Lily Farshot

[the-button-gang]

*when the buttons arrived, Lily gasps and ducks outside to go search for a worm, not wanting to be caught unprepared*

-@the-far-shot

*Mick nods to her* Hello.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, slowly pulling back the trigger*

[the-far-shot]

*she grins* Not bad! The live bullet's going to be the exact same thing. Do you think you're ready for it, or do you want to run through it a couple more times?

[the-button-gang]

I’m gonna do a couple more runs.

[the-far-shot]

*she smiles* Wise choice. I've known grown men in their thirties who rushed ahead and made fools of themselves rather than taking a moment and getting comfortable.

Take as much time as you need!

[the-button-gang]

You don’t mess around with guns.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Man, I wish you'd been around to explain that to some of the guys in the roughs! Do you know how badly grown men react when a little girl confiscates their weapon for being a moron?

[the-button-gang]

*laughs* Oh, I woulda loved to see that.

[the-far-shot]

*grins* Maybe you still can! A couple of them were still upset when I left them! Might still be working through it to this day.

[the-button-gang]

*snorts* Pa didn’t have guns and always told me to respect ‘em.

[the-far-shot]

*she rests a hand on the old gun at her hip* Your Pa sounds like a wise man. It's especially important to remember once you get comfortable with them.

As soon as you stop respecting them, something almost always goes wrong.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, doing another dry run*

[the-far-shot]

You're getting the hang of it. How's it feeling?

[the-button-gang]

Lot better.

[the-far-shot]

*grins at him* Good! You're gonna do great! *she looks over to Cricket* Are you ready for me to get you started?

[the-button-gang]

*nodding*

[the-far-shot]

Come here, then! *grabs a gun for him* Now, were you listening to what I told the others? Finger off the trigger, don't pull back the hammer just yet, and hold it like this *shows the proper grip*

Get your crutch in a position where you feel stable with both hands free, and then we can check your eye dominance if you're not sure, and I'll hand you the gun. How's that sound?

[the-button-gang]

*Cricket struggles to prop himself up, but winds up listing sideways, as the crutch is just a bit too small*

[the-far-shot]

Do you want to try leaning on me?

[the-button-gang]

*looks skeptical, then nods*

[the-far-shot]

*she moves to stand next to him so she can support him* Is this comfortable?

[the-button-gang]

Don’t suppose I could do this sittin’ down?

[the-far-shot]

You could. Do you want to try that? You should learn to do it standing eventually, though. In case you ever have to do this for real.

Don't get too frustrated with it. I've seen men missing a leg and a third that could shoot the legs off a tick. You just have to learn how it works for you.

[the-button-gang]

*grumbles* Can’t stand up straight with this crutch anymore.

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to get you a new crutch. Or modify this one if you prefer. Ooh, or maybe get you one of those bionic legs from the stories! ...are those real?

[the-button-gang]

Wouldn’t they need to take my leg for that?

[the-far-shot]

Not if it's one of those exoskeleton things!

[the-button-gang]

*brightens*

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to look into it! We should check out hoverboards while we're at it! I always wanted to try one!

[the-button-gang]

Maybe Shoestring can build it!

[the-far-shot]

You think so? That would be so cool!

[the-button-gang]

*Shoestring looks up from where he’s examining a gun without touching it* Build what?

A- bionic leg thingy!

*he smiles, then cocks his head* Hm. Gotta think on that.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Well, while we wait on that, do you want to lean on me, or do you want me to get you a chair?

[the-button-gang]

Chair. Want my hands free.

[the-far-shot]

*she nods* Alright. *she makes sure he's steady on his crutch and moves to fetch a chair, checking on the other boys as she does so*

[the-button-gang]

*Crash is perfectly happy doing dry runs, but Dipshit is starting to look bored. Shoestring is examining the guns with interest, clearly itching to get his hands on one. Mick leans against a wall with his arms crossed, watching*

[the-far-shot]

*she fetches a chair for Cricket and sets him on working out his eye dominance while she steps over to Dipshit and grins at him* You ready to blow up some bottles?

[the-button-gang]

Hell yeah. *grins*

[the-far-shot]

Alright, *she pulls out a handful of rounds from her pocket as well as a pair of earplugs* You should put these in. Actually, we all should. Go ahead and load up. Be careful of where you're pointing it while you do. *grins* Then show me what you got!

[the-button-gang]

*Dipshit carefully loads the gun after putting the earplugs in, then holds it out towards the bottle and fires*

[the-far-shot]

*she watches him carefully and when she determines he's good goes back to Cricket* So, whatcha got?

[the-button-gang]

*when the buttons arrived, Lily gasps and ducks outside to go search for a worm, not wanting to be caught unprepared*

-@the-far-shot

*Mick nods to her* Hello.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, slowly pulling back the trigger*

[the-far-shot]

*she grins* Not bad! The live bullet's going to be the exact same thing. Do you think you're ready for it, or do you want to run through it a couple more times?

[the-button-gang]

I’m gonna do a couple more runs.

[the-far-shot]

*she smiles* Wise choice. I've known grown men in their thirties who rushed ahead and made fools of themselves rather than taking a moment and getting comfortable.

Take as much time as you need!

