Garrus Vakarian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
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IC Contact - Consignment
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[Garrus lets the silence linger for a short time, watching the bahari. They grow really fast. He's not entirely sure he'd noticed that the first time around. Then again, there'd been a lot going on and Jean's cat hadn't exactly been what he'd been paying the most attention to.]
We'll skip a repeat of the warning that I'm not cheerful. But then I don't even know where to start. I mean, it's not like I even wanted something serious. At first. It... happened. ANd it was probably a mistake. What's here for us? Destruction.
We'll skip a repeat of the warning that I'm not cheerful. But then I don't even know where to start. I mean, it's not like I even wanted something serious. At first. It... happened. ANd it was probably a mistake. What's here for us? Destruction.
Loving someone who doesn't love you back is pretty stupid. That was your first mistake.
[Poor Garrus. If he was hoping for a sympathetic ear, Erin's just ran out. The things Garrus is saying are hitting a little too close to home for her comfort, so she tunes him out entirely and lifts the gun again. Distractions are good. Aiming at a tree, even better.]
How do I shoot things?
[Poor Garrus. If he was hoping for a sympathetic ear, Erin's just ran out. The things Garrus is saying are hitting a little too close to home for her comfort, so she tunes him out entirely and lifts the gun again. Distractions are good. Aiming at a tree, even better.]
How do I shoot things?
[ she shoots him a look when he talks about adjusting to the gun. ] That seems inefficient.
[ but she supposes it makes a strange sort of sense. not every blade is balanced the exact same way either, even if there's less discrepancy than it sounds like there is for guns.
as she looks back through the scope, sakura goes still. inhale, exhale. a breeze makes the flower sway. another breath, and on the exhale, sakura squeezes the trigger. she misses; the shot goes to the left a bit. but it's in the general vicinity of the flower, so she'll call this one a win. ]
That... is really pretty cool. Even if I missed.
[ but she supposes it makes a strange sort of sense. not every blade is balanced the exact same way either, even if there's less discrepancy than it sounds like there is for guns.
as she looks back through the scope, sakura goes still. inhale, exhale. a breeze makes the flower sway. another breath, and on the exhale, sakura squeezes the trigger. she misses; the shot goes to the left a bit. but it's in the general vicinity of the flower, so she'll call this one a win. ]
That... is really pretty cool. Even if I missed.
No, really.
[There's bitterness in his voice.]
Good to know you can just decide not to do that. Some of us haven't evolved to that point yet. And you shoot things by learning the gun, learning how to aim the gun, taking the safety off, and firing.
[If you want to state the obvious, Erin, you can get some obvious statements right back.]
Do you wanna tell me my mistakes, or do you wanna learn?
[There's bitterness in his voice.]
Good to know you can just decide not to do that. Some of us haven't evolved to that point yet. And you shoot things by learning the gun, learning how to aim the gun, taking the safety off, and firing.
[If you want to state the obvious, Erin, you can get some obvious statements right back.]
Do you wanna tell me my mistakes, or do you wanna learn?
Most guns are mass-produced. You put out five thousand parts an hour, there's gonna be things that are slightly off about each piece in a different way. Maybe the barrel has an irregular ground-out area. Maybe the scope's the teeniest bit flawed. Maybe it wasn't put together exactly right.
[Garrus shrugs.]
The more you learn about guns, the more you'll be able to compensate. To fix them to your preferences, and deal with the flaws. If you want. I know you've got plenty of weapons already. But that's a damn good shot for a beginner, and you could figure this out.
[It's probably because of her training, really. He's seen some of what Ino and Kakashi can do now, and it's clear they've worked hard at their craft. Which makes sense.]
Compensate for the pull, and try again.
[Garrus shrugs.]
The more you learn about guns, the more you'll be able to compensate. To fix them to your preferences, and deal with the flaws. If you want. I know you've got plenty of weapons already. But that's a damn good shot for a beginner, and you could figure this out.
[It's probably because of her training, really. He's seen some of what Ino and Kakashi can do now, and it's clear they've worked hard at their craft. Which makes sense.]
Compensate for the pull, and try again.
Stand up straight.
[Telling him he shouldn't have fallen in love with someone who didn't love him back isn't helping, in his opinion. He already knows he'd been stupid.]
The safety's on until you're standing straight and holding the gun right, and then it can come off. Speaking of, you hold it like this.
[He takes his own rifle and models how to stand. There's some annoyance in his subharmonics still, but at least he's not dipping back into the sadness.]
[Telling him he shouldn't have fallen in love with someone who didn't love him back isn't helping, in his opinion. He already knows he'd been stupid.]
