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[heliotroping]

[After a long day of being sick and miserable and weird feeling, Django has gone to the shooting range, because shooting guns always makes him feel better. Except his concentration is gone, and despite having several guns, he seems to keep missing the vital points on the target. He's down to his Solar Gun after several rounds, but even with those energy bullets being much bigger than the average one, it fails to even hit the target.]

Ugh!

[He throws his Solar Gun hard at his bag, dislodging the journal as it flutters open to the floor]

This is a waste of time...