the coldness runs through my veins you know my name || OPEN

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WHO || Hook and WHOEVER'S HANGING AROUND THE CASTLE
WHAT || Playing with guns
WHERE || Shooting range
WHEN || 2/28 daytime
HOW || WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT.

♬ Chris Cornell - You Know my Name

Hook still was getting used to this new world. He hadn't given up his usual black leather apparel, and he hadn't gone for some sort of new fake hand that may have been more functional or at least more normal looking than the hook.

What he had gotten used to was guns.

The Excalibur Pistol was simple enough to use, and amazingly powerful for such a little thing. Hook had decided pretty quickly that he liked it.

He leveled it at the target and shot. It clipped the edge of the target (atk 9). He frowned, readjusting the pistol. As simple a thing as it was, it seemed it would actually need some work for him to get actually good at using it. No matter, he had time to spare. He readjusted his gun and shot again (atk 11). It hit the target. Outer edge, but not bad for a man from a world where these things don't exist.

He held up the gun again, aiming carefully. Unbidden, he thought of Gold, the man Emma said he wanted to kill.

He pulled the trigger. The bullet sank into the dead center of the target (atk 23).

Well, now. Maybe he could get the hang of this thing after all.

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Instead, he moved closer, lowering his voice to hide some of the vulnerability. "Suppose you've made that all too clear. Too bad for you, I excel at being unexpected."

He turned slightly, aiming his gun at her target while still standing far too close to her. He squeezed the trigger. It was a good shot (atk 18), thudding hard into the target near the center. Then he looked back at her.

"Besides, I was here first."

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Her eyes followed the shot down range, and she assessed it for a moment before looking back at him.

"Looks to me like you don't need a teacher." It was a non-sequitur, but she wasn't going to bother with his closeness and his bedroom voice or addressing anything he'd said in it. It all meant letting him set the terms for the conversation, which Emma had no intention of doing. She surveyed him, eyes raking over his body, then she grabbed her gun and stuffed it into a holster at her hip.

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He couldn't help smiling a little at the compliment, but he still didn't back up.

"You're changing the subject." And apparently running away, if her holstering her gun meant anything.

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"I'm getting rid of the subject." She offered a tight-lipped smile and gave him one final look, then turned to head for the exit of the range. If he wasn't going to leave, she would, and she'd return later.

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"You're avoiding the subject!" He called after her. But he didn't follow. She could run away, but he was hardly going to let her do it gracefully. Not without calling her on it.