The safety's on until you're standing straight and holding the gun right, and then it can come off. Speaking of, you hold it like this.
[He takes his own rifle and models how to stand. There's some annoyance in his subharmonics still, but at least he's not dipping back into the sadness.]
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
I was just checking in, Garrus. If there's something else you need you can let me know.
I was just checking in, Garrus. If there's something else you need you can let me know.
[ the barrel of the rifle lowers so sakura can roll her shoulder. it doesn't hurt, but the kick back isn't exactly something she was expecting. ]
I actually don't have that many weapons. My tanto, [ she gestures at the blade holstered at the small of her back ] and three kunai someone gifted me. [ and only three of those are long-distance weapons of any kind.
she raises the gun again and, remembering how the shot veered, compensates. which is an odd thing to do when looking through a scope. she still misses. it's a nearer miss this time, though. the frown that tugs at her mouth isn't a frown of frustration, but of someone who has just discovered a new puzzle they're determined to figure out. ]
Alright, so what's it look like when someone can actually hit the target?
I actually don't have that many weapons. My tanto, [ she gestures at the blade holstered at the small of her back ] and three kunai someone gifted me. [ and only three of those are long-distance weapons of any kind.
she raises the gun again and, remembering how the shot veered, compensates. which is an odd thing to do when looking through a scope. she still misses. it's a nearer miss this time, though. the frown that tugs at her mouth isn't a frown of frustration, but of someone who has just discovered a new puzzle they're determined to figure out. ]
Alright, so what's it look like when someone can actually hit the target?
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Right, okay. You're just normally not so short with things. But text doesn't always say everything, so all right.
Right, okay. You're just normally not so short with things. But text doesn't always say everything, so all right.
[He takes a breath.]
Our lives are here.
[It's an addition, not a correction.]
Everything's here, and if we don't find what we might need here we won't, period, but...
[There's a shake of his head. The mission does come first. He hasn't lost sight of that, because all of Palaven is at stake. But personal wants and needs shouldn't all be ignored when they don't conflict with the mission. Having someone, that would make a person stronger. More able to deal with what's to come. He'd just wanted too much of that someone.]
I am too, Pilot. Guessing you've never made a mess like that.
Our lives are here.
[It's an addition, not a correction.]
Everything's here, and if we don't find what we might need here we won't, period, but...
[There's a shake of his head. The mission does come first. He hasn't lost sight of that, because all of Palaven is at stake. But personal wants and needs shouldn't all be ignored when they don't conflict with the mission. Having someone, that would make a person stronger. More able to deal with what's to come. He'd just wanted too much of that someone.]
I am too, Pilot. Guessing you've never made a mess like that.
[He just wants to be loved back. That shouldn't be too much to ask. Except it is, and he shakes his head before reaching over and gently correcting the way she's holding the gun.]
If it's too heavy, we can work on weight training instead.
[There's no judgement to that. She's not used to dealing with weapons, and weapons are heavy.]
If it's too heavy, we can work on weight training instead.
[There's no judgement to that. She's not used to dealing with weapons, and weapons are heavy.]
[More things she knows all too well. Someday she'll tell Garrus about Garrett, but now is not that time.]
No thanks. I do weight training and suddenly I can't slip into the small places anymore. I'll pass.
[She lets Garrus correct her and...then holds it slightly sideways.]
Better?
No thanks. I do weight training and suddenly I can't slip into the small places anymore. I'll pass.
[She lets Garrus correct her and...then holds it slightly sideways.]
Better?
Like this. Purple flower, three trees to the left of the red one.
[Garrus finds it in his scope and fires, a quick, smooth action born of decades of practice. The flower bursts into petal fragments and he lowers his gun.]
Different sizes and types of rounds do different types of damage, though part of the gun's effect is in the head. Means if you're up against someone who knows what a gun is, you can shoot them anywhere and do more damage because they figure they're gonna get pretty badly hurt. When it's someone or something not familiar with a gun, you've gotta be more precise. Forehead, vital organs, throat. Those are the shots that'll take them out. Everything else just hurts.
[Garrus finds it in his scope and fires, a quick, smooth action born of decades of practice. The flower bursts into petal fragments and he lowers his gun.]
Different sizes and types of rounds do different types of damage, though part of the gun's effect is in the head. Means if you're up against someone who knows what a gun is, you can shoot them anywhere and do more damage because they figure they're gonna get pretty badly hurt. When it's someone or something not familiar with a gun, you've gotta be more precise. Forehead, vital organs, throat. Those are the shots that'll take them out. Everything else just hurts.
Better, but not there yet.
[He's not sure if she's doing this on purpose or if she's just that bad with weapons. It's not annoying, but it does make him wonder if she's trying.]
