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vatheon2012-09-29 02:34 pm
wavesoakedlegs) wrote in vatheon2012-09-29 02:34 pm
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a near-miss
Who: Akechi Mitsuhide (wavesoakedlegs) and anyone.
Where: A temporary shooting range, set up in a clear spot on the island.
When: September 29th, late afternoon.
Style: Prose to begin, but I am happy to match anything else.
Status: Open!
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Mitsuhide had not practised with a rifle for quite some time.
It had only occured to him a few days beforehand that he was neglecting his training in the weapon. No amount of skill would survive months and months without any kind of practise at all, and so, with the help of some locals, Mitsuhide had set up a temporary range. This was where he was currently sat, gun raised and gaze fixed on one of the targets.
Though originally trained in the use of tanegashima, Mitsuhide had now opted to use a slightly more modern flintlock rifle. There were much later, more developed rifle types available, but those were a little out of his comfort zone right now. Better to build up to such things, while practising enough to maintain his good aim.
Once, the Akechi gun-trained units had been somewhat famous. Most of those loyal, skilled men were now lost to the pages of history. Mitsuhide would always feel guilty about the lives that were lost fighting in his own name, but perhaps maintaining his own abilities with the gun would honour his army, in some manner.
Bang!
Even as he pulled the trigger, Mitsuhide knew he was going to miss. Allowing his thoughts to wander had cost him, and as he stood up, he sighed deeply. It was a near-miss, but did it really matter how close it had been? A miss was a miss, that was all there was to it.
"Blast," he muttured to himself. "A foolish error..."
A lot more practise was going to be necessary. For the moment, however, Mitsuhide sat down fully, put the rifle to one side and picked up a bottle of water he had brought with him. His gaze still wandered over the range as he drank, pondering on each of the shots he had made so far. There had been plenty of hits as well, but he was not satisfied with many of them either.
wavesoakedlegs) and anyone.Where: A temporary shooting range, set up in a clear spot on the island.
When: September 29th, late afternoon.
Style: Prose to begin, but I am happy to match anything else.
Status: Open!
~
Mitsuhide had not practised with a rifle for quite some time.
It had only occured to him a few days beforehand that he was neglecting his training in the weapon. No amount of skill would survive months and months without any kind of practise at all, and so, with the help of some locals, Mitsuhide had set up a temporary range. This was where he was currently sat, gun raised and gaze fixed on one of the targets.
Though originally trained in the use of tanegashima, Mitsuhide had now opted to use a slightly more modern flintlock rifle. There were much later, more developed rifle types available, but those were a little out of his comfort zone right now. Better to build up to such things, while practising enough to maintain his good aim.
Once, the Akechi gun-trained units had been somewhat famous. Most of those loyal, skilled men were now lost to the pages of history. Mitsuhide would always feel guilty about the lives that were lost fighting in his own name, but perhaps maintaining his own abilities with the gun would honour his army, in some manner.
Bang!
Even as he pulled the trigger, Mitsuhide knew he was going to miss. Allowing his thoughts to wander had cost him, and as he stood up, he sighed deeply. It was a near-miss, but did it really matter how close it had been? A miss was a miss, that was all there was to it.
"Blast," he muttured to himself. "A foolish error..."
A lot more practise was going to be necessary. For the moment, however, Mitsuhide sat down fully, put the rifle to one side and picked up a bottle of water he had brought with him. His gaze still wandered over the range as he drank, pondering on each of the shots he had made so far. There had been plenty of hits as well, but he was not satisfied with many of them either.
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For someone who preferred swords to guns, and was able to dodge bullets effortlessly, it seemed like a waste of time. There were very few feelings as indulgent as a blade cutting flesh. You just didn't get that with a gun. And so, as he heard the gun firing and noticed someone hitting a target...
... well...
Have a Ramirez stalking from afar. Mostly out of curiosity; he hadn't seen that model of gun before. Oddly enough, despite the Valuan Armada having some very fancy ship-mounted weapons as well as full-sized tanks... their actual firearms weren't that fancy.
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Before actually making the shot, however, the samurai looked around. He spotted Ramirez in the distance, but the other man was most definitely not in any danger where he stood. Good.
Mitsuhide looked back at the chosen target, and after a few seconds...
Bang.
This time the shot hit. It was definitely a big improvement on the previous one; when Mitsuhide stood afterwards, he looked satisfied. He lowered the rifle and smiled a little.
"A much worthier shot..."