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Seras Victoria ([personal profile] newbvampire) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2010-05-18 02:50 pm

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WHO: Seras Victoria, Open
WHERE: Police HQ firing range. May transition to a safer location if the Harkonnen is tested.
WHEN: 18 May sometime in the early evening.
SUMMARY: Seras is training, and trying out some new weapons.  She might possibly take the new Harkonnen out for a spin later.
WARNINGS: Guns! Guns! Guns!
FORMAT: Para to begin with, but whatever you feel like after. Surprise me.

Feeling especially motivated Seras decided to log some time at the range. In front of her was an assortment of arms she'd signed out from the armory for practice. This consisted for the moment of several large caliber pistols in an attempt to find something a bit closer to what she was used to. None of the guns being designed for vampires she found them lacking in one thing or another. She debated asking Pokey to build her a pistol, but it just didn't feel right. Not so soon after he'd made the Harkonnen, and hadn't even asked for anything in return.

Speaking of the Harkonnen she'd pulled out it as well to do some standard maintenance on it. Nothing elaborate, just ensuring it was cleaned, and lubed so it would be ready whenever it was finally needed. In the mean time it was sitting on its bipod on the table looking quite menacing.  Not that this was a difficult thing for it to accomplish. She hoped to be able to take it out, and test it fully soon. 

After ensuring the weapons were prepared Seras stepped up to the shooting booth, and released the slide on the pistol, a Desert Eagle in .50 AE. It was one of the largest calibers she could find. The target was set all the way at the end of the range at 50 yards. A long range for a pistol for anyone else. Using her third eye Seras calmly fired off the entire magazine very quickly the pistol not moving at all under her grip. A neat, and tight group was punched through both the heart, and head of the target. She felt quite proud of herself looking at it. She really had improved.

With the weapon cleared, and on safe she switched it out for another, and repeated the same drill. She continued to do this until she'd tested each weapon at least once. Sadly she hadn't found something she felt was worth going through the trouble to replace the issue sidearm. Deciding to take a break she sat down to load up magazines for another round of shooting.

[ooc] Because not everyone is familiar with Hellsing the Harkonnen looks like this. It won't be an exact copy, but close enough. This version is only one of the cannons, and lacks the pack for ammo. Also thanks to Toby for the link I stole.

[identity profile] highrolling.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Nero was finished with his shift at the jail. Thank god, he muttered to himself. There was nothing more boring than watching those cameras for hours at a time with no one to keep him company. Except Red. And she only ever popped up to tell him to wake up when he dozed off. It's not like the people in the cells were gonna try anything. He needed to do something to wake up. And the shooting range seemed like a good start.

He twirled his personalized handgun on the fingers of his human hand as he walked in. The gun itself was gorgeous; silvery blue with mother of pearl inlays in the shape of twisted roses. The gun also had a unique double barrel; two bullets for the price of one. As he walked in, he stopped short, staring at the huge abomination of a weapon that someone had left lying around. What WAS that? A rocket launcher?! It seemed like excess.

He recognized the girl in the range as Seras, the new vampiric recruit. But she was so tiny... was that huge monster of a gun really hers?

"Damn, girl. You've got some good aim, there."

[identity profile] highrolling.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, accuracy isn't really my thing. I just shoot at stuff until it's dead, kerpow." Nero pointed his demon fingers like a gun and recoiled them with the "kerpow" noise. "Though bullets are pretty expensive, so maybe I should give it some more thought?"

Nero leaned on the counter and rested his chin in his hand and grinned. He blinked when she eyed his gun and he twirled it again. This time he nearly dropped it and fumbled to recover it. "Shitshittttt. Hehe. Uh. Yeah, this is the Blue Rose. She's a custom for me from the Order back home. The double barrels sort of kill accuracy, but like I said, I'm not too concerned about that."

[identity profile] highrolling.livejournal.com 2010-05-18 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Nero just shrugged. He was hardly as carefree as Dante, but he still didn't let every little thing get to him. "The Order wasn't big on guns; thought they were dishonorable. So I never got proper training."

Nero made a face. This girl was super jumpy, wasn't she? "The safety is on! Chill out, alright? Besides, that thing on the table is yours, right? I can't imagine that thing is safe at all."

[identity profile] highrolling.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
"They totally weren't. It was a religious thing, the Order of the Sword. They were dedicated to the demon savior, Sparda. Or something. I don't know, they took me in and made me their mercenary." He shrugs, "I've got much more finesse with the sword I've got."