[the-button-gang]

You don’t mess around with guns.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Man, I wish you'd been around to explain that to some of the guys in the roughs! Do you know how badly grown men react when a little girl confiscates their weapon for being a moron?

[the-button-gang]

*laughs* Oh, I woulda loved to see that.

[the-far-shot]

*grins* Maybe you still can! A couple of them were still upset when I left them! Might still be working through it to this day.

[the-button-gang]

*snorts* Pa didn’t have guns and always told me to respect ‘em.

[the-far-shot]

*she rests a hand on the old gun at her hip* Your Pa sounds like a wise man. It's especially important to remember once you get comfortable with them.

As soon as you stop respecting them, something almost always goes wrong.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, doing another dry run*

[the-far-shot]

You're getting the hang of it. How's it feeling?

[the-button-gang]

Lot better.

[the-far-shot]

*grins at him* Good! You're gonna do great! *she looks over to Cricket* Are you ready for me to get you started?

[the-button-gang]

*nodding*

[the-far-shot]

Come here, then! *grabs a gun for him* Now, were you listening to what I told the others? Finger off the trigger, don't pull back the hammer just yet, and hold it like this *shows the proper grip*

Get your crutch in a position where you feel stable with both hands free, and then we can check your eye dominance if you're not sure, and I'll hand you the gun. How's that sound?

[the-button-gang]

*Cricket struggles to prop himself up, but winds up listing sideways, as the crutch is just a bit too small*

[the-far-shot]

Do you want to try leaning on me?

[the-button-gang]

*looks skeptical, then nods*

[the-far-shot]

*she moves to stand next to him so she can support him* Is this comfortable?

[the-button-gang]

Don’t suppose I could do this sittin’ down?

[the-far-shot]

You could. Do you want to try that? You should learn to do it standing eventually, though. In case you ever have to do this for real.

Don't get too frustrated with it. I've seen men missing a leg and a third that could shoot the legs off a tick. You just have to learn how it works for you.

[the-button-gang]

*grumbles* Can’t stand up straight with this crutch anymore.

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to get you a new crutch. Or modify this one if you prefer. Ooh, or maybe get you one of those bionic legs from the stories! ...are those real?

[the-button-gang]

Wouldn’t they need to take my leg for that?

[the-far-shot]

Not if it's one of those exoskeleton things!

[the-button-gang]

*brightens*

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to look into it! We should check out hoverboards while we're at it! I always wanted to try one!

[the-button-gang]

Maybe Shoestring can build it!

[the-far-shot]

You think so? That would be so cool!

[the-button-gang]

*Shoestring looks up from where he’s examining a gun without touching it* Build what?

A- bionic leg thingy!

*he smiles, then cocks his head* Hm. Gotta think on that.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Well, while we wait on that, do you want to lean on me, or do you want me to get you a chair?

[the-button-gang]

Chair. Want my hands free.

[the-far-shot]

*she nods* Alright. *she makes sure he's steady on his crutch and moves to fetch a chair, checking on the other boys as she does so*

[the-button-gang]

*Crash is perfectly happy doing dry runs, but Dipshit is starting to look bored. Shoestring is examining the guns with interest, clearly itching to get his hands on one. Mick leans against a wall with his arms crossed, watching*

[the-far-shot]

*she fetches a chair for Cricket and sets him on working out his eye dominance while she steps over to Dipshit and grins at him* You ready to blow up some bottles?

[the-button-gang]

Hell yeah. *grins*

[the-far-shot]

Alright, *she pulls out a handful of rounds from her pocket as well as a pair of earplugs* You should put these in. Actually, we all should. Go ahead and load up. Be careful of where you're pointing it while you do. *grins* Then show me what you got!

[the-button-gang]

*when the buttons arrived, Lily gasps and ducks outside to go search for a worm, not wanting to be caught unprepared*

-@the-far-shot

*Mick nods to her* Hello.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, slowly pulling back the trigger*

[the-far-shot]

*she grins* Not bad! The live bullet's going to be the exact same thing. Do you think you're ready for it, or do you want to run through it a couple more times?

[the-button-gang]

I’m gonna do a couple more runs.

[the-far-shot]

*she smiles* Wise choice. I've known grown men in their thirties who rushed ahead and made fools of themselves rather than taking a moment and getting comfortable.

Take as much time as you need!

[the-button-gang]

You don’t mess around with guns.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Man, I wish you'd been around to explain that to some of the guys in the roughs! Do you know how badly grown men react when a little girl confiscates their weapon for being a moron?

[the-button-gang]

*laughs* Oh, I woulda loved to see that.

[the-far-shot]

*grins* Maybe you still can! A couple of them were still upset when I left them! Might still be working through it to this day.

[the-button-gang]

*snorts* Pa didn’t have guns and always told me to respect ‘em.

[the-far-shot]

*she rests a hand on the old gun at her hip* Your Pa sounds like a wise man. It's especially important to remember once you get comfortable with them.

As soon as you stop respecting them, something almost always goes wrong.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, doing another dry run*

[the-far-shot]

You're getting the hang of it. How's it feeling?

[the-button-gang]

Lot better.

[the-far-shot]

*grins at him* Good! You're gonna do great! *she looks over to Cricket* Are you ready for me to get you started?

