Lavender Pratchett
Weapon
Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Jan 30, 2013 0:56:15 GMT -5
BANG!
Lavender curled and uncurled her fingers as they resumed their natural state as fleshy appendages, glaring at the target in front of her. The mock-up of Asura's eye was covered in bullet holes, but none had hit the center, although a few had gotten close. "Too far to the left," she muttered, pulling the earplugs from her ears and pursing her lips in displeasure. Why couldn't she hit the bulls-eye? It wasn't enough to hope that her future meister could hit a target. She had to be able to aim as well. Lavender slammed her fist against the wall. "Da- darn it," she nearly cursed under her breath. She had been brought up a lady, and it bothered her that she couldn't even say a regular swear word. Her daddy swore all the time, although it annoyed her papa. At his moment, she wished she had the presence of mind to let loose enough to really, really curse.
Putting the earplugs back in and activating her partial form, she held her arm steady and, grinding her teeth, fired off six shots in quick succession. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click. She needed to reload. Breathing hard, Lavender blew on the barrel of her partial, looking at her handiwork hopefully.
Five of the six shots had landed in the bulls-eye.
Lavender narrowed her eyes, but removed her earplugs once more. She was done for the day. No sense in making herself angry. Her hand returned to normal and she spun on her heel and exited to the lobby, slamming the door open and getting stares from the other students at her abrupt entrance. She didn't care, but did pause at a vending machine before shunning it and opting to get a drink of water from the water fountain nearby. She wasn't going to spend a dollar where it wasn't necessary.
Taking a deep breath and carefully checking to make sure her hair was still in tight curls piled at either side of her head in loose buns, Lavender considered going back to the shooting area and trying again. She smoothed down the front of her Shibusen uniform and turned around to try again. Maybe now that she had calmed down a little, it would be easy to hit the bulls-eye. She had to get all six of her available energy shots to hit the center. It bothered her that she still couldn't get a perfect score. Nothing more for her to do than go and practice more, she supposed.
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Post by Cyrus Owen on Jan 31, 2013 17:35:59 GMT -5
Upon his arrival to America, and more specifically Death City, Cyrus had been preoccupied with setting up all of his belonging in his new dorm room. Having finished he slumped down on his bed to take a break, all that moving had been a bit more work than he had expected. Now what was he supposed to do? Well so far he had yet to see the school that he would be attending so that was probably a good place to start. Now that he thought about it Shibusen was supposed to have a gun range! Seeing what kinds of guns an international school like Shibusen had would be quite interesting. Getting up Cyrus threw on one of the more common school outfits and headed off to the school to find the firing range.
It wasn’t very hard to find the school considering how it was the gigantic building that could be seen even from outside of the Death City borders. Find where the firing range was at happened to be a bit trickier. New students showing up at random being a common occurrence though it was quickly fixed by asking someone. Headed in the right direction he managed to find the range shortly after.
Introducing himself to the teacher in charge of the area he took to putting on the required equipment. Earplugs were easy but it did take him a while to find a good pair of goggles that didn’t interfere with his glasses. It was times like these when he considered switching to contacts but the thought quickly left him. Finally finding an acceptable pair he was all ready to go out and practice. He thought he heard someone leave before he got in though, shame, meeting someone here would be a nice way to get better acquainted with the school.
Being a new student he received one of the more common handguns the school had for singular practice. It was to be expected that the range was more for demon weapons to practice on but the odd meister couldn’t have been that strange of a sight. Sizing up the pistol he checked to see if he had used one before, strangely enough it was one he hadn’t practiced with. Walking up to a line he aimed at the target and fired, the shot hitting on the outer rings of the eye. Finishing off the clip Cyrus looked to see how it had been.
