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[theweakhavepurpose]

[Pratt is sitting on the lower bunk of his tiny-house, part of his machine gun visible to the side and a wood plank wall behind him. He's wearing his deputy outfit again, his hair in neat braids thanks to Kettara.]

Before this whole talk of moving I was starting to set up a target range because I'm getting rusty. Figured since we have a lot of people who are experienced with firearms, arrows, knives, whatever, that I'd set it up so anyone can use it.

I've made a few spinner targets and I found a few wooden target dummies near the Colosseum but they're in rough shape so they need some clean up. I was working on a skeet shooter, but my plan to use a motor from a moped didn't work since they're electric and full of pointless plastic crap instead of useful gearbelts.

[He shakes his head, frowning at broadcasting his failure to everyone. He hadn't meant to say that.]

That's not the point.

Since we're apparently being shuffled to the next livestock pasture for us, I'm going to hold off setting it up until we're there.

What else would you guys like? Anyone need something to stand up to a crossbow? Or more intricate for throwing stars? And this shouldn't be a problem here, but I'm preemptively letting you know that there's no flamethrowers allowed at my range.

[He narrows his eyes at the screen before shutting off the feed. He definitely looks like he's adding that caveat because he's encountered that problem before.]

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

Thanks. You're really making me feel great about this move.

[Sarcasm much?]

Just don't burn down my range.

[pocketspa]

[He laughs again, still with that big ol' grin.]

Look, they'll get all the buildings, so just be inside and you'll be fine. Don't be such a mess about it, jeez.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[That sounds like the laugh of someone who is definitely going to burn down his range. :| ]

Maybe they'll get everything except the flamethrowers.

[pocketspa]

Who said I had a flamethrower?

[Shhhh, he's still having fun with him, he won't destroy anything. Yet.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

I don't care what you have. No fire in my range.

[pocketspa]

Alright, alright, don't get that whole stick up your ass.

I'll bring ice instead.

[Wink.]

[theweakhavepurpose]

[That stick lives up there thank you very much.]

I have a feeling you're going to be the first person I ban from my range.

[pocketspa]

[Oh, you are some of his favorite kind of people.]

Only if you can catch me. Besides, I am a model citizen. An absolute delight.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Uh-huh. I one hundred percent do not believe you.

[Groan.]

Just don't burn it down okay?

[pocketspa]

[He laughs again, putting a hand on his chest.]

Alright, alright. I promise I won't burn down your range.

[His identical twin sister the fire mage might, though. Hence the proper emphasis.]

You want a contract on that, buddy boy? You can end this at anytime, y'know.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[You know, that somehow sounds even MORE suspicious.]

How do you manage to sound less and less believable the more you talk?

[pocketspa]

[He's good at that.]

Because I'm a pro. And now you're gonna be watchin' your back so when real assholes show up you'll be prepared. I'm sweet like that.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I'm always prepared for assholes to show up and fuck with me. That's basically my entire life.

I don't need the assist.

[Making the nervous, twitchy, murderous sleeper agent even more neurotic won't be good for anyone.]

[pocketspa]

Alright, alright, jeez. Don't get your panties in a twist. If the fire shows up, it's not me. Any more questions?

[theweakhavepurpose]

No.

[Go away. Far far away from his range.]

[pocketspa]

Oookay. Good luck.

[And he'll wink, and disconnect.]