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Tweak says, "Taste my justice!"

三村信史 Shinji Mimura (bakuhatsushinji) wrote in chaosunraveled,
@ 2008-07-05 11:15:00

Entry tags:

finished thread, sal, setting: area around niflheim, shinji

WHO: Shinji and Sal
WHERE: Outside Niflheim
WHEN: After this
RATING: TBD
WARNINGS: None, yet.
SUMMARY: Sal offered to teach Shinji how to (effectively) use a gun.

Shinji had been surprised when Sal had offered to teach Shinji to use a gun (well, he wasn't entirely sure whether the word 'offered' should be used, but it fit). Neither was he quite sure about what he thought of being taught to more effectively use a gun. Explosives, he was fine with - building and using, but guns? Guns made him think of Iijima, of Keita, and of his own death. And, of course, pain. But mostly, he thought of Iijima, and the way that he hadn't hit what he had been aiming for. He'd been tired, panicking, and pointing a gun at a friend. He still didn't understand why Iijima hadn't just listened to him. So many things had gone wrong that night, and it had all started simply because--

Shaking his head, Shinji sat outside Niflheim. It wasn't the most pleasant place to be sitting, nor did it have the nicest view, but since Sal had said to meet him outside, that was where he had come (but then, it would have been rather stupid to attempt to practice shooting inside). As far as he was concerned, as long as he didn't dwell on things that could now not be changed, perhaps the experience wouldn't be too bad. Just, he supposed, as long as he wasn't given a Beretta to practice with. That would just be taking the piss, and Shinji would not be in the least bit impressed. He, did, though, get the feeling that practice against a non-moving target, and one which, at that, wasn't living, would make the whole thing slightly easier. And, of course, it wouldn't be pleading with him not to shoot, to trust him. He didn't get it. If Iijima had survived for that long, he would have been able to survive for longer, surely? Why did he have to be so damn curious about the light and find out who it was. It could have been anyone!

Still, regardless, it had proved that curiosity did, in fact, kill the cat.

Whilst lost in his thoughts, he hadn't heard the fact that someone else had come outside.

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rascal_phoenix
2008-07-06 12:10 am UTC (link)

Sal had gathered a good handful of weaponry - mostly guns, some LAWs and even one or two knives. Anything that could be used as some form of projectile was a valuable asset in fighting. It wasn't that Sal was a poor fighter - he was pretty decent once he got going - but there was something pleasurable watching someone die by the weapon in your hand. It was a feeling of power. And Sal didn't think Shinji appreciated it well enough.

So there he was, saddling up and heading outside to find the boy. If Mitch hadn't been such a distracting target, Sal knew he would have definitely focused much more on Shinji. Sure, Shinji wasn't gifted with supernatural powers, but he was strong in his own right.

He cracked open the front door, finding Shinji sitting already on the front porch. He chuckled.

"I never give you enough credit."

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bakuhatsushinji
2008-07-06 12:52 am UTC (link)

Shinji started slightly at the laugh and the subsequent words, before turning, brown eyes settling on Sal. His lips quirked in a slight smile at the comment. "What, you expected me to sit in a corner of my room because someone mentioned guns?" He asked, his amusement reflected in his voice. His attention soon fell on the variety of weapons, and his expression flickered slightly. "You know..." He started slowly, raising his gaze to meet Sal's. "I am just one person. I might be quite wonderful, but... I think you're actually managing to overestimate me there, slightly", he finished.

Standing up, he brushed at his trousers before shoving a hand in one of his pockets and pressing his lips into a line, staring at Sal somewhat expectantly. He wasn't entirely sure of what to say, and he had to admit, against all pretences, he did feel a little nervous about shooting a gun again. The thought that he wasn't actually going to be firing at anyone, let alone pointing it at anyone he liked, was only slightly comforting. "So, like, where did you plan on doing this?" He asked, after a pause.