i'm gonna show him what little girls are made of

[culver]

WHO: Nill & Heine.
WHERE: Somewhere unpopulated, near the church.
WHEN: Tuesday afternoon (I'M SORRY THIS IS LATE, EPPY).
WARNINGS: Nill with a gun.
SUMMARY: Heine teaches Nill how real men shoot.
FORMAT: Quickquickquick.

[The decision to learn how to use a gun was one that took Nill a while to make. While she wasn't extremely confident in her kung-fu abilities, she was still decent. But not decent enough for her to protect herself if it really came down to it. She knew there were bad people here, people who wouldn't hesitate to kill her if she got in their way. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she hoped that having a weapon would at least be some kind of deterrent.

That was the plan, at least.

She had tried to find the least lolita of her dresses, but had failed miserably. There was just no escaping her powers. Shoes off, she was balancing on the back of one of the pews, wings flared, arms stretched out for balance. Waiting.]

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IT'S OKAY I'M LATE WITH THE REPLY SO.

[rabhas]

[ Heine still hadn't exactly decided whether or not this was a good thing, but his options here were limited. His usual choice of babysitter had yet to show up (fucking Bishop) and Nill needed to at least know how to work a gun, on the off-chance something happened when he wasn't around.

He picked up his gun off the altar (respect, what the fuck is that?) and wove his way through the pews to hold it out to her. ]

HOORAY FOR LATENESS

[culver]

[She looks at him when she hears the gun leave the table, and stands on the pew for a moment longer before hopping towards the ground, wings flapping to slow her descent. Nill looks at the weapon for just another split second before reaching out with both hands to take it from him. It was heavier than it looked. Heine always made it look like it weighed no more than a feather. She holds it up like she's seen him do (maybe not perfectly, certainly not parallel with the floor).]

STILL LATER AGLJSGAKF also yeah i know fuck all about guns ajflkda

[rabhas]

[ He reaches out, pushing her hands up so she holds the gun higher. The saftey was on, would stay on for the foreseeable future. ]

For now, keep it at eye level. All that fancy shit comes later.