Today Didn't Suck
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tanarillWhich is surprising, really. I expected it to.
Anywho, we have some DaHTA for you today. I'm having a hard time keeping Dan in character. That, and Heres Tanarill is being a show-offy know-it-all. The fact that she doesn't actually know it all would be a redeeming feature if she ever told anyone, but as things are she g;ares at CW and CW glares at her and then they stalk off.
Title: Dodge
Fandom: ASRP
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Watching Heres Tanarill fight was an education in and of itself. She moved . . . quite slowly, actually, and never very much, but always with great deliberation and she was never, ever in the same place as their attacks. Often the attacks missed by mere centimeters, but she spun away, all madcap giggles and a smile far too sharp, and practically danced through the field of fire.
It didn’t take long.
“How did you do that?” asked Dan, looking at what had, not so long ago, been a crack team of commandos. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have done the same thing; it was that he couldn’t have done the same thing without also incurring massive property damage. But she attacked like a scalpel,
“I’ve had practice,” she said darkly, stepping over an unconscious body.
“You were dodging bullets!”
“No, I wasn’t. It’s impossible to dodge bullets, unless you’re quite far away. But it’s easy not to be in the way of a bullet’s trajectory when it fires.”
“All of them?”
“Why not?” She shrugged. “It’s a question of knowing how a gun works and kinetics. Learning to fire a gun, you try to predict where the bullet’s going to hit. This is just doing it from the other side. Although,” she added, “it’s easier if you have fired a gun.”
“ . . . could you teach me?”
She shrugged again. “That depends entirely on whether or not you can learn.”
***
And the companion piece:
***
Title: Lesson
Fandom: ASRP
Rating: G
Warnings: None
As it turned out, dodging bullets wasn’t very hard.
She’d taken him through an extensive gun training course that he didn’t actually need, explaining that it was easier to predict how bullets would move if you could predict how bullets would move. She’d also explained the rule of guns: a pistol is good only for getting a shotgun, a shotgun is good only for getting a long gun. By the time backup arrives, you should be using your enemies’ weapons. He would have bet his unlife that she’d done both on more than one occasion.
Then she had done a complete one-eighty and taught him how to firewalk. Except in his case it was icewalking, because fire didn’t hurt him. It had taken him weeks of blistered feet to figure out how to fall into the light autohypnosis necessary to do it, but on the plus side he was no longer hurt by ice unless he wanted to be. Since he didn’t want to be, that was one weakness that he just didn’t have unless he lost focus. And while Dan was easy to distract in some matters, he could be as focused as a drill in others.
Finally, she’d fired at him; he’d been surprised to find that, just as she’d said, it was simply a matter of not being where the guns were pointing. He’d been shot, or rather shot through, a few times before he really got the hang of it. But it wasn’t, as Heres Tanarill had said, actually very hard. He felt confident that he could now dodge bullets, even the very rare ones that could hurt him.
Dan smiled, predatory, and cracked his knuckles. Time to go show Mama what he’d learned at school.
I've also written one in which they get drunk. Dan is going to kill me.
Anywho, we have some DaHTA for you today. I'm having a hard time keeping Dan in character. That, and Heres Tanarill is being a show-offy know-it-all. The fact that she doesn't actually know it all would be a redeeming feature if she ever told anyone, but as things are she g;ares at CW and CW glares at her and then they stalk off.
Title: Dodge
Fandom: ASRP
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Watching Heres Tanarill fight was an education in and of itself. She moved . . . quite slowly, actually, and never very much, but always with great deliberation and she was never, ever in the same place as their attacks. Often the attacks missed by mere centimeters, but she spun away, all madcap giggles and a smile far too sharp, and practically danced through the field of fire.
It didn’t take long.
“How did you do that?” asked Dan, looking at what had, not so long ago, been a crack team of commandos. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have done the same thing; it was that he couldn’t have done the same thing without also incurring massive property damage. But she attacked like a scalpel,
“I’ve had practice,” she said darkly, stepping over an unconscious body.
“You were dodging bullets!”
“No, I wasn’t. It’s impossible to dodge bullets, unless you’re quite far away. But it’s easy not to be in the way of a bullet’s trajectory when it fires.”
“All of them?”
“Why not?” She shrugged. “It’s a question of knowing how a gun works and kinetics. Learning to fire a gun, you try to predict where the bullet’s going to hit. This is just doing it from the other side. Although,” she added, “it’s easier if you have fired a gun.”
“ . . . could you teach me?”
She shrugged again. “That depends entirely on whether or not you can learn.”
***
And the companion piece:
***
Title: Lesson
Fandom: ASRP
Rating: G
Warnings: None
As it turned out, dodging bullets wasn’t very hard.
She’d taken him through an extensive gun training course that he didn’t actually need, explaining that it was easier to predict how bullets would move if you could predict how bullets would move. She’d also explained the rule of guns: a pistol is good only for getting a shotgun, a shotgun is good only for getting a long gun. By the time backup arrives, you should be using your enemies’ weapons. He would have bet his unlife that she’d done both on more than one occasion.
Then she had done a complete one-eighty and taught him how to firewalk. Except in his case it was icewalking, because fire didn’t hurt him. It had taken him weeks of blistered feet to figure out how to fall into the light autohypnosis necessary to do it, but on the plus side he was no longer hurt by ice unless he wanted to be. Since he didn’t want to be, that was one weakness that he just didn’t have unless he lost focus. And while Dan was easy to distract in some matters, he could be as focused as a drill in others.
Finally, she’d fired at him; he’d been surprised to find that, just as she’d said, it was simply a matter of not being where the guns were pointing. He’d been shot, or rather shot through, a few times before he really got the hang of it. But it wasn’t, as Heres Tanarill had said, actually very hard. He felt confident that he could now dodge bullets, even the very rare ones that could hurt him.
Dan smiled, predatory, and cracked his knuckles. Time to go show Mama what he’d learned at school.
I've also written one in which they get drunk. Dan is going to kill me.
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:50 am (UTC)Other then acting like he is drugged (what with the lessening of cussing) Dan seems fine to me.
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Date: 2007-02-28 01:38 pm (UTC)The funniest bit was when I realized why Dan wanted to know how to dodge bullets. He gets into Vlad's vault and finds . . . you know what, I'm just going to write it. It's too funny not to.
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:47 pm (UTC)