Nero just snickered and clicked off the safety, walking to another part of the range and putting six bullets (three shots) in the head of the target at the other end. Apparently his aim wasn't as bad as he said it was. "Well, I just don't know about a gun like that. Dante'd love it though. Flashy like it is."

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SOkay bb!

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spiritgun: (Spirit gun.)

Oh my god that a large gun.

[personal profile] spiritgun 2010-05-18 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
The gun range seemed to be the place to hang out at the station. Yusuke wandered down there after his shift, rolling his shoulders back. He'd meant to do a little firing with his spirit gun, but when he got there, he was confronted with the largest damn weapon he'd ever seen.

"Holy shit."
spiritgun: (Check out my technique.)

[personal profile] spiritgun 2010-05-18 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? No." Yusuke meandered right over. He didn't touch the gun, because setting it off would be a Bad Thing, but it was clear from his stance that he was impressed. "Is that standard issue? Why haven't I gotten one?"

Not that Yusuke even needed one. But still, large impressive weaponry...geez, was Maza holding out on him?
spiritgun: (Kicking ass and taking names.)

[personal profile] spiritgun 2010-05-18 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He would probably appreciate the bragging. Yusuke jammed his hands into his pockets, stepping closer to look the cannon over.

"Killing vampires, huh. Looks like it could kill a lot of other things too, am I right?" Hell, it looked like it could blow a hole through a few buildings.

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[identity profile] grey1911.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Aaron wasn't a regular at the range, but he still put in his time. After all the paperwork from the night before, it was a nice change of scene. He was almost surprised to see Seras when he walked in. That she had the Harkonnen there as well, earned a small sigh.

After she finished her singularly impressive display of marksmanship, he approached the line next to her, setting down his guns, clips and hearing protection in a neat, practiced row on the small platform before him. The titanium slides were back, showing cleared chambers in the twin Walther P-99 (http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100216140133/stalker/images/b/be/P99_titanium_coated.png)s.

"Very impressive." An eyebrow raised above his sunglasses, honestly surprised at the exhibition.

[identity profile] grey1911.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
A small smile ticked on his face, as he imagined the reactions to Seras reporting to some of the more standard calls with the Harkonnen in tow.

"Found anything to your preference yet?" She had quite a collection in front of her at the moment, that's for sure.

[identity profile] grey1911.livejournal.com 2010-05-19 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm." He muses, glancing down at her array of weapons again, and then to his. "For most of your needs, I think the standard issue should suffice. You might also want to consider that it's usually cheaper to acquire special ammunition for the smaller caliber weapons."

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[identity profile] quantumcatboy.livejournal.com 2010-05-20 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
With the Major locked away, Schrodinger was finding himself with a severe lack of thing to keep himself entertained, which, if it wasn't for the Captain's sudden arrival, would have meant bad things for the City around him.

For the time being though, he'd been good, he'd kept himself from causing too much trouble, leaving that kind of thing for Jan Valentine, but that didn't mean that he still didn't get bored while waiting for something fun to happen.

So, instead, he decided to go pay a visit to his dear friend!

"Your aim is improving, Seras Victoria!"

[identity profile] quantumcatboy.livejournal.com 2010-05-20 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Schrodinger was surprised when the gun was suddenly shoved in his face, and despite having no fear of being shot, he still flinched when Seras pulled the trigger. Just because he could survive it didn't mean that it still hurt whenever he had his head blown off.

The click of an empty magazine though, caused his smile to quickly return.

"I came by to see one of my favorite people, is all! There is no need to be so hostile." He shrugged his shoulders. "You are seeming more and more like your master. Are you sure that you haven't had your captain's blood yet?"

He turned to look at the new Harkonnen, walking over to inspect it more closely. "I don't think that you'll arrest me today.

"Did you know that I have been in your prison here before?"

[identity profile] quantumcatboy.livejournal.com 2010-05-20 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Schrodinger shrugged, dismissing the subject and returning his attention to the Harkonnen, inspecting it appraisingly. He reached out and ran his fingers over the cannon's barrel. "Whoever built this for you has some skill... Not as skilled as Hellsing, of course, but then again, not many people are!"

He looked up at her, meeting her cold glare with his typical completely unaffected grin. "I escaped once, if you can even consider myself imprisoned. I was bored, so I walked out the front door. I gave myself to them in the first place, so I thought that I could leave when I wanted. I have visited the Major as well. Your food for prisoners is awful!"