Aedus nodded and nodded some more. “I’m sure the little vibration things in my controller have nothing on the recoil of that hand cannon and I look forward to anything you want to teach me.” When in doubt agree with the woman. Yes, mam saved infinite amounts of time. It didn’t hurt when you could say it and mean it, particularly when said woman would know immediately if you didn’t.

“I’ll try not to have fun shooting it?”It was half a question, he really didn’t know if he was supposed to take this more seriously or not. He could see it being deadly serious in the wrong situation, but on a gun range with a more than capable coach over his shoulder, why wouldn’t he have fun blasting some paper people?

He tried not to appreciate her hand on his as he was still extremely confused on how to feel about not liking, liking him. It made sense in a Noel sort of way. It was part of why he liked and was attracted to her in the first place. Gah! Friend, she is my friend until she says otherwise. He turned to Say that he just had to get changed really quick. And she was pushing her sleeves up and washing the dishes…Why did seeing her in such a domestic situation drive him crazy. This was going to be hard. And what was he going to say if and when she read these thoughts…Damn!

“Yeah, just give me a moment.” A couple minutes later he was next to her drying the dishes as she washed.

Once everything was washed and dried, the apron came off. Dishpan hands. She'd never shot a gun with prune-y fingers before.

"Got everything?" She wiped her hands off again and pat down her braid. Aedus had the hand cannon. They could buy ammo there. Her phone was in her pocket. Yep. Ready to go.

"Lots of people think it's fun to squeeze off a couple rounds. I hear it's good stress relief or something." So, yes, he was allowed to enjoy it. Plenty of people did. So long as the bullets hit paper people, it was all good.

"I'm guessing you've seen something like what we're walking into on TV so you shouldn't be too lost." Her preferred method of travel took them through the subway, down a couple stops and back up to street level to a tiny shop. She fronted a few bucks for her rental and ammo and pointed out the caliber Aedus would need. After that, they took some stairs back down to the underground where there were lanes that looked a bit like a bowling alley.

Instead of the archaic score keeping computers, there were little booths with three walls that opened out to the lanes and in each booth were the iconic paper targets with silhouettes labeled with points printed on them. They had ear protection and eye protection that was probably extra important underground, but before she put hers on Noel wanted Aedus to show her that he remembered how to take care of his weapon.

"Take it apart and put it back together again before you load it, please." The booth wasn't sound proof since it was open on one side, but there was only one other shooter and he was just using the rig to pull in his target to check his aim. Also, two was probably the maximum occupancy for these little booths.

Aedus checked the essentials, keys, phone, wallet, giant hand gun. check, check, check, check. He nodded and held the door open for his super hot arms instructor. He may have hummed van Halen’s hot for teacher while they walked once or twice.

Once they arrived He waited to see about how many bullets Noel bought and followed suit, let the pro lead the way and all that. Aedus smirked, He could kiss her and convince her he knew how to take care of a gun…but he didn’t think that was the point and something about making out with guns in their hands was absolutely hot, but probably would get him at least another month of gun safety talks before he got in her again to shoot.

So, first things first ensure your gun isn’t loaded. It wasn’t possible that it was loaded as he hadn’t had it loaded for months now, still it was necessary to check for magic bullets that fairy’s might have placed there…He checked anyway. No bullets loaded.

He pulled a gun smithing screwdriver from his pocket that was the exact size he would need for the screws that held the cylinder and other pieces in place.

He set the revolver on the counter that was typically used for an elbow rest if one was attempting to train with steady support shots. He spun the screw around just under the barrel and removed it from the gun he then slid the crane forward and removed the cylinder and crane. Separating the two as he did so, setting each on the counter gently. And in the order he took them out to make reassembly that much easier. He then pointed out that while he could remove the ejector there wasn’t much point as it was a lot of effort and little pay off as you could clean it without removing it from the cylinder, she would know it was true, but it might make her more comfortable to know he knew it.

Next step was to remove the grips. He removed the grips again with ease as he had oiled the screws to make them easier for taking apart and putting together his weapon a breeze. After he removed the grips he pointed out that his particular smith and Wesson had a leaf spring and not a coil spring, and the screw that he would use to add or release tension to the hammer once he got a feel for how he liked his weapon to fire.

He then removed two more screws and then tapped the handle with the screw driver to get the side plate to jump out. Once the side plate was out of the way he pointed and held up the safety pin, such a simple but effective mechanism. He then placed the pin back in the gun.

“Anything else in a revolver you can clean from here and you don’t want to tamper with anything else.”

He then worked backwards through the step and in moments had a working revolver in his hands again. He slid the screw driver into his pocket once more. And set his box of bullets onto the shelf and grinned at Noel waiting for permission to put some holes into that paper man across the room.

Cue mock sniffle and wiping the imaginary tear from the eye. "I'm so proud."

