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WEEK 3 - MONDAY; GIRGE (morning, firing range/hunting lodge)
[ If Girge was early enough, he would have seen Seto walk past him and his attempt at dismantling one of the guns in the lodge, and into the door which marks out the firing range.
More importantly, if Girge ventures down the firing range, he'll notice that Seto's handling one of the pistols in the range with all the familiarity of someone who knows what it's like to hold the weight of a gun in his hand, and he's unflinching even as he unloads one round of blanks into the dummies that serve as targets.
He's not wearing earplugs or goggles this time around - who has the luxury of doing that in real life? A firing range is too absurdly safe - which is why when Girge ventures beyond a certain point, in between the sharp crack of gun shots, Seto's going to notice, whirl around, his coat billowing out behind him, and level his gun right at the level in between Girge's eyes, cocked and ready to fire. ]
... If this were loaded, you'd be dead.
[ Thank goodness it's not, then, although Seto's eyes are narrowed slightly. It takes a couple of moments before he lowers the gun. It's still gripped in his hand tightly, but at least Girge isn't having a gun pointed to his face.
He hasn't spoken with Girge before aside from in passing, so it isn't even induced by the night terrors when he regards Girge with just a little bit of suspicion. ]
What brings you here?
More importantly, if Girge ventures down the firing range, he'll notice that Seto's handling one of the pistols in the range with all the familiarity of someone who knows what it's like to hold the weight of a gun in his hand, and he's unflinching even as he unloads one round of blanks into the dummies that serve as targets.
He's not wearing earplugs or goggles this time around - who has the luxury of doing that in real life? A firing range is too absurdly safe - which is why when Girge ventures beyond a certain point, in between the sharp crack of gun shots, Seto's going to notice, whirl around, his coat billowing out behind him, and level his gun right at the level in between Girge's eyes, cocked and ready to fire. ]
... If this were loaded, you'd be dead.
[ Thank goodness it's not, then, although Seto's eyes are narrowed slightly. It takes a couple of moments before he lowers the gun. It's still gripped in his hand tightly, but at least Girge isn't having a gun pointed to his face.
He hasn't spoken with Girge before aside from in passing, so it isn't even induced by the night terrors when he regards Girge with just a little bit of suspicion. ]
What brings you here?
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Are you sure about that?
[He rests the gun he took—put back together—as he glances around the range.]
I could ask you the same.
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I usually shoot to at least grievously injure, if not kill.
[ It's matter-of-fact. The only reason why he doesn't is because there aren't any bullets in the gun.
Seto's gaze flickers downwards, towards the gun that Girge is holding - unloaded, he knows, because there's no ammunition and he has one stowed away in his own room, hidden hopefully where Chie can't find it. The last thing he needs is for her to freak out and ask questions. ]
I tend to prefer places with less people around.
[ Most people don't have reason to come over to the firing range unless they actually want to shoot something, in his experience. ]
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[Cheerfully, he steps further into the room (essentially ignoring the fact that Seto probably doesn't want him here), before glancing at him once more.]
Sir Light, right? No, wait. [...] Who are you again?
[jk he knows who this guy is, but.
:) ]
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It's all he can say, really. For a brief moment, he considers snapping back at Girge that he's not welcome, but he's got that cheerful look that reminds Seto too painfully of a certain blond deadbeat who's stubborn enough to just ignore it and shove his way through, and Seto just scowls, lets him step further into the room.
... lol fuck you, girge. how dare u not know who he is, how the hell do u even mistake him for light
Except that of course he doesn't say that out loud, just lets a flash of irritation cross over his face before he manages to pull it back to something a little bit more neutral. ]
Kaiba, We've spoken.
[ Only once, at this past trial, to be exact. Eh, better than nothing. ]
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Ah, yes. Thinking about it, Light probably doesn't have your... taste in fashion.
[Not that Girge can judge, as the guy who goes around in his tattered military uniform, but.
He lifts the gun, taking a moment to figure out how to hold it properly—the guns he's used to don't have triggers, after all.]
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Hmph. Is that all? [ Listen he's not some prep school kid, ok he's Mildly Offended only because he dresses for a very Specific Look. It's not like Girge's tattered military uniform is any better.
Watch where you're pointing that gun, Girge, because Seto's going to immediately sidestep out of the path of the gun. Even though it doesn't have any bullets, he's not about to take his chances and risk anything.
He watches Girgle fumble with holding the gun - why did he say that he knew how to shoot one when he has no idea how to even hold it, does he even know how to actually use it-- ]
Have you even used a gun before?
[ It could be a condescending question, but surprisingly, it's not. It's more flat, mildly curious, actually. With the number of... children in this place, he's actually surprised if anyone actually knows how to use a gun properly, even if they can't use them outside of the range.
Guess who's the idiot who tried smuggling one out of the range earlier in the game and failed completely? No prizes. ]
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Girge spares him only a glance at the question, before returning his attention to the gun.]
Yes. They're not shaped like this where I'm from, however. [He places his finger on the trigger.] I assume this is what you'd use to fire...?