Blanca; catch-all

[misstrust]

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Week 4, Tuesday

[misstrust]

[ Exploration time continues!

Dorothy... can't check things out at her usual pace because. You know. Recovering stab wound, broken leg, crutches. But she'd like to think she's making fairly good progress, even as she pokes her head into the Gun Shop and blinks.

-- And then blinks again, because someone's already here. ]

Blanca!

[ She waves a crutch. ]

[papasha]

[There is a second or two of her being able to catch him with a rifle held up; the stock on his shoulder, and the grip are pretty much perfect with experience.

He is surprised, though, and lowers it, turning a ??? glance her way.]

Ah--Miss Dorothy. What are you doing out and about? Do you need some help?

[misstrust]

No, I'm fine.

[ And she says it with a trace of a grimace. ]

I spent most of last week resting and I won't find much in the way of company right now if I merely stay in my room. So I thought about exploring a little more.

[papasha]

[He sees that grimace, missy.

Carefully, he returns the rifle to where it had been before, and then he wanders over to Dorothy rather than make her come to him. He offers her a small smile.]

Miss Ange would be very cross with you if she knew. But... it'll be our secret.

[misstrust]

[ In response, Dorothy gently presses one finger to his lips-- before she draws her hand back with a laugh and a wink. ]

You'd have to carry me back yourself, I'm afraid. And then I'm not sure who Ange would be more scandalized at, me or you.

[papasha]

[Another small smile appears under her finger.]

If you needed to be carried back, I wouldn't mind. You should be careful while you're out. This place is... a small town, but rather big, I'd say.

Compared to our other ones.

[misstrust]

Yes, well, if you sense I can no longer keep up, by all means. I'd welcome being swept into your arms anytime.

[ Scandalized Ange or not. ]

[papasha]

[He looks amused.]

I'm honored you think so. [He turns a bit and motions into the shop.] It isn't mine, but want to come in? I'm not sure if artillery is your style, or not.

I wouldn't mind walking with you somewhere else if you'd like.

[misstrust]

Oh no, this is fine. The school I work at has pistols used for dueling matches, but I'm not too familiar with firearms myself.

[ She tilts her head, eyes bright. ]

However, I wouldn't mind being educated.

[papasha]

That's quite the school, Miss Dorothy. To skip fencing and go straight to pistol dueling.

[But he steps back and gives her and her crutches room to maneuver. He'll lead her in, but go slow enough he doesn't leave her behind.]

I do have to say these are all rather dated for me, unfortunately. So you might be able to teach me more instead. "Professor MacBean."

[misstrust]

You say that as though we don't have both.

[ Thanks, Blanca. She'll just swing herself along. ]

But please, I could teach you penmanship and ballroom dancing, but gun models are outside of my forte.

[papasha]

I'm not very good at ballroom, so I might have to take you up on that offer. Let's just pretend my chicken scratch is legible.

[He stops and rests his hands in his pockets. I forgot to say he is wearing a ridiculous cowboy get-up with a duster jacket stolen from the Cowboy Store.]

I'm a little worried at having this all so readily available considering our usual weekly... "events."

[misstrust]

Yes, I can't say it gives me that much comfort either.

[ It's fine, Dorothy is dressed like a saloon girl. Frills and all. ]

Especially since I think we've all learned this will only keep continuing.

[papasha]

I think you're correct, yes. I'm not sure if it will make it easier, or more difficult. But considering how somewhat poorly we often seem to do, perhaps it doesn't matter.

[The guns all look less like the best defense, and more like the weapon they are now.]

[misstrust]

... Please tell me you're not blaming yourself for recent events.

[papasha]

[He looks a tad sheepish maybe.]

I'm not completely at fault. It's hard to not only find people who kill, but to also condemn them. Still... I feel as if I could have done more.

[misstrust]

We all feel that way. Rather, we don't know how many of these murders were self-defense or for another any other reason.

[ Dorothy hesitates, thinking over her next words before she continues. ]

But I do think when a person chooses to take a life, at that point, they also accept a certain sense of responsibility. Regardless of whether it's fair or not. I don't believe we, personally, have the right to pass judgment but perhaps that's our way of taking responsibility too.

1/2

[papasha]

[His expression softens slightly when he glances at her. It's an understanding look.]

I think you may be right, Miss Doro...

[His eyes lift suddenly over her shoulder. He moves before he says anything; it's wild how quickly and efficiently he can react being so big.

He's not exactly sure what he intends to do with the bubble, and he's not sure why he assumes Dorothy should be shielded--but he stops in front of her with an arm out. To just... let it pop... against him and the both of them.]

gently warns for a little sniper gore

[papasha]

[The room is dark and quiet, as it should be. It takes him ten or so minutes to put together the gun because he takes his time. He doesn't have to rush. Rushing means making mistakes.

He watches the scene through the scope, waiting patiently.

It's not very nice, by any means, but Blanca only seems reserved when it's over.]

[misstrust]

[ The way he cuts himself off alerts her more than his sudden movement, but it's much too fast for Dorothy to respond. He moves to shield her from something, but then the scene before them ripples into somewhere else entirely, dark and quiet.

He's there and he moves with all the grace and detachment of a professional killer and the man he targeted is killed-- likely before he even realized what was happening.

And then it's gone, just as Blanca lowers the sniper rifle, and Dorothy wobbles where she stands, caught off-guard by the sense of vertigo and a memory that hadn't been hers. ]

[papasha]

[Quickly, he reaches out to try to catch Dorothy behind one shoulder as gently as possible. To make sure she doesn't topple over either into anything, or on the floor.]

My apologies, Miss Dorothy. Are you all right?

[misstrust]

Y-yes, I'm fine.

[ Well, she's being supported, which means she did not fall over. So. Fine!! ]

That just... surprised me?

[ IS THAT THE WORD? ]

[papasha]

[DOROTHY, PLEASE.]

Ah--I... That was rather gruesome for a lady to see. [He smiles, but it's a bit weak. Maybe apologetic, too.] I suppose this place is showing you all of my secrets.

I hope I didn't scare you.

[misstrust]

[ Dorothy's quiet for a moment, before she gently pats his arm. ]

It was daunting, but... I don't believe you'd ever hurt me.

[ Though there seems to be another bubble casually drifting their way. ]

[papasha]

Not unless someone paid me. [IT'S A JOKE. His smile is playful, but he quickly adds,] I'm only kidding.

I wouldn't hurt you.

[Unfortunately, as much as he is good about paying attention to his surroundings, he does not see this stupid second bubble.]