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Guns and Gunners [active]

Nov 15, 2006 13:40

Character(s): Ramirez, anyone who cares to join. (Like the other gunners if they're not busy *hinthint*)
Content: Ramirez checks out the shiny guns... and realizes he doesn't know what the heck he's doing. Hm.
Setting: The Hajimaru, at that place with all the guns.
Time: Monday, Week 2, Morning.
Warnings: Currently? None~

( There were only so many times he could check guns over before he started to feel as if he might go mad--especially since, strictly speaking, he wasn't qualified to be a gunner. )

cloud strife, monday2, ramirez, week2, hajimaru

Comments 10

andredemption November 17 2006, 11:28:35 UTC

Well, he'd been watching the guy checking over the guns for quite a while now. Even though Cloud wasn't really the type to take amusement at other people's expense, not really, it was becoming more and more apparent that the other didn't really know what he was doing. As far as Cloud knew, the guy was one of the designated gunners; who applied for a position without knowing what they were doing?

From his position on the cannon at the opposite side of the ship, he called out:

"Hey. You." He wasn't really very good at addressing people, but there was no point in having a liability on the ship that was likely to cause problems later. Cloud waited for acknowledgement - there was no way he was getting up and walking over there. If the other wanted to learn how the cannons worked, then he would just have to come over here.

It wasn't like it was even that difficult, really. However, Cloud was aware that he cut quite an intimidating figure, sat on a cannon with the rather large sword and the demon wing. Perhaps the person would run away ( ... )

silveradmiral November 18 2006, 02:27:45 UTC

Ramirez looked up at the speaker.

He visibly paused, taking in the wing and sword. Mainly the wing. Otherwise the blond seemed quite normal. For a given value of normal, anyway. And, if memory served him right, this man was also a fellow gunner. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or just unnerved, and settled for a strange mix of both.

"Yes?" he said, and slowly walked over, stopping a foot or two away--far enough that he could easily jump back out of range of the blond's huge sword. It was habit, really. Keep away from sharp, pointy things and there will be less of a chance of getting stabbed. He made sure to keep his green eyes on the man's face and off his wing, as well, and to keep his expression as blank as possible.

andredemption November 19 2006, 17:04:37 UTC

Cloud was fighting very hard not to be amused (or at least, almost amused) by the way that the other was straining himself not to look at his wing. Probably he thought, as many timid people did, that if he was to look openly at the appendage they would receive a sword to the throat. Cloud was aware that his appearance was somewhat intimidating, but he wasn't going to make apologies for it. He wasn't particularly keen on looking this way.

But the guy was going to have to learn to use a gun before they got to the Panama canal. There was probably going to be use for them there.

"So, you don't know how to use one of these, right?" Cloud commented wryly, patting one of the guns; the kid was probably going to be horrified that Cloud had been able to tell that just by looking at him, but Cloud had found out that you could see many things just by looking.

silveradmiral November 19 2006, 23:00:05 UTC

There was a long, drawn-out pause. "... No, I don't," Ramirez admitted. Well. The man was certainly... blunt. And amused, by the look of it. Ramirez couldn't help but feel as if the situation as a whole was a little humiliating, but it was his fault, anyway; he'd have to deal with it.

He took a deep breath. "I was hoping you could teach me," he said, and it was very, very clear that he had to force the words out. He did it with a determined set to his jaw, though, and absolutely did not falter, blush, or look away. He was going to learn how to be a proper gunner if it killed him, and if he had to lower himself by asking for help, then so be it. He refused to be a liability.

andredemption November 19 2006, 23:07:14 UTC

He hadn't thought the other was actually going to ask; first impressions had dictated that he was far too stubborn. Cloud's mouth did not turn in amusement, but there was some further change in his gaze, eyes showing the laughter he would never actually voice. "I see," He intoned, thoughtfully. Well, he seemed to be signing up to teach people things enough of late; this was just another person in the chain.

"Alright," He agreed, and slid down off of the gun. All he had been planning to do was sit here and watch the scenery go by anyway, and there wasn't an awful lot of scenery at the moment, so at least this was something to apply his brain to. "But first-" He wasn't going to attempt to teach this guy anything without: "You don't interrupt. You listen. You don't ask me to repeat myself after I've taught you because you weren't listening." Ground rules.

Cloud was known, by the few who did know him, as one who would never choose to waste his breath.

silveradmiral November 21 2006, 09:18:58 UTC

Was the blond... laughing at him? Ramirez pressed his lips together. Well, no. Of course not. The blond didn't seem like the kind of person to laugh, honestly. (Not that Ramirez was ever a good judge of people.) But he could see laughter in the man's eyes, and it made Ramirez frown. The situation really was humiliating.

He nodded, though, in response the man's instructions. They were fair enough. Ramirez wasn't the kind of person to interrupt anyone, anyway. Or talk, for that matter. He was quiet content to just stand, watch, and listen.

andredemption November 23 2006, 19:30:48 UTC

Seeing that his terms had been easily accepted, Cloud nodded, before saying:

"It's pretty simple." He moved to the front of the gun, taking a meaningful glance over his shoulder; "Like firing a gun, except bigger and you have to reload every shot." There were a stock of cannonballs nearby - he pointed at one, saying: "You tilt the barrel upward and roll a shot in. Then return to the other side, aim it at your target, and light the charge."

Having returned to that side of the cannon and pointed out the appropriate area, "Then, the charge explodes, firing the cannonball from the barrel." That was enough of an explanation, as far as he was concerned.

"Questions?" He asked, simply.

silveradmiral November 25 2006, 02:21:44 UTC

Ramirez listened carefully; he went over the explanation again in his mind, committing them to memory. He was grateful, at least, of the apparent fact that cannons were a lot easier to use than he'd thought. Even if guns had never been his strong point, it seemed he'd be able to use the cannons well enough.

When the blond asked if he had any questions, Ramirez shook his head. The explanation had been straightforward enough.

andredemption November 26 2006, 17:09:44 UTC

"Fair enough." Cloud answered simply. Well, that prevented any future horrors with them needing to have operative gunners and not actually having more than one who knew what they were doing, at least - this guy seemed competent enough, at least. but, just to check.

"Explain what I just said to me as if I were new at it, then."

It was the best way to prove someone had actually learned something, he'd been told.

silveradmiral November 27 2006, 10:46:31 UTC

Ramirez barely stopped himself from snorting. Did the man think he was an idiot? He wasn't a child that needed to be quizzed constantly. He had, as the man had requested, listened, and listened well.

But he obediently said, "Tilt the barrel up and roll a shot in"--and here he nodded towards the cannonballs the blond had earlier pointed out--"walk to the other side, aim, and light the charge. When the charge explodes, the cannonball will be fired from the barrel. You'll need to reload after every shot, of course." The words were delivered with a near-monotone.