Rather poor honestly. Each shot had gotten better but none had made it past the middle of the target. Cyrus however didn’t seem to be bothered by the poor aim of his shots. Calling up a new target he picked up the pistol again and aimed at the eye. ”Well then, now that I’ve got a bit of a feel for you let’s try this again.” Muttering to no one in particular Cyrus took his time aiming at the target before quickly firing off all the rounds in the clip. Six shots in all ended in six shots clustered around the bulls-eye of the target. Sighing Cyrus set the gun down to look at his shots and relax.
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Lavender Pratchett
Weapon
Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
Posts: 47
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Feb 3, 2013 14:56:13 GMT -5
As Lavender walked in, she noticed that she wasn't alone. A young man was in the middle of firing a handgun. Her curiosity turned to annoyance - he was in her spot! Although, to be fair, she had stomped out in a ragequit, forfeiting any area she had staked a claim on, so Lavender just scooted to a nearby area and quickly activated her partial form, adjusting her goggles with her free hand and checking her earplugs. She hadn't bothered taking the goggles off when she had stormed out. Her dirty looks at this newcomer turned to surprise and then astonishment as he studied his near perfect run.
"NO WAY!" Lavender yelped, her earplugs still in, causing her to speak much louder than normal. He had beat her! It wasn't a contest, but Lavender had been so frustrated, and had been in the firing range every day this week trying to perfect her aim - and this kid waltzes in and gets it perfect!! Lavender felt her partial form deactivate as her hands curled into fists. She hadn't felt this competitive in a very long time. She very carefully uncurled her hands, giving the young man a sideways look.
"You shoot well," she said loudly in what she considered her "Polite But Thinly Veiled Notice That I Could Still Beat You Up" Voice. She had not yet removed her earplugs, so to hear herself she talked much louder than she needed to. "I suppose you think yourself an expert," she baited, her smooth British accent turning down at "expert," her face for a moment becoming sour. Lavender usually didn't care if someone was the best in any field, but if it was a field she wished to succeed in... Lavender was no friend of failure, and she wasn't about to lose, even if the only competition was in her own mind.
She gave the young man a god look-over. He was blond, and looked very comfortable with the handgun he held, which made Lavender jealous. She wished she could be 100% accurate and 100% the best with her partial form - what kind of weapon would she be if she couldn't even hit the bulls-eye? She turned to the target in front of them and squinted at it while she waited for the other student to reply.
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Post by Cyrus Owen on Feb 8, 2013 10:13:58 GMT -5
Free of the gun in his hands Cyrus lifted up his goggles and had them rest on his forehead as to not obscure his eyes. Rental goggles could be bad enough alone and the addition of glasses under them didn’t help by much. Able to see his shots clearer he simply nodded at himself. At least he wasn’t getting that out of practice enough to mess up his shots. It would have been horrible if he couldn’t adjust to different guns here but it looked like he only needed a little bit of time to get familiar with them.
He was interrupted from his train of thoughts, someone had said something that sounded like ‘no way’ even if the sound wasn’t the clearest though his earplugs. Turning he noticed that a girl had walked in and seemed to be the one who had spoken. It was a bit confusing as to why she was reacting the way she was to seeing him simply shooting. Taking out one of his earplugs he looked at the girl who had spoken. She seemed to be here to go shooting on her own so he couldn’t understand where her expression came from. Perhaps she was a regular here and he had done something incorrectly? He hoped that wasn’t the case. He may be new but he didn’t want to cause anyone in the school problems.
Her following up with a compliment threw him off again. Did he do something wrong or what? An expert? Oh that was a preposterous assumption but he could understand her confusion. Some new student shows up and shoots bulls-eyes without much problem. He would just have to correct this misunderstanding. However he did notice that unexpectedly this girl did not sound like he had imagined. Now that he was in America an English accent wasn’t the expectation for other students he encountered.
”Oh most certainly not! I just have a lot of practice is all, hardly expert level.”
Waving his hands as he spoke in an attempt to appear to not be mocking her as he explained. The last thing he wanted was to get on the bad side of some seasoned Shibusen student on his first day at the school. He noticed her looking at the targets so maybe that had something to do with it. Putting on a slight smile he tried to get on better terms with this pink haired individual.
