[It's just another normal day in Mayfield, which naturally means at least one of it's residents has to be up to something. Today that happens to be Kyoko. She's decided she needs to get out and do something other than sitting around the house; besides, she's already altered enough of the clothes so she can carry her items. So, what does this
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*Sniper is standing behind her and to the left, just watching. Really he's critiquing her aim.*
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They can be re-sharpened. Besides, I don't have any straw to make proper dummies.
[And she may just be watching you closely. She doesn't like people coming up on her like that]
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If you say so. Jus' seems loike a weird thing t' be practicin' your aim on.
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Do you have a better idea? I looked around the house but didn't see much that would work that we didn't actually need.
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*He shrugged.*
Plates it is I guess.
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[As if this is a totally normal conversation to be having]
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It's big, but at 300 meters it serves it's purpose. Jus' practice afterall.
*This is a totally normal conversation for Sniper.*
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It still seems an awfully large target. Unless you're fighting a very large man, mattresses are wider and taller than most people.
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*Unfortunately for the residents of Mayfield, Sniper isn't about to just let someone question his aim and get away with it. He unstraps his gun from his back, takes aim... And about 400 meters away a street lamp shatters. Sorry residents, guess you'll be walking in the dark in that particular area.*
Loike I said. Just practice.
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[Oh and Sniper's earned a faint smile from her, almost playful. She likes these sorts of games.]
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*His expression is unreadable as he looks over at her.*
Pick one.
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He must be a giant if he's bigger than a mattress. An easy target, possibly.
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*He cracks his neck and takes aim again. He's a bit concerned now that he's noticed how they're standing. He doesn't like having anyone behind him, especially when all his attention is focused down the barrel of his scope. But pride is getting the better of him here. Another street lamp down. He smirks and cocks the chamber back, letting the spent shell drop on the grass.*
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[But she nods, giving him a long look]
You're rather good.
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I 'ave t' be. It's my job.
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