Target practice (OPEN)

[kimura]

The sound of gunshots and 'dings' rang out on the far side of the area. Prone on the top of a bluff was Kimura. In her hands was her sniper rifle. About a mile away were 2' x 1' metal plates she was aiming at. She was meticulous and practiced daily. Naturally she didn't use her special ammo. That was more expensive but more accurate, aside from the adamantium rounds that is. Her logic being if she can fire accurately with poorer quality rounds then the higher should be no problem. She moved the gun slightly and squeezed the trigger. 'DING!'.

"Damn it!"

While most would see that as a perfect shot, she on the other hand saw that the shot was about an inch from the center where she'd been aiming.

Focus

Breath

She thought as she once again took aim again and fired. 'DING!'

"Better..." she said to herself still not that happy with the way she's been off lately. It wasn't like her to be so off like this.

[Lady Mastermind]

Regan had gotten up especially early for a special occasion, the only reason why it was even remotely special was because it was out of her typical routine and she figured she could use some extra firing and target practice. Seems like a perfect reason to drag herself from bed and lift herself out of a lazy rut… too bad she didn't quite get to what she wanted at the time she wanted. The time hit about eleven o'clock in the morning and the she reluctantly escorted herself from the comfortable bed sheets before quickly preparing for the second half of the day and getting in some of that practice she had been hoping for.

Upon taking a shuttle out to the wondrous city of Magdaria, Regan found her way to the nearest shooting range and prepared for some guns and some fun. She shuffled into the general area and stopped to see a woman firing off what looked like a rifle of some sort, not that she was an expert of guns or anything.

"You sure it isn't off just a bit?"

The blonde cocked an eyebrow, looking quizzically at the apparently satisfied weapons handler. It was an honest question. The shot before the present one looked to be near perfect enough; however, she seemed to be disappointed with that performance so there was no reason not to ask. Though Regan wasn't trying to sound like, or be, a nuisance, it was something that she simply couldn't help; it appeared to come naturally.

Folding her arms over her chest, Regan let the fingers of one hand cascade onto the opposite arm and waited for the woman to respond.