”Besides I’m still new here, I’m sure you can shoot better than me.”
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Lavender Pratchett
Weapon
Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
Posts: 47
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Feb 9, 2013 3:57:14 GMT -5
The pink-haired girl snorted, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms as she turned back to face him. "O-of course I can shoot better!" She said, defensively. "I've been here a while. It's the obvious conclusion," She said, but didn't meet his eyes. That last shot she could never get. She could fairly consistently hit five of her shots in the bulls-eye, thanks to hours of practice logged in the firing range, but it was that last shot! It bothered her more than she cared to admit.
She activated her partial form and signaled for another target. "Let me show you how a real gunslinger does it," she said, nose in the air. She was being extra snooty, but her competitiveness was getting the better of her. The guy seemed really nice, though. Lavender felt slightly bad about how rude she was acting, but her frustration at her inability to shoot a perfect score was getting to her more than she would like admitting. Lavender took failure quite hard.
Taking a deep breath, Lavender raised her arm. Her eyes stared hard at the bulls-eye. Her hand hardly shook. Feeling a sudden surge of energy, Lavender fired off six shots in quick succession. For added effect, she lowered her partial form. She hardly dared to look up. Brushing a stray hair out of her eyes (and noticing far too late that she hadn't bothered putting her goggles back on), she stared at the target.
All six shots had fallen within the center. A perfect score.
"YES!" Lavender shouted, throwing her arms over her head. "I DID IT! Finally! Take that, you wankers! You ain't got nothing on me!!" For a moment, she sounded like her daddy. Duke Geld would have been scandalized by her "crude language," but Richard would have been proud.
In her excitement, she had actually forgotten there was someone else in the range with her. Giving the other student a sheepish, sideways glance and clearing her throat, she said (slightly embarrassed), "See? Nothing to it. Piece of cake. I could do that in my sleep."
Smooth.
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Post by Cyrus Owen on Feb 10, 2013 19:26:55 GMT -5
Perhaps not sounding the most confident in herself the girl did seem to believe she could shoot better than him. Cyrus was interested to see how well she could do along with his general interest in meeting another student who shared his interest in shooting. Hearing that she had been at the school for a while was also something that captured his interest. Being new to the area knowing someone who was familiar with how things worked would be great! That was assuming of course that she wasn’t too mad at him for his previous shooting accuracy. Though if she did shoot better than him that shouldn’t be a problem.
Waiting for her to grab her own gun Cyrus was shocked when he saw her hand transform into one. Her words hardly registered in his shocked state. Of course he knew about the demon weapons, otherwise he wouldn’t be in Shibusen, but Cyrus had not actually seen any before his arrival. Even while he was walking around the school grounds the people seemed to be all in their human forms from what he saw. Actually seeing someone transform part of their body into a weapon took a moment for him to process.
She seemed to be preparing herself but Cyrus wasn’t sure how exactly demon weapons worked on an ammunition level. Normal bullets didn’t seem like they would work and the gun she had transformed her hand into didn’t exactly look like the most modern of weapons. However his thoughts were cut short when her hand went off and six pink shots were sent out of the barrel of her hand. The pink shots were rather round and didn’t look like any kind of metal so he figured this was some form of soul wavelength stuff, that made sense with what little he knew about it.
All of the shots hit their target, much to the elation of the pink haired girl. With how excited she got Cyrus couldn’t help but grin and clap a bit. ”Very nice! I haven’t seen anything like that before.” Not the shooting itself but the weapon abilities. Seeing someone transform into a partial gun and shoot a target on their own was new to him and probably to most people outside of the school. As the girl calmed herself down and spoke to him Cyrus remained where he was and made sure his glasses hadn’t gotten unsettled from the goggles ”Well I’m certainly impressed.”
”I’ve never seen a demon weapon before but that was quite the impressive display. Not exactly like a common gun that I’ve seen but still seems like a rather top notch weapon.”
