not quite on the money, though.

Exactly!! That's what I tell him all the time but he never believes me. I think he'd just rather solve all his problems with violence, which while impressive, can't fix everything, y'know?

[Which is a hilarious statement to make when he's literally shooting at a person. But there you go. Life's funny like that sometimes.

Varian is honestly amazed at how easily Vash dodged the literal bullet. He was PRETTY damn sure that would have hit the man dead on- he's not exactly a small target after all. He managed to dodge it anyway- Varian was expecting some wild dive out of the way, maybe a cool cartwheel!!! But nope. he just moved. Inches. And didn't get hit. ]

...That is so cool. You barely moved!!!

Edited 2023-06-08 19:28 (UTC)

[ claiming your partner solves everything with violence is hilarious given what theyre doing but vash might ALSO cut wolfwood a GLANCE as if accusingly, as if the man can hear them from where he is over in the house. ]

Yeah, tell me about it. [ varian isnt the only one with a close buddy like that.

but that's neither here nor there because he's feeling giddy. He didn't doubt himself for a second, of course, but there's always a bit of a bounce to the serotonin levels when he startles someone for the first time with this... odd skill of his. ]

Can't waste movements, what if there's five other guys shooting at me? I could probably do some cool flips or somethin' if I'm sure I ain't got three guns trained at me, but.

[ he grins. raising his own gun. ]

Five shots left.

[ when Vash oh so 'subtly' looks at Wolfwood, he flips him the bird, smirking as Varian takes a shot and whiffs--he doesn't look like he expected much else. Fritter has been shifted into his lap, and conspicuously, Wolfwood's hands are cupped around his lil'... head? As if to spare his little worm ears.

does he have ears? ]

You want me to give you somethin' to twirl about, Blondie?

[ and here, he taps his foot against the uh... big-ass, cloth wrapped cross leaning on the side of the house. ]

Edited 2023-06-10 01:46 (UTC)

OH, you get that too, huh?

[He casts a knowing look at the house- he gets you! Sometimes, sometimes you just love someone who likes to deal with their problems by punching them. It happens!]

I guess that makes sense- you can't really predict where all those bullets are gonna land.

[He glances over at Wolfwood and that...what the holy hell is that?]

...Is that a cross?

Edited (shh I can name) 2023-06-10 17:27 (UTC)

Sure do. It's a full-time job, isn't it.

[ talking about the priest like he's not even here. he's hanging out with his new buddy varian, okay, wolfwood, let him be cool! god. ]

You are NOT shooting that thing in the garden. Quit it.

[ he's gonna shake his new arm at him, as if to scold him, before looking at varian with a bit of a sheepish laugh. ]

I'm great at dodging, but it definitely gets a little complicated when it's more than one at a time.

...

And yeah, it's a cross. But it's not actually a cross. It's his bug stupid gun.

I didn't say I was gonna shoot it in the garden, I said I was gonna shoot it at you.

[ he takes another drag off his cigarette, looking terribly smug for someone who's not currently getting the Vash the Wiggleworm treatment, smirking as Varian comes into mental contact with Cross Punisher. ]

It's a cross and a gun. It's real full of mercy. I'd offer to let you try it out, but...

[ he gives Varian a once over, pity almost in his gaze for a moment. ]

You would probably get squashed trying to pick it up. No offense.

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tristamp icon bc i have so few appropriate trimax gun emotes

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