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[Vash can be found today fairly deep in the woods. He went out that far in order to not be disturbed, but like that really matters in a place like Luceti. He’s rigged up a target on a rope that he’s run through several of the branches so that he can stand at the far end and yank on the rope and have the target swing down.

He stands with his left hand holding the rope; body relaxed. Then he pulls hard on it, drawing his gun from its holster and fires four rapid shots at the swinging target. He stands and watches the target sway back and forth for a minute. He doesn’t look very pleased before walking over to it and getting a closer look.

All four shots hit the target, each fairly close to the center. The closest is a thumb's length away, but he still doesn't look very happy.] Damn… it’s not good enough.

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[He jumps and whirls around to see who spoke.] Oo-h… hello! Again? Again what?

Edited 2010-01-22 15:58 (UTC)

[Presea doesn't do anything when he jumps like that and only remains still and quiet, like a good little zombiechild. She points to his gun absently, and shows off a bit of red on her dress, at her side. She's slightly injured, but doesn't seem bothered by it...at all. In fact, this little girl seems very hollow inside.]

Please, fire again.

[Sorry; he’s now too worried about your injuries.] Are you hurt?

[She glances down at her shallow wound and dismisses it. She needed to feel to be able to be in immediate pain. Plus, it's really just a flesh wound. The cut was more annoying than painful, really, and Presea looks back at him and answers honestly.]

...Damage is minimal. [She's staring at your gun, Vash.]

But it could get infected. It needs to be taken care of.

[Well, he did have a point, and Presea promised Colette she'd take care of herself as well as dress her wounds after she was done working... So, without a word, Presea reaches back and removes the enormous axe from the holster on her back. She slings the axe over her shoulder - don't worry the leather guard is fastened tightly on the blade - as if it were not perhaps three times her weight, and reaches into her pack. She digs out what looked like some bandages, a cloth, and something wrapped in wax paper.]

Please, fire again. [Said while nibbling on what was inside the wax paper, little medicinal gummy treats. It'll help the wound heal. And yes, she's not going to take care of her little cut until she sees you fire again. Presea is stubborn like that.]

[Not that he won’t try.] After you have that looked at?

[If she could, Presea would have sighed. Really, this man was rather persistent. Again, if she could, she may have appreciated his concern but, with her emotions sealed away, she just makes a logical and well thought out response.]

Time taken to traverse forest equals roughly fifty-seven minutes, twenty-six seconds. ...Factor in weight and resistance of wood...estimated time equals one hour, twenty-one minutes, twelve seconds. [She blinks and closes her eyes for a minute, thinking - perhaps calculating.] Unknown location of medical facilities...time factored in is unknown. Additional time for journey back to present forest area also must be added. ...Food must be prepared. Wood...needs cutting.

...Estimated time taken to fire--[She opens her eyes and gives his gun a once over again.]--equals three point four-seven seconds. Accuracy of calculation is not precise.

[Beat that, gunner boy. B|]

[Sighs] If I shoot once more will you get it looked at?

Yes.

[She was being honest, and moved back a little to give him some room as she watched. Her acute vision was poised, and she was focusing on the target as well as the gun itself. She definitely had some questions to ask, but would refrain until she saw how his weapon worked and kept her word of dressing her wound.]

[Vash carefully aims at the target and fires. It gets a little bit closer than his last shots, but still not dead center.]

[Presea watches carefully, and her astute vision picks up a lot. She can calculate the speed relatively easy now, as well as the power of the bullets. She was still perplexed over the inner workings of his weapon, but Presea gathered enough about it to warrant it as such. Deadly. It was a good thing this man didn't seem like much of a threat. And he also missed, though just barely.]

...Canon? [She's asking if that was what his gun was, pointing at it. It sounded and looked like a miniature, hand-held canon.]

[Blinks for a second or two. She doesn't know what a gun is?] Sort of. It's called a gun. It works a bit like a minature canon.

[Nope. Even with the slightly more advanced technology in Tethe'Alla, there were no gns. At least...no gun that fired bullets. They were mostly large canons that fired either canon balls or mana.]

...Understood. Thank you.

[And just because she promised she'd get her wound checked out after he fired, Presea moves back over to where she deposited the two large and heavy logs, adjusts her axe securely onto her back, and hauls the massive pieces behind her as if they were just sticks.]

[Just going to... stare and gape.]

[Ohm she can feel your eyes watching her, and turns to glance over her shoulder, past the handle of her axe. She looks completely unbothered by the weight both on her back from her axe and from what she was hauling. Honestly, you shouldn't be surprised with what some of the children around here are capable of. You can't trust anyone these days.]

...Will you be staying? [If so, she'd warn him not to hurt the trees. She received her wound from cutting this one down, and was lucky to have only received that alone.]

Uh... uh no! I'm done. [He wants to make sure you see someone about that. So he'll walk back with you.]

[Presea doesn't look back, or talk much at all, and doesn't decrease her pace for him to catch up. Though, that may not be a problem, as Vash was much taller than she was and not hauling two thick logs behind him, as well as carrying a heavy axe on his back. She doesn't mind him following, so long as he keeps his distance and doesn't try anything stupid with the gun. She was on guard, and keeping her defenses up.]

...

[She doesn't know where the clinic is, so she'll just be heading towards her and Kratos' house. Make small talk as you walk, y/n? Presea sure as heck isn't going to instigate.]

[No plans to be stupid with his gun. It’s holstered and his hands are in his pockets. He’d offer to help but there’s no way he can carry all that. He’ll point out the way to the clinic when they get closer but for now - a little small talk!] You’re pretty strong aren’t you? [Because you know it’s not obvious.]

[Oh, Vash. Presea gives him a brief glance and then looks forward again, lest she trip or something. She was pretty good in and around forests, but this terrain was still new to her. She pauses, thinking of the best way to answer, then tilts her head up to show off the red gem fixed at the nape of her neck. She speaks robotically, her voice a set monotone.]

...Cruxis Crystal. Advanced form of expshere... Permits greater range of abilities such as increased physical strength, higher endurance and speed. ...Also increases senses.

[And it also turns you into a lifeless being if not equipped with a Key Crest, which Presea's wasn't. She won't tell him how and where she got her exsphere from, as the memory was not one she liked, and tended to clam up about. Being a research subject wasn't a fun thing to recall, you see.]

Aah... that's quite impressive. [A pause] What's all the wood for?

...Fire. For next winter. [Considering she got caught out in the blizzard that happened, and with Luceti's crazy weather patterns, they'd need it. Even so, the tree she cut down would probably last her and her housemate two and a half seasons. She pauses, then adds quietly.]

...Charms as well. And figurines. ...I make them.

The likes to be very well prepared type?

Charms? What kind of charms?

...My occupation back home. Cannot cut more, or I will be killed. One is enough for now.

Wooden bears. ...Good luck.

...why will you be killed if you cut more?

[Action] You better!

[Action] Pff, or what? :| Huh? HUH?!

[Action] Or I will EMO at you!

[Action] ...No donuts for you.

[Action] emooooooooooooooo

[Action] /pinches your cheeks.

[Action] You're ebil

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