[the-button-gang]

*nodding*

[the-far-shot]

Come here, then! *grabs a gun for him* Now, were you listening to what I told the others? Finger off the trigger, don't pull back the hammer just yet, and hold it like this *shows the proper grip*

Get your crutch in a position where you feel stable with both hands free, and then we can check your eye dominance if you're not sure, and I'll hand you the gun. How's that sound?

[the-button-gang]

*Cricket struggles to prop himself up, but winds up listing sideways, as the crutch is just a bit too small*

[the-far-shot]

Do you want to try leaning on me?

[the-button-gang]

*looks skeptical, then nods*

[the-far-shot]

*she moves to stand next to him so she can support him* Is this comfortable?

[the-button-gang]

Don’t suppose I could do this sittin’ down?

[the-far-shot]

You could. Do you want to try that? You should learn to do it standing eventually, though. In case you ever have to do this for real.

Don't get too frustrated with it. I've seen men missing a leg and a third that could shoot the legs off a tick. You just have to learn how it works for you.

[the-button-gang]

*grumbles* Can’t stand up straight with this crutch anymore.

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to get you a new crutch. Or modify this one if you prefer. Ooh, or maybe get you one of those bionic legs from the stories! ...are those real?

[the-button-gang]

Wouldn’t they need to take my leg for that?

[the-far-shot]

Not if it's one of those exoskeleton things!

[the-button-gang]

*brightens*

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to look into it! We should check out hoverboards while we're at it! I always wanted to try one!

[the-button-gang]

Maybe Shoestring can build it!

[the-far-shot]

You think so? That would be so cool!

[the-button-gang]

*Shoestring looks up from where he’s examining a gun without touching it* Build what?

A- bionic leg thingy!

*he smiles, then cocks his head* Hm. Gotta think on that.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Well, while we wait on that, do you want to lean on me, or do you want me to get you a chair?

[the-button-gang]

Chair. Want my hands free.

[the-far-shot]

*she nods* Alright. *she makes sure he's steady on his crutch and moves to fetch a chair, checking on the other boys as she does so*

[the-button-gang]

*Crash is perfectly happy doing dry runs, but Dipshit is starting to look bored. Shoestring is examining the guns with interest, clearly itching to get his hands on one. Mick leans against a wall with his arms crossed, watching*

[the-far-shot]

*she fetches a chair for Cricket and sets him on working out his eye dominance while she steps over to Dipshit and grins at him* You ready to blow up some bottles?

[waxillium-dawnshot]

*she's standing, examining one of his guns in the mansion*

-@the-far-shot

*clears his throat* Found something you like?

[waxillium-dawnshot]

You can just have guns even if you're not shooting them. They're nice.

[the-far-shot]

Oh, I know that, it's just it wouldn't feel right borrowing one of yours if I didn't actually have need for it. Guns are a deeply personal thing. You gotta get the grip right, the right trigger pull, the sights set to your preference, you know. Everything needs to be where you can reach it.

Do you have any idea how long it took to find a half-decent gunsmith in the roughs? Half of them wouldn't know how to tune a gun to a client's preference if you hit them in the face with the specs!

[waxillium-dawnshot]

*nods along to her words solemnly* You're very right. Vindication's even got a safety that can only be removed with Allomancy. Makes me feel a lot safer that no one else is going to try to use her against me. She's mine. *he pats the gun at his hip fondly*

... oh, believe me, I know the pain. Before I met Ranette, I didn't even know what a good gun could feel like! And then she was all crotchety and needed all that convincing to make me some. Unfortunately for the Roughs, she just had to move to the city once we started getting electricity going here.

[the-far-shot]

Yeah... Wayne told me about her. He says she's the best. He thinks he could get her to make me something even though I don't have any money.

You think he's right?

[the-far-shot]

You look... jumpy. Want a drink? I mix a mean whiskey sour. -@and-wayne

*she jumps as he approaches, hand landing on a gun he can't see* A drink? Oh... Uh... I suppose. Who are you?

[and-wayne]

... no, you shouldn't. This one's special. She's one of us, so it's fair game.

*he grins at her, relaxing* You ain't seen half of it!

[the-far-shot]

Sparrow: But this one worked out so well! Look, she's so much happier now that she's met me!

Lily: *laughs* It's not wrong, Wayne... Can I see it?

[and-wayne]

*he hesitates* 's a dangerous gun. More than anything else... maybe on this planet, 'cept one thing. Keep that in mind.

*he carefully reaches down, hand trembling a bit as he takes Sparrow from her holster and holds her up between them*

[the-far-shot]

*she gasps as white mist made of Investiture begins to surround Sparrow* It's... it's beautiful... What makes it so dangerous?

*a wave of joy washes over you from Sparrow* She thinks I'm beautiful! *in a conspiratorial whisper* Sticky Fingers just doesn't like how good I am at Freeing things!

[the-far-shot]

You look... jumpy. Want a drink? I mix a mean whiskey sour. -@and-wayne

*she jumps as he approaches, hand landing on a gun he can't see* A drink? Oh... Uh... I suppose. Who are you?

[and-wayne]

*he winces* Rust and Ruin, mate, you can't ask that question while already talkin' to her!

