you figure it out.

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[he's shooting in a rather large room, making sure to hit the targets before--whoops. there goes a vase.]

... hope that wasn't important.

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[13th.livejournal.com]

One Riku plants flowers, the other destroys.

This place is one large and odd contradiction.

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[and I am the mun of both. |D he shoots a glare over his shoulder.]

It was an accident. Looked pretty cheap anyway.

[13th.livejournal.com]

'It was an accident' is a very lame excuse.

The fact that you're shooting at all is discomforting.

[lie, lie, lie ...]

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[stare.]

Alright, so when a rabid sparkly thing is chomping your neck off, I won't shoot him. That soothe your conscience?

[13th.livejournal.com]

[simply holds both hands out at his sides, darkness whisping around one while light swirls around the other, Oblivion and Oathkeeper bursting to life.]

Very much so.

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[... taps one of them with his gun.]

Huh. Another magic thing.

[13th.livejournal.com]

I guess if you want to use the term 'magic' so broadly.

[leans up to look him in the eyes.]

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

You made them appear in your hands. Looks like magic to me.

[and just as soon as he tries, he's turned his back on him.]

[13th.livejournal.com]

[not pleased, jabs him right in the center of the back with the sharp point of Oathkeeper.]

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[flinch. puts a hand on the back of his back, wincing and checking to see if there's blood.]

[13th.livejournal.com]

[but he hasn't pulled back yet, pressing further.]

Have you learned something?

[up comes oblivion, right between his legs. not hard to hit, but enough to let him know he's there.]

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[wince, his shoulders pulling back a little.]

--what the hell do you want? I didn't do anything to you.

[13th.livejournal.com]

[drags it down slowly, still pressing in. Oblivion keeps in place, maybe pressing up a little, but it's hard to tell.]

What I want, you couldn't give me. I asked you a question first, if you hadn't heard.

I said, did you learn something?

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I did. I learned that you're one creepy jackass.

[eyes are narrowed to slits and he's gritting out his words, because he can feel blood starting to drip down.]

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[covers ears, looking sleepy] C'mon, can't you do this some other time? Or at least warn me first...? [vase breaks, jumps] Yow! Cripes, man!

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[... pause, stare.]

Okay, you see targets drawn on some sandbags and you decide to sleep near the shooting range. That's just stupid.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[mumbles] I didn't know what they were...

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[okay this--]

When you see a big circle around a smaller circle, it's called a target.

[sitarwithmytoes.livejournal.com]

[squinty stare]

Yeah, I get it now, just stop with the shooting.

[agiftandacurse.livejournal.com]

[and he's rushing to the rescue, dustpan and brush in hand.]

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[damn it, he was hoping he was too far to notice...]

[agiftandacurse.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't do things like that!

[squats down and starts brushing the glass into the pan. he looks like he's concentrating.]

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

What, practice shooting or destroy vases?

[agiftandacurse.livejournal.com]

Shooting.

[pauses for a moment.]

No, destroying vases. No, shooting...

[realbadge.livejournal.com]

[and he loads his gun while Sora's preoccupied with that.]