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WHO: Garrus Vakarian, open to all
WHERE: A firing range! ...Somewhere.
WHEN: Thursday afternoon, three pm-ish
SUMMARY: Everybody gets together to shoot at paper people after a long week of Nazifest 2010. Tag yourselves in! And, er, feel free to make your own non-Garrus related threads. He's just the organizer.
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any? A lot of cops here.
FORMAT: Blah probably para due to my inability to do anything else. Feel free to switch it up.

The first time he actually fired his handgun, the recoil almost flipped it entirely out of his hands. Since then, Garrus had been dead-set on getting more accustomed to modern weaponry - he had his rifle, which was extremely fortunate, but he couldn't keep it on him 24/7. So here he was, getting lectured by a totally unconcerned-by-his-appearance woman behind a counter on proper gun safety which he was pretty sure was only because he was an imPort.

"And we can't allow you to fire that...rifle...inside our building," The mousy woman pointed at the rifle in his grip, the one he'd brought to practice with. "We have an outdoor area for those types of weapons. I'm not certain on whether or not you can fire it on the premises period."

"Alright, but-"

"I'm not finished, sir. Proper gun safety mandates that you aim the barrel fully away from your body when firing-"

Garrus just leaned onto the counter, chin in his hand. It had to have been an hour of lectures, paperwork, and waving other passersby off when they tried to get a look at the futuristic gun he was packing. "I suppose it doesn't mean anything at all to you that I'm an officer of the law and know how to fire a weapon, does it."

"Despite that, I need to be certain you know exactly how to use our weapons. And that weapon needs to be unloaded before you leave the facility, sir."

"I can't unload it. It's permanently loaded."

"...Sir, I don't think I understand. You cannot leave this facility without unloading your weapon, sir," she said louder, as if he were deaf. Garrus just sighed and put a hand over his eyes.

Today was shaping up wonderfully already.

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"Permanently loaded, huh?" Anna said, trying to bite back comments about what that would mean for an ANIMa weapon. "How does that work?"

She takes out a .38 Special, cracks open the cylinder, and palms the shells.

Garrus glances back at her over his shoulder, waving his hand idly at the woman behind the counter while she keeps on talking.

"A tiny computer inside the gun shaves off just enough metal from a block of steel also inside the weapon to be lethal when fired. This means the gun can be fired thousands of times without being reloaded - the only real problem is overheating." He tosses a glance at the woman behind the counter, who's fallen noticeably silent. "There's no reloading or unloading. You just keep firing until the steel runs out. Slugs are outdated, haven't been used in ages. Not with any routine weapons."

"You are from much further in the future than Right Now o'clock, bub," Anna cracked. "Then again, I was from Next Sunday A.D. from the look of it."

"I don't think I ever asked your name?"

Garrus smirked slightly, though it was hard to tell with his turian facial structure. "Two centuries, give or take a decade. It's a little difficult to get used to, but I think I'm doing pretty well. How are you acclimating?"

He glanced off at the ranges, then glanced back. "Garrus Vakarian. It's nothing important, just a name. Yours?"

"Seven years, near as I can tell... I figure that if I'm here, it's to give an early warning system if what took out my world goes for this one." She scowls, putting out a cigarette with a little more force than is needed.

"Anna Lin, once Major, now just another imPort. Let's put holes in things."

Jack showed up early, and already has his earmuffs on and is slamming handgun rounds through the heads and centers-of-mass of multiple paper targets like a machine. An accurate, angry, grim-faced machine.

Jono showed up early too, but he's being a little less angry with the shooting. This time last week, maybe he'd be slamming the targets with a little more fury and abandonment, but he's a lot calmer, now.

He's beside Jack for a while, pausing every once in a while to watch the older man. How does he hit it every time?

Jack saw Jono out of his peripheral vision and stopped shooting long enough to turn and nod. After this long in the City, seeing someone with blue skin no longer fazed him, especially if it was a police officer.

Mara hadn't had any problems with bringing her regular weapons, or the slug machines that she'd had to adapt to using since arriving. She brought her weapons from home merely as a homage. She couldn't shoot them too much, she couldn't waste the tibanna gas charges, but she often carried them along with her lightsaber as both a comfort and as last resort.

She'd had no trouble getting in, but her conceal and carry permit ensured that they knew that she knew how to use a gun. Her Avengers card normally ensured the same as well. She may have been the relatively mysterious members of the team, but people recogized who "Ronin" was as well.