*he looks to Lily* So, uh, this is Sparrow. A talkin' gun. Slightly less unsettling than the talkin' sword. I'm just watchin' her for a bit.

[the-far-shot]

Sparow: What do you mean I can't? I just did! Oh, was I not meant to? Sorry... I'll stop... But she's so exciting! She loves guns! *whispering even though she's still letting them both hear her* You should show me to her! She'd love me!

*Lily considers her* A... talking gun? What do you mean?! How?! What?!

[and-wayne]

*he sighs* This is what it feels like to be Wax with me, huh? No, you don't have to stop talkin' now, she's already heard you.

*he gives a somewhat helpless shrug* Hell if I know. Anything can happen. Guns can talk, hats can be evil, big crabs can teleport... the world's just a very big and weird place.

[the-far-shot]

Sparrow: Oh, good! :D Maybe I should talk to people more often then! Hi, I'm Sparrow! I'm the best gun!

*Lily laughs, forgetting her tears for a moment* Your life is weird... Hi, Sparrow, it's good to meet you!

[and-wayne]

... no, you shouldn't. This one's special. She's one of us, so it's fair game.

*he grins at her, relaxing* You ain't seen half of it!

[the-far-shot]

Sparrow: But this one worked out so well! Look, she's so much happier now that she's met me!

Lily: *laughs* It's not wrong, Wayne... Can I see it?

[the-button-gang]

*when the buttons arrived, Lily gasps and ducks outside to go search for a worm, not wanting to be caught unprepared*

-@the-far-shot

*Mick nods to her* Hello.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, slowly pulling back the trigger*

[the-far-shot]

*she grins* Not bad! The live bullet's going to be the exact same thing. Do you think you're ready for it, or do you want to run through it a couple more times?

[the-button-gang]

I’m gonna do a couple more runs.

[the-far-shot]

*she smiles* Wise choice. I've known grown men in their thirties who rushed ahead and made fools of themselves rather than taking a moment and getting comfortable.

Take as much time as you need!

[the-button-gang]

You don’t mess around with guns.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Man, I wish you'd been around to explain that to some of the guys in the roughs! Do you know how badly grown men react when a little girl confiscates their weapon for being a moron?

[the-button-gang]

*laughs* Oh, I woulda loved to see that.

[the-far-shot]

*grins* Maybe you still can! A couple of them were still upset when I left them! Might still be working through it to this day.

[the-button-gang]

*snorts* Pa didn’t have guns and always told me to respect ‘em.

[the-far-shot]

*she rests a hand on the old gun at her hip* Your Pa sounds like a wise man. It's especially important to remember once you get comfortable with them.

As soon as you stop respecting them, something almost always goes wrong.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, doing another dry run*

[the-far-shot]

You're getting the hang of it. How's it feeling?

[the-button-gang]

Lot better.

[the-far-shot]

*grins at him* Good! You're gonna do great! *she looks over to Cricket* Are you ready for me to get you started?

[the-button-gang]

*nodding*

[the-far-shot]

Come here, then! *grabs a gun for him* Now, were you listening to what I told the others? Finger off the trigger, don't pull back the hammer just yet, and hold it like this *shows the proper grip*

Get your crutch in a position where you feel stable with both hands free, and then we can check your eye dominance if you're not sure, and I'll hand you the gun. How's that sound?

[the-button-gang]

*Cricket struggles to prop himself up, but winds up listing sideways, as the crutch is just a bit too small*

[the-far-shot]

Do you want to try leaning on me?

[the-button-gang]

*looks skeptical, then nods*

[the-far-shot]

*she moves to stand next to him so she can support him* Is this comfortable?

[the-button-gang]

Don’t suppose I could do this sittin’ down?

[the-far-shot]

You could. Do you want to try that? You should learn to do it standing eventually, though. In case you ever have to do this for real.

Don't get too frustrated with it. I've seen men missing a leg and a third that could shoot the legs off a tick. You just have to learn how it works for you.

[the-button-gang]

*grumbles* Can’t stand up straight with this crutch anymore.

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to get you a new crutch. Or modify this one if you prefer. Ooh, or maybe get you one of those bionic legs from the stories! ...are those real?

[the-button-gang]

Wouldn’t they need to take my leg for that?

[the-far-shot]

Not if it's one of those exoskeleton things!

[the-button-gang]

*brightens*

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to look into it! We should check out hoverboards while we're at it! I always wanted to try one!

[the-button-gang]

Maybe Shoestring can build it!

[the-far-shot]

You think so? That would be so cool!

[the-button-gang]

*Shoestring looks up from where he’s examining a gun without touching it* Build what?

A- bionic leg thingy!

*he smiles, then cocks his head* Hm. Gotta think on that.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Well, while we wait on that, do you want to lean on me, or do you want me to get you a chair?

[the-button-gang]

Chair. Want my hands free.

[the-far-shot]

*she nods* Alright. *she makes sure he's steady on his crutch and moves to fetch a chair, checking on the other boys as she does so*

[the-far-shot]

You look... jumpy. Want a drink? I mix a mean whiskey sour. -@and-wayne

*she jumps as he approaches, hand landing on a gun he can't see* A drink? Oh... Uh... I suppose. Who are you?