Noel checked over her own weapon, a 75b. She had never had any trouble with this model before. Not that she could remember anyway and the man behind the counter said it handled like a Hi-Power, but pointed like a M1911. That meant she had some serious potential for accuracy. Noel prided herself on being a shooter. Sure, she might not handle the mulish revolvers, but a bullet in the right place was better than a huge hole in the drywall next to the threat.

Satisfied, Noel slammed her hand on the button that would take their little paper man out to the shortest range: 100 feet. "Load 'er up." Noel would wait her turn. First, she wanted to know what she had to work with.

She slipped her ear protection on, the large muffs bunching her hair like a little girl who put on a headband without thought to what she looked like.

Hand motion of go and she observed the shooter in action.

Aedus grinned and then with mock indignation stated. “ I should think so.” She meant it even if she had said it with playful sarcasm, he credited that to her time spent with the meatheads over at the Gym.

With a nod and a smile he loaded six shells into his gun and felt like a cowboy, he was oh so tempted to try to shoot from the hip like an old west show down but figured he had better keep getting A’s on his exam before he started messing around. He followed in suit covering his ears with the ear muffs that would make it so he wasn’t deaf afterwards.

He steadied his aim and brought his other hand up in support, the second hand doubled your chances at shooting with accuracy. He squeezed the trigger lightly and slowly harder and harder, the anticipation was much like that of a jack in the box, how hard would he have to pull before it went off.
*KABLAM* the hand canon recoiled and sent his redoubled aim off to the upper left of the paper man. He wasn’t quite prepared for that, but he had hit paper. He didn’t give Noel a chance to chastise or grin or pout at him or even give a helpful tip.

He steadied his hand leveled the gun and with a bit more wisdom held on tight and prepared for the controlled explosion in his hands. The revolver fired and slayed the paper man before him…it was still luck at this point, He felt like he was on a bucking bronco and had simply managed to stay on. This gun was a beast.

He glanced at Noel, now that he had destroyed the paper man's chest he felt capable of looking at her.

He hit and the shot looked like someone used a fist to punch through the paper rather than a bullet. Noel opened her mouth for a tip and BLAM. he fired another round. Noel's head swiveled around to see the paper chest looked to be annihilated. Ahh the power of a high caliber weapon at close range. "Aim small." She tried to make her lips really obviously match what she was saying since, through the protective ear muffs, very little sound actually made it through.

She signaled him to wait and then moved the target out to the next mark. 200 feet. This was still pretty easy-peasy.

"Take two more shots." Again, big lip movements. She watched him do his thing before she stepped up to shoot. She exhaled. assumed the position, waited for a moment as she chose her marks and fired 6 consecutive shots with perhaps half a second between each firing.

The ring surrounding the heart shot looked to be a string of pearls with her neat little bullet holes never deviating from the circle that framed Aedus' killing blow.

Not too shabby. She tried not to look too terribly pleased. Male ego and all that.

Aedus Wondered what the heck Aim small meant. It was probably one of those things…like keep your eye on the ball, it was bewildering until you understood the advice that was being imparted, but once you did it made so much sense, you felt like you always knew it. So he did his best to aim small and took off the side of the man’s head aiming for the ear. If he hadn’t been made of paper he would have missed but shot close enough to make someone wet themselves and thank the heavens they were alive. But he quickly cut off Mr. Papers heavenly thanks by aiming small in the chest where he already hit. The bullet sailed right through the window he had opened in Mr. Paper’s chest previously. He slid the safety in place and stepped back to watch the master at work and she did not disappoint she shot circles around his blast, literally. God she was hot. And you had to be hot for someone to think you were hot while in goggles and ear muffs.

He grinned at her oblivious to her attempt at not looking pleased. One he had just annihilated a paper enemy and all responsible seriousness aside shooting a firearm was a blast! “You are such a bad ass!’ he mouthed at her in the caricature charades fashion they had been speaking in.

"Heck yeah!" She was not immune to the high of hitting your mark. Safety on and then high fives all around. Noel loosened her ear protection. "And don't you forget it." She pushed the button to recall the paper man and it whirred its way back to them.

Noel whistled at his pitiful state. If this were real, he would not have survived such and assault. Of course, if this were real, he would not have stood still without a death wish.

"What were you aiming at when you took off the side of his face?"

She started to take down the old paper and put up a new one.

'I won't, so long as you have your gun on you anyhow."

Aedus smirked. "The right ear,or where it would have been anyhow. For a moment there, i didn't quite under stand.." he mouthed broadly as she had "Aim Small. so i tried for a small target. "this is fun." he looked at her and smiled. this was so much more fun than than taking apart and putting together the gun. Still, he couldn't quite get over this mornings conversation. She he wait, move on keep an ear out for if she changed her mind.

bah, that could all wait until they were done, slaying some of mr. paper's friends.