Here.
[He shifts her hands again.]
Feel the weight of it, just like that. Let it balance in your hands so that you can hold it steadily. You don't want the gun shaking or loose.
[He's not sure if she's doing this on purpose or if she's just that bad with weapons. It's not annoying, but it does make him wonder if she's trying.]
Here.
[He shifts her hands again.]
Feel the weight of it, just like that. Let it balance in your hands so that you can hold it steadily. You don't want the gun shaking or loose.
[The more he has to correct her, the less he talks about things she doesn't want to hear. So that's good.]
I'm glad mine is small.
[She holds it loosely, not enough to drop, but definitely too loose to be safe if she actually fired--yes, Garrus, this is definitely deliberate at this point.]
I'm glad mine is small.
[She holds it loosely, not enough to drop, but definitely too loose to be safe if she actually fired--yes, Garrus, this is definitely deliberate at this point.]
[She hums in thought, looking around the rover as if something might jump out at her - and then glances sharply at Garrus. Well, it's something to know that she was right, at least. Maybe a couple of years ago her reaction would have been different - more of a, 'well, he's an adult (sort of), he can handle himself'. But back then, would she even have noticed? Would he taken time out from his own pain to come and help her?
That was two years ago, though, and now here they are, and the very sound of his voice and the way he holds himself is making something close to anxiety coil in her ribs.]
You've got a soldering gun? That might actually work. [It's not a great idea, but the outer layer's tough enough to take it, and it's better than a patch. The only issue is making sure it doesn't get through and sear the inner layer - or her.
But that's only a distraction for a moment or two, and she pauses, sobering - before leaning forward slightly, close enough that he might - just might - be able to see the outline of her face.] But you're not all right now. What happened?
That was two years ago, though, and now here they are, and the very sound of his voice and the way he holds himself is making something close to anxiety coil in her ribs.]
You've got a soldering gun? That might actually work. [It's not a great idea, but the outer layer's tough enough to take it, and it's better than a patch. The only issue is making sure it doesn't get through and sear the inner layer - or her.
But that's only a distraction for a moment or two, and she pauses, sobering - before leaning forward slightly, close enough that he might - just might - be able to see the outline of her face.] But you're not all right now. What happened?
Small, but still dangerous if you hold it wrong. Are you trying to learn, or not?
[Garrus puts his hands over hers, tries to tighten them around the weapon.]
Be safe and secure, Erin. Don't handle a gun if you're not gonna pay attention.
[Garrus puts his hands over hers, tries to tighten them around the weapon.]
Be safe and secure, Erin. Don't handle a gun if you're not gonna pay attention.
I'm learning.
[She was less difficult with Garrett, years ago, but she was smaller and shyer then, too.
Still, she is paying attention, and she lets Garrus correct her as needed, holding it properly at last. Almost comfortably. She'll pick this up quick once she deigns to put her mind to it. Better?]
[She was less difficult with Garrett, years ago, but she was smaller and shyer then, too.
Still, she is paying attention, and she lets Garrus correct her as needed, holding it properly at last. Almost comfortably. She'll pick this up quick once she deigns to put her mind to it. Better?]
[He fishes through his armor compartments for his soldering gun and the length of metal he needs to solder with, pulling them out after a few moments. They're not things he needs often, which is why he'd forgotten where they were exactly. They're also apparently not enough of a shield or deflection from her curiosity.
Garrus takes a breath, and his mandibles draw very close to his face before he answers.]
I got... involved. We've been here, what, nine months? Something like. Lot of downtime. Something started. And now it's over. Shouldn't have let that happen.
[It had been such a mistake. And yet it had been wonderful, too, and he doesn't know if he can completely regret what had happened. He shakes his head.]
You got something to protect your arm while we do this? Don't wanna burn you. Some scrap of cloth, anything you can lose inside the suit.
[Though it would have to be sterile, then. That makes it tricky.]
Garrus takes a breath, and his mandibles draw very close to his face before he answers.]
I got... involved. We've been here, what, nine months? Something like. Lot of downtime. Something started. And now it's over. Shouldn't have let that happen.
[It had been such a mistake. And yet it had been wonderful, too, and he doesn't know if he can completely regret what had happened. He shakes his head.]
You got something to protect your arm while we do this? Don't wanna burn you. Some scrap of cloth, anything you can lose inside the suit.
[Though it would have to be sterile, then. That makes it tricky.]
Edited 2015-02-10 23:04 (UTC)
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
I'm sticking to what's professional. That's what you want, isn't it?
I'm sticking to what's professional. That's what you want, isn't it?
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