Action Log - Postdated to January 5th

[chocobosnap]

WHO: Prompto Argentum - and everyone who wants to turn up!
WHAT: Gun cleaning, shooting at the range
WHEN: January 5th, from morning until evening
WHERE: Genessia Firing Range
WARNINGS: Maybe none, hard to say?

After speaking with Gladio, and the arrival of a reminder that he really doesn't want his skills to dull, he's decided to engage in the catharsis of a day at the range. It's lucky he doesn't need to take photographs, but those aren't the only shots he can take, he's an accomplished marksman.

Prompto, once given a prep table, would sit down and begin cleaning his guns thoroughly. He has a full arsenal at his disposal - he has a bazooka, an SMG, a sniper rifle and three different handguns, each one laid out on the table until he begins cleaning, removing clips and performing routine maintenance. The whole process will take awhile, and he has ear plugs in, but anyone who wants to get a good look at his arsenal is welcome to have a look.

When he was finished with the cleaning process, he will select his weapon of choice, although probably not the bazooka at an indoor range and move to the stationary targets and proceed to take up a position as natural as breathing. Squared shoulders, solid frame and he'll take aim, put his finger to the trigger and fire. Without distractions, Prompto won't miss on a stationary target. 

Later, he'll take on the moving targets, which depending on his gun, his success will fluctuate, although he has the best success with his handguns here. 

It's all very cathartic and methodical, each shot he takes letting him fall into a rhythm. He is, however, always pleased to talk about guns, teach something new, or let someone have a look safely. He's a lot more deadly than he looks. 

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Gun cleaning~

[his_queen]

Riza was just finishing up with her ritual at the range, feeling much better after getting her stresses at home out. She always felt at peace after getting her targets in the range. She had complete control, still living up to her name and namesake of "the hawk's eye."

As she was leaving however, she spotted a rather large arsenal on a table, even before she recognized the person this arsenal apparently belonged to.

She blinked.

Well you learn something new everyday.

Riza carefully approached him, making sure he could see her, and smiled, speaking loudly over the sounds around them.

"Prompto, hi," she waved, "Nice array you've got here."

[chocobosnap]

He was kind of in his zone, cleaning with a little tap of his foot as though he were remembering some song to clean to. She came by at a good time, he had his full range of weapons on the table, at least the firearms.

Prompto had the two unremarkable handguns on the table, but the third which was a little more ornate and personalized to him, was in his hand, as he was cleaning it. It was his his issued firearm, everything else they just happened to pick up from Niff combatants.

He offered Riza a smile. "Hi!" He offered cheerfully, and possibly more relaxed than she'd seen him, which was why Gladio thought he should get out there in the first place.

"Thanks, this is everything...for the most part."

[his_queen]

"For the most part?" she repeated, amused.

Riza gestured to see if it was okay to sit across from him, and waiting for a slight approval, she stared in almost childlike joy as some of the weapons in front of them.

"These are all yours?" She set her own gun on the table, the intricate flame design somewhat shining in the light. That small handgun was nothing compared to everything he had.

"I suppose it's perfect to protect a king with." She reached for the sniper rifle and paused. "May I?"

[chocobosnap]

"I have a couple of mechanical weapons somewhere in the armiger, but the firing range is pretty useless for those." He nodded as she wanted to take a seat and he snapped his handgun shut.

He had mentioned, whenever asked, that he was a gunner. He just didn't happen to mention all the guns he had in his arsenal, which fortunately worked because Noct was with them.

"Technically, just this one is mine." He holds it on his palms so she can look at the intricate detailing. "The rest we picked up from the enemy and they became mine."

Prompto smiled and nodded at her again. "That one's alright, fires six shots at a time. The sight's perfect on it."

[hammerheadsqueen]

Cindy was still new to the area, so spent some of her time exploring to get the lay of the land. From that wandering, she found the gun range, and Prompto's practice area. Covering her ears, she waited until he was done with a clip before saying anything.

"Didn't realize you had so many." And wandered over to the table to look at the selection. She knew Prompto used guns... but dang, he had a lot.

[chocobosnap]

It was probably good she waited until the clip was empty, even though he was going to load it magically, he still had to pause to do that and he pulled his earphones down off his ears, staring at Cindy.

"H-H-Hi Cindy." He stammered, clearing his throat. She was still so intimidating to him, but it was the same, maybe if he got a chance to know her a little bit, he'd calm down.

His hands were, fortunately, not prone to shaking. "Yeah, I h-have a few." He smiled sheepishly at her.

[hammerheadsqueen]

Still with the adorable stutter. She thought after a while, he'd get over that. But, maybe not. It was an impressive arsenal. But, she didn't know much about guns. Just cars, really. Weapons were paw paws area.

"It's impressive. Have a favorite?"

[chocobosnap]

Prompto blushed lightly and nodded, holding the most ornate looking rifle on his palms to show her. "Y-Yeah this is the one that um, was issued to me as a Crownsgaurd. Everything else we just kinda picked up. They're all useful in different situations." He smiled brightly.

[chocobosnap]

Prompto was getting the calm from the mundane activity, and when he really sat down to clean his guns, it normally took awhile, but really he was in it for the calm. He'd had much better days than the last few and he needed to clear his mind. Even though he was enjoying himself, he wasn't upset at being disturbed, he just looked up at Roy and smiled.

"Hello Colonel!" He offered cheerfully and replaced the cartridge in his handgun and set it down on the table.

"Ah, yeah, Gladio suggested it." He grinned. "Thought I c-could use the break, and really, said I should be keeping on top of things."

Perhaps what would have been more impressive, was the fact he could strap every one of those firearms to his body and still move if he had to. He just didn't need to do that, normally, the armiger was a wonderful thing.