[and-wayne]

*he winces* Rust and Ruin, mate, you can't ask that question while already talkin' to her!

*he looks to Lily* So, uh, this is Sparrow. A talkin' gun. Slightly less unsettling than the talkin' sword. I'm just watchin' her for a bit.

[the-far-shot]

Sparow: What do you mean I can't? I just did! Oh, was I not meant to? Sorry... I'll stop... But she's so exciting! She loves guns! *whispering even though she's still letting them both hear her* You should show me to her! She'd love me!

*Lily considers her* A... talking gun? What do you mean?! How?! What?!

[and-wayne]

*he sighs* This is what it feels like to be Wax with me, huh? No, you don't have to stop talkin' now, she's already heard you.

*he gives a somewhat helpless shrug* Hell if I know. Anything can happen. Guns can talk, hats can be evil, big crabs can teleport... the world's just a very big and weird place.

[the-far-shot]

Sparrow: Oh, good! :D Maybe I should talk to people more often then! Hi, I'm Sparrow! I'm the best gun!

*Lily laughs, forgetting her tears for a moment* Your life is weird... Hi, Sparrow, it's good to meet you!

[the-button-gang]

*when the buttons arrived, Lily gasps and ducks outside to go search for a worm, not wanting to be caught unprepared*

-@the-far-shot

*Mick nods to her* Hello.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, slowly pulling back the trigger*

[the-far-shot]

*she grins* Not bad! The live bullet's going to be the exact same thing. Do you think you're ready for it, or do you want to run through it a couple more times?

[the-button-gang]

I’m gonna do a couple more runs.

[the-far-shot]

*she smiles* Wise choice. I've known grown men in their thirties who rushed ahead and made fools of themselves rather than taking a moment and getting comfortable.

Take as much time as you need!

[the-button-gang]

You don’t mess around with guns.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Man, I wish you'd been around to explain that to some of the guys in the roughs! Do you know how badly grown men react when a little girl confiscates their weapon for being a moron?

[the-button-gang]

*laughs* Oh, I woulda loved to see that.

[the-far-shot]

*grins* Maybe you still can! A couple of them were still upset when I left them! Might still be working through it to this day.

[the-button-gang]

*snorts* Pa didn’t have guns and always told me to respect ‘em.

[the-far-shot]

*she rests a hand on the old gun at her hip* Your Pa sounds like a wise man. It's especially important to remember once you get comfortable with them.

As soon as you stop respecting them, something almost always goes wrong.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, doing another dry run*

[the-far-shot]

You're getting the hang of it. How's it feeling?

[the-button-gang]

Lot better.

[the-far-shot]

*grins at him* Good! You're gonna do great! *she looks over to Cricket* Are you ready for me to get you started?

[the-button-gang]

*nodding*

[the-far-shot]

Come here, then! *grabs a gun for him* Now, were you listening to what I told the others? Finger off the trigger, don't pull back the hammer just yet, and hold it like this *shows the proper grip*

Get your crutch in a position where you feel stable with both hands free, and then we can check your eye dominance if you're not sure, and I'll hand you the gun. How's that sound?

[the-button-gang]

*Cricket struggles to prop himself up, but winds up listing sideways, as the crutch is just a bit too small*

[the-far-shot]

Do you want to try leaning on me?

[the-button-gang]

*looks skeptical, then nods*

[the-far-shot]

*she moves to stand next to him so she can support him* Is this comfortable?

[the-button-gang]

Don’t suppose I could do this sittin’ down?

[the-far-shot]

You could. Do you want to try that? You should learn to do it standing eventually, though. In case you ever have to do this for real.

Don't get too frustrated with it. I've seen men missing a leg and a third that could shoot the legs off a tick. You just have to learn how it works for you.

[the-button-gang]

*grumbles* Can’t stand up straight with this crutch anymore.

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to get you a new crutch. Or modify this one if you prefer. Ooh, or maybe get you one of those bionic legs from the stories! ...are those real?

[the-button-gang]

Wouldn’t they need to take my leg for that?

[the-far-shot]

Not if it's one of those exoskeleton things!

[the-button-gang]

*brightens*

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to look into it! We should check out hoverboards while we're at it! I always wanted to try one!

[the-button-gang]

Maybe Shoestring can build it!

[the-far-shot]

You think so? That would be so cool!

[the-button-gang]

*Shoestring looks up from where he’s examining a gun without touching it* Build what?

A- bionic leg thingy!

*he smiles, then cocks his head* Hm. Gotta think on that.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Well, while we wait on that, do you want to lean on me, or do you want me to get you a chair?

[the-button-gang]

*when the buttons arrived, Lily gasps and ducks outside to go search for a worm, not wanting to be caught unprepared*

-@the-far-shot

*Mick nods to her* Hello.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, slowly pulling back the trigger*

[the-far-shot]

*she grins* Not bad! The live bullet's going to be the exact same thing. Do you think you're ready for it, or do you want to run through it a couple more times?

[the-button-gang]

I’m gonna do a couple more runs.

[the-far-shot]

*she smiles* Wise choice. I've known grown men in their thirties who rushed ahead and made fools of themselves rather than taking a moment and getting comfortable.

