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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Unfortunately, Hook really didn't know much (knowledge 11). It wasn't a particularly fair bargain. Still, he did his best to comply. "Well, it's a castle. Filled with knights. And... electricity." They didn't really have electricity where he was from. He was still getting used to it. "Then there are squires, like you and me, darling, who'll probably become knights if we behave." Meaning Hook wasn't necessarily going to make it. Whoops. "Any questions?"

[bittersweeter]

Ugh. Worthless. She should have saved herself the trouble and just kicked him. She had sorted that all out in about the time it took her to walk from the front desk to Wynn's room.

"None that you'll have the answers to," she murmured, somehow managing to be derisive and uninterested at the same time. The apathy was strong in this one. She stepped back, he seemed to have reached the end of his usefulness to her and considering the chances of his scruffy charm working on her was slim to slimmer, well, was there even a point to sticking around?

Although... She paused, maybe there was one question. "How did you lose your hand?"

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"No clue." That wasn't quite true. Emma had given him a name, and he'd matched the name to a face. But he didn't know. He didn't remember it happening. As much as he disliked working with the man he presumed was his enemy, the animosity kept pushing up against the fact that he couldn't remember being wronged by the man.

[bittersweeter]

Lila's nose wrinkled in distaste. She could ask another question, one that would be obvious and polite,considering they had just carried on an entire conversation. But, honestly, Lila could not actually care less about this man's name. She could try, but she didn't think he was worth the trouble.

She made a conversational little hum. "Try not to shoot yourself," she finally said, turning to walk away. Lila wasn't really one for niceties.