[chocobosnap]

"It was." Prompto assured him, because Gladio was right, he did need another outlet to pour his anxieties into, and center himself.

He laughed and shrugged helplessly. "I a-also run, usually, but the weather is kinda..." He waved his hand, all that snow, there were better times to go out walking.

"My f-friends and I play games too, and cleaning my guns, so you know...lots of ways to relax." He grinned at him brightly, because that was just how he was. "The training is just a side benefit."

[moviemagic]

Krista had always decided that her new years resolution was not that of a typical lose weight, or eat better or stuff like that. No, Krista's goal was to learn skills to help her improve on her acting. Skills people might find impressive but yet at the same time with her magical girl abilities she could even use for the battlefield.

It was a win situation. But the first thing she had to do was actually practice and she was pretty sure that the shooting range was the best first step. Maybe she could find somewhere there who could help as well. As she stepped in she couldn't help but notice the other.

"Hey there Prompto. I feel like I should be surprised to see you, but I'm not."

[chocobosnap]

He was, at the moment, reloading his weapon of choice, his Crownsguard-issued handgun. He turned around at Krista's call and he smiled at her and waved, pulling the ear protection headphones off his ears, so with just earplugs, he can hear her just fine. He knew to listen a little more keenly when he was at the firing range.

"Well, I was just practicing!" His voice was louder than usual, thanks to his dulled hearing. "A little bit of target practice, it's kind of relaxing."

Prompto smiled and set down his gun on the ledge, after flicking the safety back on.

[moviemagic]

"You have a very different meaning of relaxing." She said gesturing to what was around them, but she wasn't necessarily judging him for it. Everyone has there thing after all and if shooting at targets was the way he got to relax, she can't complain. It was a good thing.

"I'm here to practice and learn."

[chocobosnap]

Prompto laughed softly. "Y-Yeah, I get that a lot too. I also run, at really early hours of the morning, and I can tell you, Noct finds that very unimpressive and crazy."

He smiled and tilted his head. "Oh, well that's good, as long as you're safe. Have you shot a gun before?"

[shieldyourass]

While guns were certainly not Gladiolus' thing, he'd been swinging by the range now and then, hoping to catch sight of Prompto there. Hoping that his advice was taken to heart. Not that he thought the younger Crownsguard was slacking on his skills - more because he thought the routine of training them would help calm and center him.

Help him feel better in control, after his run-in with the Chancellor.

He'd grabbed a set of ear protection they'd supply for visitors and leaned against the far wall, watching him shoot. Quietly being impressed. Even if Prompto hadn't been getting regular practice in - it's clear he hadn't lost his edge.

Eventually his friend would notice him standing there.

[chocobosnap]

It was always wise not to sneak up on someone with a gun in his hands, in any rate. Prompto was relaxed, hitting his targets and his skills were as sharp as ever, but after he took the time to do the catharsis of cleaning and focusing on just the targets, it was a good way to clear his mind.

He didn't know if he felt better in control when it came to the Chancellor, but he was feeling good at the moment, and sometimes that was enough.

He finished the clip and vanished it into the armiger, he was intending on changing his weapons when he turned and caught sight of Gladio. He grinned and lowered his ear protection. "Hey Gladio!"

[shieldyourass]

Gladiolus smiled back, lowering his as well. Straightened from the wall, approaching casually. "Hey, Prom."

He peered at the target in the distance, and from what he could see - the shots were tightly grouped in the center, a nice and controlled burst of fire every time. Prompto had a steady hand, it seemed, and Gladio whistled low, impressed.

"See you haven't lost your edge, not at all." He's impressed, Prompto.

[ Text ]

[bright_imperius]

[ Toward the end of his session, he gets a buzz on his phone ]

hey did you want to grab that coffee?

[ Text ]

[chocobosnap]

Yeah, I'm just finishing up at the range.
Come meet me?

[ Text -> ACTION ]

[bright_imperius]

sure! omw

[ And not long later - since he was wandering around the City anyhow - Takumi finds himself in front of the building where the firing range is. He's looking around at the other patrons, curious. ]

[darkshield]

After getting snowed in, he needed a change of scenery. And to... get away from pop songs in general. By now he'd ditched the black coat for something far warmer, even though it really left a hole in his spending until his first paycheck. Warmth was more important at the moment, especially for an island kid. So, maybe Prompto wouldn't recognize him. Heck, he had no idea who was even firing at the present. Only that since they'd switched from one type of firearm to another, they weren't missing as frequently.

"Not bad." He said, not seeing the targets being hit, but he could certainly hear how quickly the moving targets were being struck down by what he guessed were some type of handgun. Firearms were never his specialty, but he still liked to observe in his own way. Especially considering they were likely the one thing he wouldn't be able to sense coming the way he was now. And, it was one particular weapon he needed to familiarize himself with. Not to use, but defend against. Which is why he'd even come to the firing range. With the proper ear protection, of course.

[chocobosnap]

Moving targets were a completely different thing from stationary and Prompto wasn't bad with his other firearms, considering he was always shooting at moving targets in the first place, but his best accuracy was with his twin handguns, strangely enough.

He wasn't going to argue with what worked, when it worked. The targets were fast moving, and not at all suitable for his sniper rifle, or even his SMG, which was how he started.

He heard the voice and turned to look over his shoulder. The coat was different, definitely, but the blindfold was the same. He smiled.

"Th-Thanks. Hi! Riku right?" There was a soft thud as he set down his guns, because he was turning around and it was unsafe to point them at people if he wasn't going to shoot them.

[darkshield]

"Ah- Hey, Prompto." So, that's what his light felt like. Good to know for later, in case they cross paths. Now he'd be able to recognize his presence and say hello. He confirmed his guess with a nod. "You got it."

Though it wasn't exactly the same blindfold - the usual one was in the laundry after that blizzard.