"Try to aim even smaller this time." She fished a pen out of her braid and drew eyeballs on the paper man. They were round and made him look surprised, clearly she was no artist but they got the idea across.

"Instead of aiming for the ear, let's say you aim for the inner corner of the eye." She touched the spot that she meant on herself and then pointed to the paper man. He could tell where that was, right? She assumed her drawing wasn't that bad.

A single salute and Noel sent paperman back out on the range. She sent him as far back as he could go before she tucked her pen away again into the braid. There were all kinds of goodies in there. It was better than a purse!

"Take your time." She put her ear protection back on and let Aedus step up to the plate. Relationship stuff was the furthest thing from her mind right now.

Aedus nodded as he slid his earmuffs on once more. He placed his elbows lightly on the stand and slowed his breathing, the boom of his firearm still caught him off guard slighty but it was now one he was more familiar with he felt the power behind it and knew a little more what to expect this time around. He aimed for the corner the corner of the left eye and managed to take out the bridge of papers nose. He was pretty sure it was the gun, or he was pulling to the right. It would feel amateurish to start blaming the gun already, but it felt like he might need to compensate.

The paper of the face was pretty much destroyed as far as being a target went. So he announced quite loudly. “ Going for the Adam’s apple. He aimed slightly to the left of where he wanted to hit, and Mr. Paper wouldn’t have to worry about the protrusion of his throat anymore.

He would have to tell his mother. She would be proud. He, like her had apparently been born a marksman. He wasn’t quite doing the needle work that Noel had managed, but he could get there. He slid the safety on and nodded Noel forward stepping back and to the left to have a good view over her shoulder.

This feeling... it had to be pride. Noel nudged Aedus as they traded spaces with a grin. For once, she was the teacher and it felt good. Really good.

Assuming the position, she put both hands on the weapon and sighted down the lane.

Blam, blam, blam– cliiiiiiick.

Damn. "Handles like a Hi-Power, my butt." She popped the clip even though she knew that she still had bullets left. The paper man's head was still attached by a sliver of paper. She'd used Aedus' throat shot as the focal point and started cutting over like her shots made a dotted line. He was practically perforated.

She tried to pull the slide and found her jam when the slide didn't even open half way. Muttering ensued. Also a little hopping and tugging and the occasional insult.

He returned the grin, allowing himself the luxury of basking in the natural talent that his mama gave him.

Aedus did not, would not, could not smile. He refused to laugh or even crack a grin. She was hoping and cursing and it was hilarious, but he firmly ate all the laughter bubbling up inside of him.

He instead crowded her. " Nice shots," He complimented what she ahd done already and then proceeded to ask questions " alright teach, every problem is an opportunity. What do we do from here?" He made note of the cursing hoping dance for later, it might come in handy. from what he read, this was the advantage of a revolver, less shots, a lot less likely to jam.

Aedus came in closer and Noel was careful to keep the weapon pointed down the range. "Sometimes there is a delay in the cartridge's propellant firing which would just be a delayed shot... it's not that, I don't think. That usually takes like ten seconds?" Talking it through helped. And thank goodness it wasn't a delayed shot. Her immediate fiddling with the weapon could have gone very wrong.

"Since the slide won't go back all the way, I'm guessing it's a misfeed. It didn't fire, so the bullet should still have the lead on it." She yanked the slide back again and still couldn't see the bullet. "Could be a squib load, where the bullet never got out of the uhm... front, part thingy." She tapped the muzzle. Noel could hardly be blamed for forgetting words every now and again.

"I think I see it back there, though. Behind the slide." She turned the weapon around, but was always conscious of where it was pointing. At worst, one of them might take the shot in the shoulder. She was never stupid enough to look right down the barrel. "So it's just a misfeed. Came out of the magazine wrong.

Pulling the slide usually ejects the bullet. So~" She twisted the front of the trigger guard a bit and let it rest to one side before yanking on the slide and mashing the slide lock while pushing up. Her tongue slipped out the side of her mouth as she worked. "Pop the slide off."

She had to try a coupe times, but eventually the slide went forward past the original position and she was able to pull it off. The bullet clonked right out after it with a bent jacket. "Problem solved. Of course, you shouldn't have this issue since yours isn't semi-automatic."

He watched with keen interest as she bent the rules but didn’t break them concerning gun safety.

Heh, squib. he hopped there were muggles involved too.

He nodded in agreement to the front part, he would have suggested barrel except that he wasn’t confident that she wasn’t talking about the front part of the magazine. It could have a front part to he was sure.
Aedus leaned slightly away from the barrel of the gun when she was looking down the side of it to see if she could get a location on the bullet in question.

“So, will the next round need adjusting or is it easy as removing and reattaching the slide?”

He then nodded, “ I read that the solution to a misfire in a revolver is having to reload, if a bullet doesn’t come out, then you are out of bullets. after you reload it is likely to be the firing pin, which can’t be fixed without tools and thus you are out of luck.