Jumping the gun... blade...okay that was awful [Action, dorms]

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[Dorm room B117 -- you just know this is going to be trouble, right?]

[It's mid-evening when a pair of explosions followed by a surprised yelp sound from behind the half-open door, followed by a heavy thud of something falling over and hitting the floor hard.]

Uh-oh.

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[watertides.livejournal.com]

[Katara had just been heading towards the staircase in the girls' wing to head towards her own dormitory on the second floor when she hears the explosions just a couple of doors down. Curious (and slightly worried) as what it could be, cautiously made her way towards the half-opened door. Well, there was no smoke...yet. That had to be a good thing, right?

She knocks on the door lightly, before calling out:]

Hello? Are you okay?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[A sheepish but uninjured Maria nudges the door the rest of the way open, revealing her dresser sideways on the ground, drawers open and spilling contents. The likely culprit? The gunblades she's holding.]

Sorry if I scared you. The recoil was, um, not what I was expecting!

[A nervous but sincere laugh.]

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[Katara had been expecting, maybe, a para-magic spell gone awry-- not for the dresser to be tipped over with everything spilled out. Her eyes automatically drew to the gunblade in the girl's hand, and concern immediately coursed through her.]

Are you hurt anywhere?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[She laughs again, not quite as nervous.]

Oh no, I'm fine! I just really startled myself. The blades went in a completely different direction than I expected!

[She lifts one gunblade to hold it straight out as if she was actually aiming a pistol. Very definitely pointed away from Katara of course! It looks like it ought to be a feat even if it's not a Revolver-sized behemoth, but the weight is actually in the grip. And Maria has forearms that might make Popeye blink.]

See, a normal gun will go up -- [She jerks the tip of the blade upwards] No matter how you're holding or pointing it. But these don't!

[So much for startled, she really seems downright thrilled by this discovery!]

[watertides.livejournal.com]

[Well, she's glad that Maria isn't harm in any way. The initial alarm in her system fades away as the girl's fascination with her discovery is apparent, and Katara can't help but be curious; she'd only known Luki to wield a gunblade, and being a martial artist herself it's not every day that she gets to find out more about bladed weapons.]

Which direction does it go, then?

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

[Almost immediately after the explosion, Cissie comes running at the door with a large crossbow. Consider her old-fashioned, but her arrows never proved her wrong...

Don't mind her not knocking either.] Maria?! You okay?

[she doesn't look like the part of a "savior" either - actually, judging from how thin and gaunt she looks (in addition to wearing raggedy sweats), it's debatable that she's even left the dorms as of late.]

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Oh wow that's a big crossbow.

[Maria looks entirely uninjured, just startled. Her gunblades are in her hands, and a dresser lies sideways on the ground, spilling out its contents. After a moment the girl registers the question.]

Oh! Ha, I'm fine, I made a dumb mistake is all!

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

A mistake that just cost you your dresser. [can't help snorting, though she does set her crossbow down] ... I'm no good with gunblades, but maybe you should practice in the Center next time.

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

It's only knocked over! ...Although if I had it it with the edge it would probably be wrecked.

[A bit sheepish as she sets the blades down on the bed.]

Oh no, it's a good thing I didn't, I'm still new to these. I'd have gotten chewed up badly if I'd been in an actual fight! I just didn't know that gunblade recoil doesn't work like gun recoil!

[alwaysanarcher.livejournal.com]

Huh, seriously? [Cissie didn't know that either.] That's good to know.

... But hey, I've got a crossbow. If you headed into the Center with a friend who could back you up, practice wouldn't be bad.

[subjected]

[ And guess who actually stays just a few doors down, Maria? Almost immediately Claire's there, and she certainly doesn't bother with etiquette after hearing something like that, pushing the door open the rest of the way to reveal... ]

Cadet Cyphert.