The idea behind demon weapons was still sinking in for him. Somehow he hadn’t expected to run into one so commonly but now that he thought about it this place was a sort of gathering place for them. Being a demon gun this girl certainly had his interest but he wasn’t quite sure how these sorts of things worked.
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Lavender Pratchett
Weapon
Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
Posts: 47
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Feb 11, 2013 1:55:00 GMT -5
Bobbing down into a bow, Lavender simpered at the positive attention the other student gave her. "Oh please, do go on," she said, quite pleased. However, his next words gave her pause.
"You've never seen a Demon Weapon?" She asked, slightly surprised. She was one to talk, of course - she had never seen a Demon Weapon before her own transformation, but it seemed so normal to her now she barely remembered that there was a time that it hadn't been.
Of course, that wasn't all she wanted to comment on. Her eyes narrowed. Common! Of course she wasn't a common gun! "Seems rather a top-notch weapon?! Huh!" She snorted and crossed her arms. "There isn't anything common about me! My blood is blue!" She said heatedly. "I'm the best Demon Pistol in the school!...And don't you forget it!" She added for emphasis. There wasn't really a way to test the claim, of course, but Lavender's pride had always been prone to hyperbole. It was true that there wasn't another Queen Anne Pistol that she knew of, but of course Lavender was far from the best. She had only a few moments ago shot her first perfect score at the firing range. In fact, she had only been taking classes at Shibusen for a couple months, so she wasn't even that knowledgeable about the school either. She had lived in Nevada for the better part of a year, though, so at least she knew her way around with confidence.
In any case, just because this kid hadn't seen a Demon Gun before didn't excuse him from not being completely in awe of her skills. "I expect you've seen all kinds of guns, uh..." Lavender faltered. She had no idea what to call the other student, so she trailed off. "...You," she finished lamely. Drawing herself up to her full height (which was, admittedly, not tall at all). she squinted at the blond in front of her, moving her hands to rest on her hips. "But regular guns aren't at all comparable to Demon Guns! Just like if a regular sword and a Demon Sword were pitted against each other. It's obviously the Demon Weapon that would win." Lavender patted one of her teased pigtails to check for stray hairs. "Anyways, regular guns don't turn into cute girls. Me: A million points - regular guns: zip!"
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Post by Cyrus Owen on Feb 13, 2013 12:23:11 GMT -5
If anything the surprise in her tone as she questioned his experience with demon weapons was more confusing than the statement itself. The way she spoke made it seem like demon weapons were terribly common and just as frequent as people. Of course in the vicinity of the school this was probably true and he just didn’t realize how many people he passed happened to be demon weapons. Cyrus figured he would probably grow used to this more so after he had spent some more time at the school. What an experience it was to be in America, already things were so different.
However in his state of processing everything it seemed he had said something to upset the girl. My, what the misunderstanding he had stumbled into. Being in Nevada Cyrus did not expect to see anyone of any sort of royalty around the school. Apparently there were even people of that rank in this school despite the emphasis the school had on combat. Making a mental note to keep such things in mind Cyrus did his best to apologize to the poor pink haired girl he managed to unintentionally insult. Lowered a hand he gave a bow to attempt repercussions.
”Please excuse me I’m terribly sorry for the misunderstanding. I was not aware this school housed such individuals. And may I saw it is an honor to meet a weapon of such prestige.”
Righting himself Cyrus stood as she gave him an explanation of the differences between a regular weapon and a demon weapon. It was fascinating to image that there was such a difference between these demon weapons and the sort of regular weapons that he was used to. The only way to be sure of this was to attempt to wield one of these demon weapons and see the difference for himself.
”It is true that I have had the opportunity to see and fire quite the large variety of guns but even so I never had the chance to wield a demon weapon. Of course it would be rather shocking if one of the guns I have suddenly transformed into a cute girl like yourself. Truly the prospect of shooting a demon weapon has my interest peaked. Alas due to my recent arrival I do believe my chances of finding such a weapon are quite limited.”
