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So a prosecutor and a soldier walk into a forest...

Jan 07, 2011 02:40

Who: deceptive_lulz aaaand whip_the_fools
When: Backdated like a BOSS to December 12th (because god I was lame, during the holidays), during the morning.
Where: Sector 5, one of the forests in the area.
Summary: Sarina believes that no one should ever be left defenseless, so she takes it upon herself to teach Franziska the art of shooting.
Warnings: SHOOTING...things of an ( Read more... )

franziska von karma, laughing beauty

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dancing_pierrot January 7 2011, 15:33:48 UTC

It was with some nervous anticipation that Franziska made her way to the directed meeting place that day, breath hanging heavy in front of her as she walked through the morning cold. Firstly, there was the generally ill-advised nature of meeting a relative stranger in some secluded location, especially one who she knew would be armed. It wasn't something that she would have ever considered back home, but she was starting to realize circumstances were intangibly different here -- well, she supposed one reason for it could be that guns were less of a comparative threat when a stranger could kill another with the powers of their mind. Yet, that did not make meeting one alone any more wise, but she would stop dwelling on that, because Franziska von Karma did not make poor decisions, and thus, there was no reason to.

She still had her whip, after all. Now, that she could comfortably keep curled in one fist, although she supposed she would have to settle it down somewhere to learn how to shoot this gun of hers, but it was comfortable; ( ... )

deceptive_lulz January 8 2011, 01:58:23 UTC

As Sarina was approached by her mere acquaintance of a student, she greeted her with an awkward sort of smile. Of course, a smile was typically adorned on her face anyway because of her rather peculiar affliction, but she always felt rather inept when it came to actually dealing in civil matters. Even if she did have a natural ability to blend into her surroundings (they didn’t call her a stealth expert for no reason), she still knew she had a lot to learn when it came to dealing with people. It was frustrating not being able to understand everything, but she was trying“Not at all, Ms. - ah - Von Karma.” Her own words came out in an anxious matter; she wanted to appear friendly, but she was so inexperienced with dealing with people that she typically defaulted to responses she learned from her occupation of waitressing. Being a master of observing people and mimicking them, she was able to program the necessary responses within her mind, though she typically had a hard time actually feeling the proper emotion behind the words. Even if ( ... )

dancing_pierrot January 9 2011, 14:06:44 UTC

Franziska observed the other woman closely while she spoke; she'd heard the laughter over the NV, yet hadn't been entirely certain what to make of it. She'd passed it off as nervousness at the method of communication; for how prevalent phone-related phobias tended to be back home -- honestly, the number of witnesses she'd interviewed who hadn't phoned the police immediately because they were scared of sounding foolish on the telephone -- most people didn't seem to take issue with it here. Perhaps it was because the culture was built around the network, maybe it was the ability to observe other conversations and receive reassurance that they were not the only fools around. Whatever it was, it was different. Yet, it was a difference she had gotten used to, 'home' now used most commonly to refer to her Siren's Port apartment rather than GermanyAnyway, so perhaps it was still a nervous habit -- but in reaction to what, precisely? Was this the right type of person to be teaching her how to shoot a gun? These thoughts were the main factor ( ... )

deceptive_lulz January 11 2011, 19:31:59 UTC

As Franziska set out the weapon, Sarina first glanced at the woman's movements, noting the nervousness; though it was through her actions, rather than her expression, that she was able to pick this up. She didn't blame the woman; though it had been many years, she too was once afraid of wielding a weapon. That is until she was injected with the nanomachines that enhanced her combat performance. Sometimes she wished she could go back to the days of being normal...but she supposed that incident would forever be burned into her head. At least as an enhanced soldier, she had a way to protect herself ( ... )

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