Take as much time as you need!

[the-button-gang]

You don’t mess around with guns.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Man, I wish you'd been around to explain that to some of the guys in the roughs! Do you know how badly grown men react when a little girl confiscates their weapon for being a moron?

[the-button-gang]

*laughs* Oh, I woulda loved to see that.

[the-far-shot]

*grins* Maybe you still can! A couple of them were still upset when I left them! Might still be working through it to this day.

[the-button-gang]

*snorts* Pa didn’t have guns and always told me to respect ‘em.

[the-far-shot]

*she rests a hand on the old gun at her hip* Your Pa sounds like a wise man. It's especially important to remember once you get comfortable with them.

As soon as you stop respecting them, something almost always goes wrong.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, doing another dry run*

[the-far-shot]

You're getting the hang of it. How's it feeling?

[the-button-gang]

Lot better.

[the-far-shot]

*grins at him* Good! You're gonna do great! *she looks over to Cricket* Are you ready for me to get you started?

[the-button-gang]

*nodding*

[the-far-shot]

Come here, then! *grabs a gun for him* Now, were you listening to what I told the others? Finger off the trigger, don't pull back the hammer just yet, and hold it like this *shows the proper grip*

Get your crutch in a position where you feel stable with both hands free, and then we can check your eye dominance if you're not sure, and I'll hand you the gun. How's that sound?

[the-button-gang]

*Cricket struggles to prop himself up, but winds up listing sideways, as the crutch is just a bit too small*

[the-far-shot]

Do you want to try leaning on me?

[the-button-gang]

*looks skeptical, then nods*

[the-far-shot]

*she moves to stand next to him so she can support him* Is this comfortable?

[the-button-gang]

Don’t suppose I could do this sittin’ down?

[the-far-shot]

You could. Do you want to try that? You should learn to do it standing eventually, though. In case you ever have to do this for real.

Don't get too frustrated with it. I've seen men missing a leg and a third that could shoot the legs off a tick. You just have to learn how it works for you.

[the-button-gang]

*grumbles* Can’t stand up straight with this crutch anymore.

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to get you a new crutch. Or modify this one if you prefer. Ooh, or maybe get you one of those bionic legs from the stories! ...are those real?

[the-button-gang]

Wouldn’t they need to take my leg for that?

[the-far-shot]

Not if it's one of those exoskeleton things!

[the-button-gang]

*brightens*

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to look into it! We should check out hoverboards while we're at it! I always wanted to try one!

[the-button-gang]

Maybe Shoestring can build it!

[the-far-shot]

You think so? That would be so cool!

[the-far-shot]

You look... jumpy. Want a drink? I mix a mean whiskey sour. -@and-wayne

*she jumps as he approaches, hand landing on a gun he can't see* A drink? Oh... Uh... I suppose. Who are you?

[and-wayne]

Mmh. Well, I ain't never seen anyone do that, but sure. Somethin' like that.

... kid, they was tryin' to kill us ages before you got here. You ain't adding any danger. Best to keep everyone together where we can have each other's backs, yeah?

[the-far-shot]

*she pulls back from him a little bit* ...and you're not going to be like them? You're not going to make me trust you and then let me find out all kinds of horrible things?

You'll swear it? Swear it on... *considers him for a moment* sweat it on your hat? Or that gun you keep trying to hide under your coat for some reason...

[and-wayne]

*he nods, grinning* Eh, Sparrow ain't the type of gun I'd swear on. Good eye. I swear it on my metalminds, how about that? Real proper Terris promise, that.

[the-far-shot]

*she considers him and nods* Yeah... I think that'll work.

*shrugs* I know what it looks like when someone's concealing a gun.

*Sparrow gets excited* Does that mean I can talk to her since she already noticed me? :D

*Lily's eyes widen and lays a hand on a gun*

[and-wayne]

*he winces* Rust and Ruin, mate, you can't ask that question while already talkin' to her!

*he looks to Lily* So, uh, this is Sparrow. A talkin' gun. Slightly less unsettling than the talkin' sword. I'm just watchin' her for a bit.

[the-far-shot]

Sparow: What do you mean I can't? I just did! Oh, was I not meant to? Sorry... I'll stop... But she's so exciting! She loves guns! *whispering even though she's still letting them both hear her* You should show me to her! She'd love me!

*Lily considers her* A... talking gun? What do you mean?! How?! What?!

[the-far-shot]

You look... jumpy. Want a drink? I mix a mean whiskey sour. -@and-wayne

*she jumps as he approaches, hand landing on a gun he can't see* A drink? Oh... Uh... I suppose. Who are you?

[and-wayne]

Mmh. Well, I ain't never seen anyone do that, but sure. Somethin' like that.

... kid, they was tryin' to kill us ages before you got here. You ain't adding any danger. Best to keep everyone together where we can have each other's backs, yeah?

[the-far-shot]

*she pulls back from him a little bit* ...and you're not going to be like them? You're not going to make me trust you and then let me find out all kinds of horrible things?

You'll swear it? Swear it on... *considers him for a moment* sweat it on your hat? Or that gun you keep trying to hide under your coat for some reason...