Hopefully he could find some sort of demon gun that he could fire but that may be more difficult than it sounded. This pink haired gun was rather interesting but he wasn’t sure if she would be very receptive of him asking if he could try wielding her. She did seem to be a good shot on her own and he still didn’t have the basics of demon weaponry down. The last thing he needed to do was make an utter fool of himself trying to make use of a demon weapon while having no clue how to properly wield one. He would have to get a better grip on this whole meister thing.
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Lavender Pratchett
Weapon
Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Feb 13, 2013 18:04:46 GMT -5
Oh. But this guy was really nice, Lavender noticed with a twinge of guilt. She felt her face heat up slightly. "You don't have to bow," she said, clasping her hands behind her back and hunching her shoulders. He was putting up with her, something that didn't usually happen, if she was to be perfectly honest. Her elitist attitude had upset quite a few people when he had gotten to Shibusen. It had hurt when she realized that people didn't appreciate that she was so...far above them, she thought delicately. Lavender didn't want to admit that she was fairly spoiled. She tried so hard to make friends, but eventually had given up stepping on eggshells. Nobody wanted to hang around someone who was always unconsciously bringing up her status. It wasn't even her fault! She couldn't help that she had been born into wealth.
What the blond said roused her from her thoughts. "Don't apologize," she said, smiling at him sheepishly. "It's true I'm of prestige - my father is a duke, after all - but I can sometimes act selfishly. Please forgive my outburst," she conceded, bowing back at the other student. This boy was nice enough to apologize, although it had been her snootiness! He was even British, which warmed her heart to see more people from her homeland. Lavender hated to think he had seen a not so good side of her. And she had been trying so hard to make friends, too!
She straightened up and gave him a genuine smile. "I wasn't lying about shooting well, though! I'm surprised you don't have a partner, even if you're new," she frowned, looking at him. He was a tall, attractive, able bodied young man. The fact that girls weren't swarming all over him puzzled her. If she had known-
Struck by a sudden epiphany, Lavender clapped her hands together. "I have it! You'll be my meister!" She beamed. "I still don't have one and you need an experienced member of the school to teach you the ropes!" She decided for him, completely serious. She didn't even know his name! It didn't even occur to her that he may not like the idea. To her, it was a perfect trade-off! He would obviously be able to shoot well, and Lavender couldn't let him off to go partner with some other Demon Gun. She needed talent like that on her side. Maybe he'd even be interested in boxing!
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Post by Cyrus Owen on Feb 14, 2013 11:46:40 GMT -5
Things were starting to make a bit more sense to Cyrus as the exchange between the two continued. So she was really an upper class individual but people like her seemed to be a minority in the school, if that wasn’t the case it would be very uncommon to see someone as such rejecting words such as his. She may have been here longer than he had but that wasn’t exactly hard considering he had been in the school for barely over an hour. In any case it seemed like she was still transitioning to the new environment herself which may be beneficial to the both of them.
Cyrus would gladly take her compliment about shooting well. Really though, how often does one hear that they shoot well directly from a gun? Alright considering the school that might not be all that out of the ordinary but it was still a new experience for him. Though despite her words he would have been shocked himself to find a partner already. No matter how good of a shot he may be Cyrus had only been to about three places since arriving in America; the airport, the dorms, and his current location in the firing range. Unless weapons dropped from the sky with offers to partner he didn’t see her surprise.
Wait what? That was a rather abrupt shift as well as rather sudden statement. It was nice to know she wasn’t upset with him but a sudden request to be her meister was out of nowhere. She said she was quite the weapon and here he was an inexperienced bloke who hadn’t even seen a demon weapon before today. Her logic behind the reasoning was pretty solid but it still seemed like a huge shift to him, all things considered though he shouldn’t be denying an offer like this.
