Do It Like You Mean It [Thread, Open] [Tenten]
Who: Tenten & You~!
When: 0530, May 26th
Where: 1-A Shooting Range
Warnings: Tiny Asian with a Big Gun
It's codename was 'Targe,' and it was the most beautiful weapon Tenten had ever created, if she did say so herself. It was not only aesthetically pleasing, it was functional. The barrel of the gun was large enough to accommodate the 50-calibur multi-effect bullets, the weight was doable, considering Tenten had to lie down to fire most of her sniper rifles. The weapons expert practically purred with excitement as she checked her gun again.
She felt equally nauseous and excited. Was this what love was? It had to be, Tenten had never been so happy before, because Targe was of her own flesh and blood. There was something different about developing a weapon and just pulling whatever random thing that would do the job. It took more finesse, more thought.
But enough of that philosophical thought. It was time to test Targe's capabilities. Tenten put her goggles over her eyes and took aim at the subject several hundred meters away. "Targe Test - Sierra-Niner-Alpha-Zero, Fifty-Cal," she murmured into her microphone and pulled the trigger.
The explosion rocked the ground, scattered debris and Tenten squeaked in surprise as she, too, was pushed back by the force of the gun, knocking against the concrete wall behind her. Her vision swam wildly, and she felt ill, but all she could think was, "What a pretty explosion."
When: 0530, May 26th
Where: 1-A Shooting Range
Warnings: Tiny Asian with a Big Gun
It's codename was 'Targe,' and it was the most beautiful weapon Tenten had ever created, if she did say so herself. It was not only aesthetically pleasing, it was functional. The barrel of the gun was large enough to accommodate the 50-calibur multi-effect bullets, the weight was doable, considering Tenten had to lie down to fire most of her sniper rifles. The weapons expert practically purred with excitement as she checked her gun again.
She felt equally nauseous and excited. Was this what love was? It had to be, Tenten had never been so happy before, because Targe was of her own flesh and blood. There was something different about developing a weapon and just pulling whatever random thing that would do the job. It took more finesse, more thought.
But enough of that philosophical thought. It was time to test Targe's capabilities. Tenten put her goggles over her eyes and took aim at the subject several hundred meters away. "Targe Test - Sierra-Niner-Alpha-Zero, Fifty-Cal," she murmured into her microphone and pulled the trigger.
The explosion rocked the ground, scattered debris and Tenten squeaked in surprise as she, too, was pushed back by the force of the gun, knocking against the concrete wall behind her. Her vision swam wildly, and she felt ill, but all she could think was, "What a pretty explosion."