After pulling on the headphones, she began shooting down a tube, using her strength to cut down on the recoil.

Hiruma, on the other hand, showed up later. He waves to the lady lecturing Garrus and she just nods at him. He's here so often, he had heard the lecture several times and she didn't bother with the pointy eared bastard any more. Plus the fact that he had found out some certain information about... well, she didn't want to say. She also didn't want to lose her job due to Hiruma's "Knowledge" so he got a free pass.

The spiky-haired Japanese boy cackled his distinctive (and annoying) laugh and leaned on the counter next to Garrus. "You must be that guy. Garrus, right? Kekeke."

Yes, Garrus glanced between Hiruma and the woman suspiciously, but waved it off with a slight bit of envy. He glanced at Hiruma and brushed off the annoying laughter as best he could, giving a slight nod.

"Garrus Vakarian." Kekeke? "And you're...Hiruma, right? I don't know your surname. But it's good to see this many people here - it'd just be awkward if I were here alone."

Hiruma laughed again. He laughed a lot, less as a sign of amusement any more so much as a sort of punctuation. "Hiruma is my surname, but it's what I go by." He took a stick of gum from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He really had been in the City too long; he didn't even stare at the alien, didn't find him weird looking or strange at all. It still weirded him out sometimes how normal weird shit was around here.

"Open invites tend to get a decent amount of pings, kekeke. And there's plenty of people on the network who got a soft spot for firearms!" Hiruma gave the lady behind the counter a look before saying, "I'm with him, I'll vouch." The lady didn't look particularly happy about it, but it seemed that Garrus was now in the clear.

The spiky blonde took a pair of the provided ear protection and put them on. A lot of good they did; the pointy tips of his ears stuck out behind them. But they helped a bit. Then, out of nowhere, he pulled some sort of machine gun. I have no idea about guns, but this thing is tough cookies.

Garrus glanced between Hiruma and the woman behind the counter, and smirked - though it was hard to tell. "Smooth. And, er, thanks - it probably saved me a lot of time." He gave the woman a nod, before also taking a pair of ear protection and...staring at it, more or less. Damn not having anything designed especially for turians in this time period. Deciding he'd more or less be fine, not that he could wear them anyway, he sat them back on the desk and was immediately distracted by the gun Hiruma pulled out of nowhere.

"...You weren't kidding when you said you knew quite a bit about guns, were you?" It was really all he could think to say at the moment. I mean, gun out of nowhere.

"I know just about everyone in this town. Kekekee." The statement was simple enough, taken at face value. But it was certainly... sinister, in some way. Very sinister.

Hiruma polished the gun a bit with his shirt and grinned, "Kekeke. It's one of my many skills. I don't even have the porter to thank for that one." To be honest, Hiruma never thought it was weird, pulling guns out of the ether. "I know plennnttty about guns."

Garrus caught the sinister way the words could be taken, was put on-guard by it - call it a gut urge, call it a cop's intuition. Whatever it was, it was telling him to be careful. Then again he was second-guessing that almost immediately as his Saren-induced sense of paranoia possibly finally setting it. Who could know?

He lifted his own futuristic rifle in hand, comforted by its familiar weight in his hands. "That's something - where I come from, we have to carry everything. Gets to be a damn nuisance after a little while." He gave a noncommittal shrug of his shoulders, then glanced at his rifle and back to Hiruma. I have no idea what model his rifle is, pretend it's Viper, which is sorta like a semiautomatic sniper rifle. Bitchin'.

"Really? Seen anything like this?"

Hiruma didn't care. He'd been evading the law here for long time, and even longer back home. No one expects the 18 year old con man. But today wasn't about cons or blackmail, it was about guns.

Bitchin. "I can see how it would be! Kekeke. Some time ago, this guy was selling infinite pocket belts. I think he's gone now, though."

Hiruma tilted his head and twitched his ears, looking at the rifle. "Daaamn. That's what they got in the future? Nice piece."

Sarah was in a zone. It was probably dangerous that she was so focused on the repetition, that she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings as closely as she normally did, but... she didn't care. Maybe she was mellowing out in this place, John would have been proud.

Another four shots and her gun was empty. She pulled the muffs off ehr ears and proceeded to reload the clip from the box as she hit the button to pull the bullet-ridden target forward. They were all center-mass, but drifted to the right.

Maybe her sights were off.

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mun does not know anything about guns and has no idea where to even start looking so uh SORRY

fklsdkflj bb I have no idea about guns either YOU ARE NOT ALONE /bullshits everything

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