”Well I guess it’s my turn to be surprised that you lack a partner. Though your logic does fit up quite well. Alright then, if you’re up to try then so am I.”
Checking to make sure his glasses were on correctly and that any previous gun firing had not disheveled him Cyrus cleared his throat and smiled at the pink haired gun who had offered to be his weapon.
”Let’s try to start this off on a better foot. Pleased to meet you, my name is Cyrus Owen and if you’ll have me I would love to try to be your meister.”
There, a much better stat to this whole encounter. Granted he could still foul it by not being as good of a shot as he was with common weapons. That was still to be discovered though so until then he was going to see how this went and hope for the best.
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Lavender Pratchett
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Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Feb 16, 2013 14:09:11 GMT -5
Good, he was for the plan! Lavender hadn't expected him not to be, because she, although 18 years old, still had the childish expectation that everything she wanted she'd get, but luck was with her today. Smiling warmly at her meister, she greeted him politely. "Hello, Cyrus, nice to meet you. I am Lavender Pratchett, Demon Queen Anne Pistol! And you aren't going to try, you're going to do," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I have a feeling in my gut that this meeting was more than just coincidence." Her look was determined. Getting a perfect score and then meeting her meister on the same day? If that wasn't a sign, she didn't know what was. "So, you've never seen a Demon Weapon before, huh?" She said, with a sly look at Cyrus. "Well, try not to to be too impressed. And don't drop me!" She grabbed his hand so that when she transformed, he was sure not to be too shocked to reach out and grab her mid-air. Lavender didn't want to dirty her noble form on the gross floor of the firing range. With that, her body began to glow the same pale purple-pink as the bullets Cyrus had seen earlier. Shifting and shrinking, the pink glow concentrated itself into the shape the gun Lavender's Demon Weapon form took. With a spin, the glow dissipated suddenly, leaving the Queen Anne Pistol in all its glory. It was intricately carved on the handle, the barrel long and shiny. Lavender was very proud of her Weapon form - it was a weapon that nobility had used, after all, but it was powerful and pretty at the same time, something Lavender approved of highly. Where her hand was holding Cyrus's, there would be the handle of the gun, inlaid with silver. Her wavelength would be recognizable to Cyrus as determined and proud. "Pretty amazing, huh?" She said, adjusting to the darkness inside her weapon form. "You shoot and use the gun the same you would with any pistol, except I'm more useful because I can talk back. And I'm better." Regular guns can't get a perfect score by themselves at the firing range, Lavender thought proudly. Whether it was confidence or narcissism, Lavender had no doubts that Cyrus would be impressed. She could already see the headlines as they saved the world! She wondered if Cyrus would let her make him a custom mission outfit so they'd both look devastatingly cool.
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Post by Cyrus Owen on Feb 21, 2013 12:03:55 GMT -5
Along with her introduction Cyrus had to admire her confidence. She seemed so sure he would be a suitable meister despite him having no previous experience. If anything he just had to do better to fit these expectations. Her name seemed the slightest bit familiar but he disregarded it. There probably was some family named Pratchett back in England that she was related to but he couldn’t recall it off the top of his head. No matter, right now was the time for meister thoughts instead of average ones. If this meeting was more than a coincidence like she said then he didn’t have to worry about failing as a meister and just go with what came to mind.
Cyrus wasn’t sure what to expect from Lavender as a demon weapon. She said not to drop her but Cyrus had no intention of doing such a thing. Still not sure what to expect he certainly didn’t imagine she would grab his hand and then begin to glow the same color as the shots she fired earlier. He stood there awestruck as Lavender transformed into her weapon form. The glow was one thing but seeing it transform into a gun shape and then reveal an actual gun was another.