[and-wayne]

*he nods, grinning* Eh, Sparrow ain't the type of gun I'd swear on. Good eye. I swear it on my metalminds, how about that? Real proper Terris promise, that.

[the-far-shot]

*she considers him and nods* Yeah... I think that'll work.

*shrugs* I know what it looks like when someone's concealing a gun.

*Sparrow gets excited* Does that mean I can talk to her since she already noticed me? :D

*Lily's eyes widen and lays a hand on a gun*

[the-far-shot]

You look... jumpy. Want a drink? I mix a mean whiskey sour. -@and-wayne

*she jumps as he approaches, hand landing on a gun he can't see* A drink? Oh... Uh... I suppose. Who are you?

[and-wayne]

*he tilts his head* ... okay, where'd I lose you?

[the-far-shot]

Um... everything after miracle...

[and-wayne]

Right. Uh. I just think if your escape feels real unlikely, Joey might'a picked up some odd power just by hangin' around folks with odd powers. It's chaos in this alliance. Kal walks on the ceiling, there's the chasmfiend, there's Hoid, and I don't even know what I do...

The second part... *shrugs* He's your Wax. He's like what Wax was for me when I was a dumb kid.

[the-far-shot]

You mean some off power like shooting lightning out of his hands?

How do you mean? Joey's nothing like Wax that I can see...

[and-wayne]

... can he do that?

*he loosens the hug a bit so he can reach for the drink and down the rest of it* I've been where you are now, sorta. Only no one was lyin' to me. And it was Wax who gave me a chance.

[the-far-shot]

*she turns red and doesn't meet his eyes* Uh... it was just an example... like in the stories...

...he told me not to go back. To the roughs, I mean. Even though my being here puts everyone in danger...

[and-wayne]

Mmh. Well, I ain't never seen anyone do that, but sure. Somethin' like that.

... kid, they was tryin' to kill us ages before you got here. You ain't adding any danger. Best to keep everyone together where we can have each other's backs, yeah?

[the-far-shot]

*she pulls back from him a little bit* ...and you're not going to be like them? You're not going to make me trust you and then let me find out all kinds of horrible things?

You'll swear it? Swear it on... *considers him for a moment* sweat it on your hat? Or that gun you keep trying to hide under your coat for some reason...

[the-far-shot]

You look... jumpy. Want a drink? I mix a mean whiskey sour. -@and-wayne

*she jumps as he approaches, hand landing on a gun he can't see* A drink? Oh... Uh... I suppose. Who are you?

[and-wayne]

*he tilts his head* ... okay, where'd I lose you?

[the-far-shot]

Um... everything after miracle...

[and-wayne]

Right. Uh. I just think if your escape feels real unlikely, Joey might'a picked up some odd power just by hangin' around folks with odd powers. It's chaos in this alliance. Kal walks on the ceiling, there's the chasmfiend, there's Hoid, and I don't even know what I do...

The second part... *shrugs* He's your Wax. He's like what Wax was for me when I was a dumb kid.

[the-far-shot]

You mean some off power like shooting lightning out of his hands?

How do you mean? Joey's nothing like Wax that I can see...

[and-wayne]

... can he do that?

*he loosens the hug a bit so he can reach for the drink and down the rest of it* I've been where you are now, sorta. Only no one was lyin' to me. And it was Wax who gave me a chance.

[the-far-shot]

*she turns red and doesn't meet his eyes* Uh... it was just an example... like in the stories...

...he told me not to go back. To the roughs, I mean. Even though my being here puts everyone in danger...

[the-far-shot]

You look... jumpy. Want a drink? I mix a mean whiskey sour. -@and-wayne

*she jumps as he approaches, hand landing on a gun he can't see* A drink? Oh... Uh... I suppose. Who are you?

[and-wayne]

*he tilts his head* ... okay, where'd I lose you?

[the-far-shot]

Um... everything after miracle...

[and-wayne]

Right. Uh. I just think if your escape feels real unlikely, Joey might'a picked up some odd power just by hangin' around folks with odd powers. It's chaos in this alliance. Kal walks on the ceiling, there's the chasmfiend, there's Hoid, and I don't even know what I do...

The second part... *shrugs* He's your Wax. He's like what Wax was for me when I was a dumb kid.

[the-far-shot]

You mean some off power like shooting lightning out of his hands?

How do you mean? Joey's nothing like Wax that I can see...

[the-button-gang]

*when the buttons arrived, Lily gasps and ducks outside to go search for a worm, not wanting to be caught unprepared*

-@the-far-shot

*Mick nods to her* Hello.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, slowly pulling back the trigger*

[the-far-shot]

*she grins* Not bad! The live bullet's going to be the exact same thing. Do you think you're ready for it, or do you want to run through it a couple more times?

[the-button-gang]

I’m gonna do a couple more runs.

[the-far-shot]

*she smiles* Wise choice. I've known grown men in their thirties who rushed ahead and made fools of themselves rather than taking a moment and getting comfortable.

Take as much time as you need!

[the-button-gang]

You don’t mess around with guns.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Man, I wish you'd been around to explain that to some of the guys in the roughs! Do you know how badly grown men react when a little girl confiscates their weapon for being a moron?

[the-button-gang]

*laughs* Oh, I woulda loved to see that.

