[open] ooh, marvelous-sensei

[showboater]

WHO: Captain Marvelous, Kay, anyone else who wants to come around (he'd love a sparring partner!)
WHERE: The junk pile's new shooting range
WHEN: Three days after this!
WHAT: Marvelous teaches Kay some self-defense.
WARNINGS: Violence against practice dummies!


Marvelous arrives in the junk pile early, after a night of poking around the ship looking for Tuck--looked like he really was gone. If that has any effect on the way he stomps around putting together makeshift target-stands and a makeshift dummy or two, he would never admit it. When he's done stacking materials and slapping sloppy paper targets on them, he draws his sword and works through a couple of drills, though it probably looks a lot more like 'angry guy banging on a bucket tipped over the top of a short I-beam wrapped in sailcloth' to anyone observing. By the time Kay arrives he'll have been at things for some time, ducking between the dummies and making sure his aim's not off. (It isn't.)

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[showboater]

Thankfully for her, noting was broken, or she'd be getting tackled right about now. Instead he's busy gingerly testing his weight on his toes.

"I'm not wrong about this stuff," he answers, especially glad, now, that he called for her to swap feet.

"Enough beating the hell outta me. You wanna try the flintlock?"

It might be nice to see her get blown on her ass by the kickback. (In a friendly way.)

[littlecrowgirl]

"A flintlock...like...a real one? Like pirates use?"

Consider her a mix of both nervous and intrigued...

[showboater]

"Wasn't that part of the deal?" he asks, and reaches into an inner pocket on his coat for the extra pistol. He offers it to her butt-first, barrel pointed toward the ground because he wasn't stupid, thank you."

"We're goin' over there." He gestures to the opposite end of the little clearing.

[littlecrowgirl]

A gun. A real gun. She's holding a real gun in her hand. To be honest...it was a bit frightening. Her hand gingerly wraps around the handle, and...she's lost all ability too move.

You might have to shove her along.

[showboater]

And shoved she is, with a hand between her shoulderblades. "Don't look at it like it's gonna kill you," he says, "guns aren't alive. Don't be afraid of it--be careful, sure, but you're the boss here, not it."

[littlecrowgirl]

"Right. I'M the boss. I am."

She seems to be almost reassuring herself as she holds the gun out, focusing on it for a moment and then holding it firmly in her hands.

"Okay, now what?"

[showboater]

"You stand like that, you're gonna go tumbling ass over teakettle, and that'd be hilarious but it's not quite the point, is it?" He nudges her feet with the toe of his right boot. "Widen your stance, just a little, and settle your weight. Once you get the hang of it, you can work on moving around, but for now let's just learn to aim, shall we?"

He lifts his gun one-handed, and aims at the crudely drawn targets across the clearing. "Heads, knees, stomachs," he says, and fires four shots in quick succession to hit each spot. "You aim with both eyes open, or you lose depth perception. If it comes down to you havin' to use a gun, you use it."

[littlecrowgirl]

There's a deep inhale as she gets herself ready, widening her stands exactly as he instructs. After finding and centering her weight, she grips the gun more tightly, never taking her eyes off that target. When the shots are fired, she winces slightly. It was...still too soon.

But...she raises it, aiming for the head first.

"Okay. Okay..."

Why did her legs feel like JELL-O?