[open log] at the shooting range

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

Characters: Kevin (Iris) plus anybody else
Setting: A lower level of the Danger Room
Content: Training time
Status: Open and incomplete.
Thread-jacking: Hooray

Crack!

[Kevin's got his cheek pressed up against the .22 long rifle he borrowed from the school's armory. He's on the lower level of the Danger Room, which is where the architects decided to tuck away the indoor range to suppress as much of the gunfire as possible. Still, the shots can still be heard as soft little paf! paf!s on ground level. Here, inside the range, Kevin has his ears protected with heavily padded earmuffs and, as he takes aim, idly wonders if anyone will hear the noise and come join him. The indoor range doesn't get much use -- most students prefer to practice with their powers up on the main level. The Danger Room provides a lot of options for things to aim at. Cyclops used to use the range for target practice, but Kevin's really the only one these days who likes it; as pretty much the only person who doesn't find using his mutant powers fun there's not much of a wait to use the shooting range.

Ali's got those polarizing eyes so she can look at direct light, he thinks. Wonder if she can handle this kind of noise okay, too.

The thought crosses his mind as he switches from the rifle to a .45 pistol - the loudest gun he has. Without proper protection, it packs a punch loud enough to cause permanent hearing damage after only a few shots -- but maybe not to someone with as unusual power as the Dazzler.

The bullet tears a hole into the paper target Kevin's set up. How fast were Julian's telekinetic reflexes? Fast enough to stop a bullet? Certainly not Jono's. Nope -- the big oaf would be dead.

Kevin sighs as he tears a few more holes into the paper. Well. Gotta practice somehow, I guess.]

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[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[The sound is a little deafening even with the earmuffs on. Bobby's shots are sloppy, unused as he is to this kind of weapon. He empties the magazine and inspects his woeful attempts with a rueful smile.]

It'll take a lot of practice before I'm as good with this as I am with ice.

[To demonstrate, Bobby makes a flicking motion with his wrist towards the target. A small, sharp shard of ice shoots from his fingertips and slices right through the paper bullseye.]

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin grins at the perfect shot with ice.]

You really don't need anything else though, huh? You've really got that ice projectiles thing down.

[Kevin reaches down and picks up the .22 long rifle. He shows Bobby how to load and hold this one.]

This one's fun. It sounds like a toy compared to the others.

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's good for when the arsenal's not handy. Which is all the time.

[He's improving a little - this time his shots get closer to the bullseye, at least.] Hm. Getting better.

[He looks over at Ali, holds the gun out to her.] Had a go with this one, Ali?

what a fatty tag this became

[witheredecay.livejournal.com]

[Kevin looks at the target thoughtfully, letting Bobby's words linger just a little bit. On the contrary, he'd had quite an arsenal at his disposal with the Brotherhood - where he'd become a much better shot, with partial thanks to one of the many Jamies. He used to call that one Rifle Jamie. That particular Madrox was fairly handy with a pistol, too, but his favorite was the .22 rifle.

Kevin had never admitted it out loud, but there had been some fun times there, too. And even if not all of the sharpshooting practice was fun, it was liberating in a way, too. Here at the school, the staff usually had just shoved him into close-combat before realizing long-distance attacks were what he was comfortable with.

Now, Danger Room sessions were finally getting a little more comfortable. But this was nice, too. Just a small, more private practice session without too many people around.

He finally comes out of his blah-blah introspection and even bothers to crack a little smile at Bobby.]

You're such a perfectionist. Don't worry, man... it's just like anything else. Just takes practice.

[dazzlerock.livejournal.com]

Nah, man. [Ali holds up a hand and shakes her head. She knows better than to test her luck again; her aim is hit or miss at best with artillery. She deciles with her regular bravado, though.] I don't wanna make you guys feel bad. [She looks around for somewhere to sit before shrugging and plopping down on the ground with her legs stretched out in front of her to watch, careful not to be in either of the boys' way.] Besides, guns aren't my thing.

[never-too-cold.livejournal.com]

[Bobby flashes a small smile at Kevin.] Can't help it, man.

[The smile fades a little at Ali's last comment.] Can't say they've ever really been my thing, either. The Professor was never big on them. He preferred us to focus on defensive tactics. But I guess the way things are these days, it's hard to draw that kind of line.