[the-far-shot]

*grins* Maybe you still can! A couple of them were still upset when I left them! Might still be working through it to this day.

[the-button-gang]

*snorts* Pa didn’t have guns and always told me to respect ‘em.

[the-far-shot]

*she rests a hand on the old gun at her hip* Your Pa sounds like a wise man. It's especially important to remember once you get comfortable with them.

As soon as you stop respecting them, something almost always goes wrong.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, doing another dry run*

[the-far-shot]

You're getting the hang of it. How's it feeling?

[the-button-gang]

Lot better.

[the-far-shot]

*grins at him* Good! You're gonna do great! *she looks over to Cricket* Are you ready for me to get you started?

[the-button-gang]

*nodding*

[the-far-shot]

Come here, then! *grabs a gun for him* Now, were you listening to what I told the others? Finger off the trigger, don't pull back the hammer just yet, and hold it like this *shows the proper grip*

Get your crutch in a position where you feel stable with both hands free, and then we can check your eye dominance if you're not sure, and I'll hand you the gun. How's that sound?

[the-button-gang]

*Cricket struggles to prop himself up, but winds up listing sideways, as the crutch is just a bit too small*

[the-far-shot]

Do you want to try leaning on me?

[the-button-gang]

*looks skeptical, then nods*

[the-far-shot]

*she moves to stand next to him so she can support him* Is this comfortable?

[the-button-gang]

Don’t suppose I could do this sittin’ down?

[the-far-shot]

You could. Do you want to try that? You should learn to do it standing eventually, though. In case you ever have to do this for real.

Don't get too frustrated with it. I've seen men missing a leg and a third that could shoot the legs off a tick. You just have to learn how it works for you.

[the-button-gang]

*grumbles* Can’t stand up straight with this crutch anymore.

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to get you a new crutch. Or modify this one if you prefer. Ooh, or maybe get you one of those bionic legs from the stories! ...are those real?

[the-button-gang]

Wouldn’t they need to take my leg for that?

[the-far-shot]

Not if it's one of those exoskeleton things!

[the-button-gang]

*brightens*

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to look into it! We should check out hoverboards while we're at it! I always wanted to try one!

[the-button-gang]

*when the buttons arrived, Lily gasps and ducks outside to go search for a worm, not wanting to be caught unprepared*

-@the-far-shot

*Mick nods to her* Hello.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, slowly pulling back the trigger*

[the-far-shot]

*she grins* Not bad! The live bullet's going to be the exact same thing. Do you think you're ready for it, or do you want to run through it a couple more times?

[the-button-gang]

I’m gonna do a couple more runs.

[the-far-shot]

*she smiles* Wise choice. I've known grown men in their thirties who rushed ahead and made fools of themselves rather than taking a moment and getting comfortable.

Take as much time as you need!

[the-button-gang]

You don’t mess around with guns.

[the-far-shot]

*she laughs a little* Man, I wish you'd been around to explain that to some of the guys in the roughs! Do you know how badly grown men react when a little girl confiscates their weapon for being a moron?

[the-button-gang]

*laughs* Oh, I woulda loved to see that.

[the-far-shot]

*grins* Maybe you still can! A couple of them were still upset when I left them! Might still be working through it to this day.

[the-button-gang]

*snorts* Pa didn’t have guns and always told me to respect ‘em.

[the-far-shot]

*she rests a hand on the old gun at her hip* Your Pa sounds like a wise man. It's especially important to remember once you get comfortable with them.

As soon as you stop respecting them, something almost always goes wrong.

[the-button-gang]

*nods, doing another dry run*

[the-far-shot]

You're getting the hang of it. How's it feeling?

[the-button-gang]

Lot better.

[the-far-shot]

*grins at him* Good! You're gonna do great! *she looks over to Cricket* Are you ready for me to get you started?

[the-button-gang]

*nodding*

[the-far-shot]

Come here, then! *grabs a gun for him* Now, were you listening to what I told the others? Finger off the trigger, don't pull back the hammer just yet, and hold it like this *shows the proper grip*

Get your crutch in a position where you feel stable with both hands free, and then we can check your eye dominance if you're not sure, and I'll hand you the gun. How's that sound?

[the-button-gang]

*Cricket struggles to prop himself up, but winds up listing sideways, as the crutch is just a bit too small*

[the-far-shot]

Do you want to try leaning on me?

[the-button-gang]

*looks skeptical, then nods*

[the-far-shot]

*she moves to stand next to him so she can support him* Is this comfortable?

[the-button-gang]

Don’t suppose I could do this sittin’ down?

[the-far-shot]

You could. Do you want to try that? You should learn to do it standing eventually, though. In case you ever have to do this for real.

Don't get too frustrated with it. I've seen men missing a leg and a third that could shoot the legs off a tick. You just have to learn how it works for you.

[the-button-gang]

*grumbles* Can’t stand up straight with this crutch anymore.

[the-far-shot]

We'll have to get you a new crutch. Or modify this one if you prefer. Ooh, or maybe get you one of those bionic legs from the stories! ...are those real?

[the-button-gang]

Wouldn’t they need to take my leg for that?

[the-far-shot]

Not if it's one of those exoskeleton things!