Raising his hand Cyrus brought the gun closer to his face to look over the weapon he was holding. Not like any gun he had fired but not completely alien. A classical gun was indeed a surprise considering how quickly she had fired herself earlier. Then again she wasn’t a normal gun, she was a demon weapon so it was safe to assume they didn’t follow all the rules he was used to. Feeling her wavelength encounter his Cyrus was momentarily surprised before his receptive wavelength adjusted to match with the new soul of Lavender. Closing his eyes he took a breath and opened them, activating his soul perception. Sure enough he could see the pinkish soul that must belong to Lavender inside the gun but caught the beginning of a more tan color.
Deactivating his perception he relaxed and felt the weight of the weapon in his hand. Comparing it to what he knew before Lavender’s voice reached him through his musings. It was indeed amazing and her telling him that she worked like a normal gun was all he needed to hear. Extending his arm he held the gun out and looked like he was aiming. ”Quite amazing! Now let’s see how this goes.”
Aiming at the target he adjusted his glasses and held the pistol with both hands. Slowing his breathing he prepared like he was about to fire any other gun for the first time. Unfamiliar with demon weapons and this gun particularly he wasn’t sure how things were going to unfold. The ammo situation was another thing he didn’t know what to expect with. He could feel his wavelength flow into Lavender and go through all the workings to create a round. She had fired six shots earlier so that was what he expected.
Pulling the trigger the first tan colored shot left the barrel and landed itself firmly to the side of the target. Not hitting any noticeable mark of the bull’s-eye or the kishin eyes. Cyrus however didn’t seem to be bothered by the miss but instead had a small grin form on his face. Taking a breath he took note of the five remaining shots and extended his arm. One arm on the gun he held it out and aimed at the target. In rapid succession he pulled the trigger six times, the last giving him nothing more than a click. The other five shots however all hit within the bull’s-eye. Brining the gun back he exhaled and looked at the target.
”Wow, that was easy to adjust to. Six rounds with good range and power. Certainly quite the weapon even if you couldn’t transform.”
Satisfied with his shots Cyrus continued to think about the firing itself. Taking a mental note of the other factors such as recoil and speed. He had no complaints with the weapon and if they were supposed to be fighting apparent monsters like this he believed they had a pretty good chance at being victorious.
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Lavender Pratchett
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Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Feb 23, 2013 20:01:32 GMT -5
Lavender sniffed, her face appearing in the reflection on the side of the barrel. "I told you, I'm the best!" She said, a touch of pride in her voice. "You aren't half bad, either. Of course my meister would get an almost perfect run the first time he used a Demon Weapon," she boasted, mostly to herself. She was secretly relieved. If he had turned out to be a miserable shot she would have had to eat her words and would have been stuck with an incompetent person, nice personality or not. She was very glad this wasn't the case. The kid could shoot.
As well, it was a very good thing he hadn't been too put off by her...bossy behavior, if she could phrase it delicately. At her old school, before they had moved to Nevada, she had been very popular and enjoyed the company of many friends. Lavender had a circle of close female friends, and had made friends on the boxing team as well due to her secret lessons. She hadn't been lonely, spending her time sewing and exercising and maybe doing homework if she got bored enough. When she had moved to America, though, she had noticed very quickly that the way she interacted with students was not considered normal - her snooty behavior had been more or less common among the students at her old boarding school who belonged to the same financial bracket, but Shibusen was a much more varied pool of people. Taking about her status made people turn from her, which at first had made Lavender angry at how shallow they were, until she realized that the problem likely was with her and how she acted. It had been a very bitter pill to swallow, and she hadn't really been able to get over it.
That is, until now. Cyrus seemed to really understand guns and firearms, which was a useful skill, so of course they already had a solid chance of being victorious in battle. As well, he didn't seem too intimidated by her, another plus. She didn't even mind too much that he probably wasn't as rich as she was. Really, her luck today seemed to be phenomenal. It almost made Lavender wonder what horrible thing would happen next to offset the good.
She turned her attention back to her meister. "So," she prompted. "This impressive enough for you? We make a good enough team?" Of course it was, and of course they did. It wasn't really a question so much as a reiteration of facts Lavender already found to be true.
