escordvi | Log 3

Who: Shadow the Hedgehog and anyone else!
Status: Open
Where: Wherever the prompts take us.
What: Catch-all for the month.
Warnings: Violence and being an intolerable asshole.

I. Corsairs of Victory: Nikke!

A) [A crowd has started to form around the shooting range, around one particular individual who has been hitting all their shots. If there was one individual who exudes a gun ambassador, it was Shadow the hedgehog. Or should we say, the Ultimate Gun Ambassador? But he wasn't here in search for glory. He doesn't need to prove himself to anyone. He was seeking other talents that this world had to offer. Who else should he be aware of that knows their way around a gun? So far, he's been disappointed. It seems the most he'll get out of this is keeping his skills sharpen and learning how to use different kinds of pistols that exists in this world. As he empties another round from the provided pistol, he slides it over to one of the handlers, a hand extended for them to bring him something else. He's grown bored of that one. Give him their most tricky pistols to master. At least that might make things a little more interesting, until someone can prove they can hold a gun.]

B) Ask someone else. [Obviously with an impressive performance like that, he's going to end up with a crowd of people lining up to learn from him. His response is always the same. To shove it. If they need to ask him for help, they're already a lost cause. He huffs, growing tired of this needy crowd and starts to look for the exit. Even as the host runs up to stop him, telling him it's the ambassader's duty to train others.] I didn't agree to anything. [He's no one's ambassador, and this place has nothing else for him to offer.]

II. No Sin Unpunished - [Closed to Arlecchino]
[It seems there are still a few stray experiments left roaming about from the mad alchemist. Even a bounty has been placed on one of them. Interesting. Does all it can do is speak? Or is there something more to it that makes it worth being marked? Eitherway, it needs to be taken care of.

As night arrives, Shadow follows the trail of information he had been gathering or overheard. Though it feels like he's being led in circles. Was he getting closer or was it actually across town? A click of his tongue. It doesn't matter, he has all the time to locate it, if not tonight, than tomorrow night.] Which way? [He'll thrust a photo of the creature at the next person he comes across. If they don't know what he's talking about, he just keeps moving on without another word.]

III. Wildcard
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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ ~~racecars lasers aeroplanes~~~ Her eyes glitter at the prospect of a challenge. A shootdown showdown, dear boy??? ]

Exactly. When it comes to weapon choice, guns are usually my last choice... [ bang! ] ends things too quickly, maybe even before the other side has a chance to surrender... [ bang! ] but I also know sometimes, you gotta act fast before your enemy can think faster.

[ della please don't spell your name with bullets - ]

You're wasting bullets. [He sees what she's doing. If she was getting wow points though, she is getting the crowd going. Hitting bullseye is old news now apparently.]

[ Hey, she's Dewey's mother, she's definitely got some showmanship in her. ]

Ten doubloon if you can get that entire spider's web off the corner in one shot.

[ C'mon, lighten up! ]

Tch. I'm not here for your coin or entertainment. [There's a few in the crowd booing.

"Quit being a party pooper and show us!"
"Yea, unless ya chicken!"

He has no reason to prove anything to these fools. It's beneath him. He continues to fire away at the actual target.]

[ Hmmm. What would really get under his fur?

She knows Sonic and Shadow are from each other's worlds, but other than that, isn't sure of the relationship between them. But she decides to take a guess. Worst that could happen is him just looking confused. ]

... Bet Sonic could do iiiit...

[The finger leaves the trigger before he fires. A turn of his head, with the most deadpan expression.] You ever seen him hold a gun?

Nope. Never. So that's why I can assume he can do it, since you can't.

[ Eyebrow wiggle! ]

Because he'd shoot his own damn face off. [He growls the correction. He knows what she's trying to do. It won't work. Though he's not firing shots still, an ear twitching irritably.]

[ Ohohoho, she sees that ear twitch. ]

Are you sure? It kind of sounds like someone's overcompensating out of worry...

I'll shoot that beak off instead if you continue to say stupid things. [The crowd goes "oooh" at that, which makes Shadow groan in irritation. Putting the pistol down, he starts to stomp off.] This isn't worth my time.

[ Aw, now she feels bad. She just wanted some fun, not for him to get upset! ]

Whoa, hey! I'm sorry, I didn't think it'd tick you off that badly. I just have a really stupid competitive thing. That's on me.

[He's not pissed off, he just can't stand listening to all this nonsense. ~~So he's pissed off-~~]

You can compete with anyone here. [He does not care. There's nothing he needs to prove to these chumps.]

I could, but what would be the point? You and I know both you're the best shot here. And you also know that I'm not just buttering you up - I don't have to. Your skills just spoke for yourself.

They need to be in top form. [He needs to stay on top. He has to be ready for anything. He isn't a competitor, just using the space to sharpen his skills. If he felt challenged by someone else, then he will get better for his own self improvement. He hasn't felt the need to do so with anyone.

...

He stops.] This isn't a game for me. So don't ask me to do anything pointless.

[ She puts a hand up, as if ready to swear off. ]

No more pointless showing-off. We're just here to help each other and everyone else.

. . . [Not sure about the help everyone else part, but the rest of it. Fine. He'll turn back around, returning to the shooting range. Another target, a new pistol being picked up.] Start again.

[ She salutes like a loyal soldier, but with a cheerful smile. ]

Yes, sir!

[ She'll pick up a new pistol - one twirl! just one!!!! - before taking him and firing off. ]

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