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[molotov]

[Cross leaving was a blow that Molotov really hadn't anticipated, as foolish as it was to forget the castle's whims, and she's spent the past few weeks in a bad place. Well, bed isn't such a bad place, but it is when you're there sleeping and drinking off a depression. She's managed to slowly begin incorporating herself around the population of the castle, for small periods of time, but today is the first day that she's managed to actually stay out and function like a human being.

As long as that means being buzzed and shooting targets at the gun range. Where she can be found, basically all day.]


[filtered to Ezio]
Come to the shooting range. Bring your gun.

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[molotov]

[And with that, Molotov starts firing again.]

[nihilo]

[ Alice doesn't, yet, leaning on a post to watch her hit the targets instead. ]

[molotov]

[Molotov is destroying her target, her jaw set even though her focus is a little off from being watched.]

[nihilo]

[ She chuckles a little, which might be drowned out by the shots, and weighs the shotgun before taking aim. One shot, barely off the bull's eye. ]

[molotov]

[Molotov, intoxicated and testy, watches the other shot, then shifts slightly and hits the bullseye of Alice's target.]

[nihilo]

[ Alice will never admit to jumping out of her skin at that sudden shot, snapping her gaze at the woman. She's angry first, before turning amused. ]

I was wondering if you could even aim.

[molotov]

Why would you wonder that?

[nihilo]

[ She vaguely gestures at the destroyed target. ]

Something to get out of your chest?

[molotov]

Not at all.

[nihilo]

[ She shrugs, and tries to hit her target again, twice. ]

[molotov]

[Molotov goes back to decimating her own target.]

[nihilo]

[ Only Molotov is so much better at aiming. This isn't cool. Alice stops shooting to watch her again, waiting to speak. ]

Show me how.

[molotov]

How to what, fire a gun? Try pulling the trigger.

[nihilo]

No. To aim.

[molotov]

Look at the target and then point your gun where you want the bullet to go.

[nihilo]

Easier said.

Show me.

[molotov]

[Molotov just does it. Because she doesn't know how to explain. SHOOT YOUR GUN, that is basically her idea of teaching.]

[nihilo]

[ Okay so showing wasn't easy to follow either. Alice huffs, like a petulant child, and tries that aiming thing, and misses the center by two rings. ]

[molotov]

[SNORT. Molotov just goes back to destroying her own target.]

You are not trying hard enough.

[nihilo]

You're not showing me well enough.

[molotov]

What is there to show? Look at the target, then point the gun towards it. I showed you several times, I cannot help your incompetence.

[nihilo]

[ Alice pouts, scolded, then proceeds to just keep shooting. At least she's hitting within the target and not the wall! ]

[molotov]

[Yeah, Molotov's a shitty teacher, sorry. Her target decimated, Molotov stops for a drink, watching.]

[nihilo]

[ Yeah, no. Alice stops her wild shooting and sets down her gun, sidling over to Molotov and waits for an offer for a drink. ]

[molotov]

[AN OFFER THAT DOESN'T COME]