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Post by Cyrus Owen on Feb 27, 2013 9:31:10 GMT -5
If transforming into a gun alone had caught Cyrus off guard seeing Lavender’s face appear on the gun afterwards certainly did. What else could these demon weapons do? Just when he thought they were done surprising him Lavender went and did something new to throw him off. It seemed that the appearance and talking were the only features she had of her human form while in the state of a gun so that was interesting. He was determined to find out more about the workings of demon weapons now to get a better grasp of everything, luckily that wouldn’t be too hard considering that he was in essentially the central of demon weapon activity.
He was satisfied with his shooting as much as Lavender was. Firing a gun for the first time always took some getting used to and he was mainly glad he didn’t miss any more after getting his bearings. It was an odd experience shooting a demon gun but not that much different from a normal weapon. The recoil was decreased significantly from any similar common gun and the ammo seemed to come from his soul as well. Good things to keep in mind for the future when his aiming would be of more importance than grouping together a few shots on a target.
That was the main thing he had studied up on before leaving for America, Shibusen’s goal. He had skipped over the details of demon weapons and mesiters and all those things when he was getting ready and passed to the things he would be doing. They were supposed to fight these kishin things that were humans that had been corrupted by the influence of madness. These creatures were things he was supposed to go out and hunt to make the world a safer place, almost like what his dad did in a way. With Lavender as his weapon this seemed like a completely doable goal.
Hearing Lavender speak up he looked at the gun with her face on it to hear what the weapon was about to say. Her questions were honest in theory even if he believed them to be a tad unnecessary. Who wouldn’t be impressed with something like that? She also brought up the team concept and he couldn’t agree more with her statement. Maybe not his ideal weapon considering the many he had used but certainly not subpar in any sense.
”Impressive enough? I can’t imagine much being more impressive than that. And I do say we make quite the team. If I am correct the best way to assure this would be to take one of the missions the school offers, and pass it with flying colors!”
Cyrus was pretty sure they could take on whatever kishin thing they ran into. Granted he had no idea what kishin were aside form corrupted souls but that wasn’t important. They could easily take on a mission and utterly clean up, at least that was what he thought at the moment.
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Lavender Pratchett
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Demon Queen Anne Pistol
Because I'm a Lady, that's why!
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Post by Lavender Pratchett on Mar 3, 2013 19:39:56 GMT -5
Leaping delicately out of Cyrus's hands and, pink glow enveloping the gun and stretching form to once again turn into the teen girl she normally was, Lavender brushed nonexistant dirt off her uniform and adjusted the skirt. She had landed expertly on her feet, as per usual.
"Of course we'll pass! It's impossible for us to do anything less than amazing," Lavender said, putting her hands on her hips and tilting her chin up. "Missions will be easy for us." She elbowed Cyrus, grinning. "Don't look so serious, it'll be fun!"
Whether it was terminal over-confidence or a willing refusal to admit defeat, Lavender was in incredibly good spirits. Closing her eyes and placing a delicate hand over her collarbone, gesturing at herself, she beamed. "Well, I guess we better get to know each other! I am Lavender, as you know, daughter of Duke Pratchett and the famous boxer Richard Geld. I am 18 years old, blood type AB, and my favorite colors are red, blue, pink, olive green, and white. My favorite food is ice cream, and I will one day be the most famous fashion designer in the world." She didn't say her boxing dreams out loud. Lavender was still surprisingly shy about telling people about her passion, and preferred people to see her as a fashionista instead of an athlete, although she was both.
She opened her eyes and gestured at Cyrus. "Your turn!"
In hindsight, she should have found out these things before she had claimed him as her meister, but sooner late than never, right? Anyways, she didn't need to know every little detail about his life to know that he was handy with a gun and he was nice enough, in the short time she had known him. If he had some wierd interests, like bullfighting, she'd just have to deal with it. It wasn't like she was one to talk, with her boxing and sewing hobbies coexisting.
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