[ Her voice is definitely flat, though it's safe to say the general meaning is somewhere along the lines of what in the world are you doing? ]

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[No explanations needed here, Maria can hear that disapproving question loud and clear. She quickly and awkwardly swaps the gunblade in her right hand to the left, where it joins the other one in a very tenuous grip, index finger through the trigger guard the only thing supporting it. Then she hurriedly salutes.]

Ma'am!

[And then she nearly trips over the dresser lying on its side, spilling its context everywhere.]

I, uh... I screwed up, ma'am. I apologize for the disturbance!

[Still every bit the basic training recruit, everything a bit loud and forced.]

[subjected]

[ Yeah, Claire thought she recognized that sound... though she didn't quite understand why there had been two blasts until just now. She's got a second to register the doubled weapons and their make before... well, unfortunately, what Maria does is really the wrong thing to do, in this particular instructor's opinion... ]

What are you-- watch it. [ Immediately Claire's stepped into the room and over to the younger girl with unusual speed, reaching out to steady the more precariously-held weapon, possibly even pulling it away from her entirely if she'll allow it. ] Be careful... before you cut a leg off.

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[Taking that weapon away is easy, dangling only by a finger as it is. The mortified cadet can't even bring herself to oppose it, rigidly locked into position.]

S-sorry, ma'am, I -- I didn't think I would need the holster...

[She looks guiltily at the odd contraption that holds her gunblades, where it lies on the floor. It had been on top of the dresser after all.]

[subjected]

[ Claire lets out a sigh as she briefly glances at the seized gunblade, down towards the mess at their feet, and then finally back at the abashed cadet in front of her. ]

... Consider this your first lesson, then. [ Not exactly harsh any more, but certainly still very firm. Effortlessly, she turns the weapon in her hand, so that the edge faces away from both of them, handle end angled toward its owner. ] Under no circumstances do you hold your weapon in anything but a proper grip. Especially a gunblade. Got it?

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

[ And it just so happens she was a-sauntering by when the explosion happened. This caused one such princess to lose all composure and just... stare right at the door. ]

What... in the bloody abyss just happened here?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

S-Sorry! Sorry!

[The gunblade girl, half-visible through the half-open door, offered a sheepish smile.]

Knocked over a dresser.

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

[ A glance at the girl and the state of the room. ]

So it seems.
Doing what, I wonder...

But at any rate, do be more careful, girl. Nearly gave me a bloody heart attack from the sudden commotion.

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know what I'm doing now! [She kicks the door open the rest of the way to show off the twin gunblades in her hands.] See, the problem was that these don't have the same recoil properties as a normal gun! A normal gun will always jerk up when you fire it because of the physical properties of recoil, but these don't!

[Yes, she is about an inch from dragging the other girl into her room, sitting her down, and explaining in excruciating detail. Maria is an enthusiastic gunblade fangirl.]

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

[Well, he had thought he'd gotten himself settled in, until EXPLOSIONS. It takes him a few moments to run down the hall and pokes his head in the door.

And stares.]

...did the dresser attack you?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Uh, no.

[She sheepishly lifts the gunblades a little.]

I attacked it. By accident.

[one-part-saint.livejournal.com]

[He furrows his brows a bit.] Well. Ah, you want some help picking the dresser back up, then?

Unless...uh, you want to hack it to pieces instead?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Why would I want to hack it to pieces...?

[austering.livejournal.com]

[This is exactly why people nearly jump out of their skin. Especially when they get turned around, half lost in thought, and utterly lose track of where they'd been...

Good thing for explosions.

Granted, Leon doesn't jump out of his skin. Just rockets himself down the hall, like a good, concerned teacher should not that it has anything to do with instinct at all, right to make sure people are alright.

Right at the door:] Hey-- what happened?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Sorry! [Maria leans over to peer out the door, then nudges it open with a foot to reveal the scene -- one dresser on its side, spilling out its contents. The likely source of those explosions: the two gunblades she's holding.]

I didn't know gunblades didn't always go up from recoil!