(2016-06-22) This Calm Will End
This Calm Will End
Summary: Lots of dice rolls. Hunting and quick-draw target practice. The excitement. It never stops.
Date: 2016.06.22
Related: None
Players:
monica..

<Hunt> Monica hunts and bags:
1 Deer

It's another quiet day, but Mon's not there. She and Chester have come out to the grasslands to hunt, to have some alone-with-my-horse time, and to, as Mon might have put it to others, had she been asked, restore one's faith in one's firearms. After all. She's replaced her beloved Sharps with the M0, her own design, and she's modified her long-suffering Uberti-Remington to fire a caseless round roughly equivilent to .45 auto, which is a pretty big step up. So here she is. She starts out with hunting.

<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Monica reins up Chester and pats his neck, their signal for "Hold still, I see something edible to shoot at. Chester's an old hand (hoof?) at this, so he holds up. The deer, half a mile away, assumes there's no threat it can't outrun, so it lowers its antlered head to the ground to eat. Mon takes careful aim, using the tang sight set to eight-hundred yards. She adjusts the windage, slips the hammer out of half-cock, and squeezes the trigger. The deafening bark of the original M0 has been toned down drastically. The sharp crack of the bullet going very supersonic is still there, but the powder blast is muted and lowered in pitch to something more like a big backfire. It's a strange sound. The M0 has a distinctive voice. Glass-packed suppressor for the win. The rifle kicks about like usual, and goes about the business of reloading itself. The deer drops, kicks once or twice reflexively, and lies dead.

Monica slings the rifle in her saddle scabbard and nudges Chester forward.

She jumps down from the saddle and pauses to make her usual whispered offering to the wind for taking the animal's life that she and hers might eat. It seems more important now, this respect for living things, in light of what Camp Hope now believes about its opponents, the aliens. Or lack thereof. Mon dresses the deer out with the razor sharp Bowie knife. She and Chester drag the carcass back to her cart.

<Hunt> Monica hunts and bags:
1 Deer

Monica pats Chester's neck again, once they're back looking for prey. Once again, she raises her rifle to her shoulder.

<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Again, the rifle thumps, and the deer drops dead. Again, Mon repeats her private ritual about the taking of lives, and guts the animal.

<Hunt> Monica hunts and bags:
1 Sheep
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Failure.

The third animal of the day is a sheep. Not the domestic kind, which Mon wouldn't likely shoot at. We'll have need of those soon. This is a big-horn sheep of some variety. They're wild, and they're good eating. It's really further than she designed the M0 to shoot, about fifteen hundred yards, but she tries anyway. Misses. The deer runs.

<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Monica turns in the saddle and leads the sheep with the M0, firing again. The sheep tumbles head over heels as the M0 slug goes to pieces inside it and shreds its right lung and heart. It rolls briefly, then dies, still trying to get to its feet. Mon sets the hammer to half-cock and she and Chester go to investigate.

Monica whispers to the wind again, and reaches down to touch the still quivering carcass before she opens it up to clean it. "You gave a good chase," she says. "And you didn't die in vain." Then she cuts it open and leaves its innards for the coyotes.

Once all three animals, about all that will fit in the cart comfortably, are safely inside the cart where animals and bugs can't easily get them, Mon finds some sticks, rocks, and other targets. She stands, quietly, turning away from them just a little.

<FS3> Monica rolls Quick Draw: Failure.

Monica 's hand snaps to the holster of her pistol, but the pistol fails to emerge, snagged on a rough edge of the new cylinder. She stops, gets a file out of the cart, and knocks the edge down. Tries again.

<FS3> Monica rolls Quick Draw: Success.

Monica 's hand slaps the leather again and her pistol emerges as though it materialized there. She re-holsters it and does it again. And again. And again.

<FS3> Monica rolls Quick Draw: Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Quick Draw: Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Quick Draw: Good Success.

on the final draw, she opens fire on the sticks.

<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Great Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Monica hits, five shots for five. She pauses, pulls the loading lever down, pulls the cylinder rod, and rolls the empty cylinder out into her hand. Swaps it with a loaded one. Repeats.

<FS3> Monica rolls Quick Draw: Good Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Good Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Failure.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Firearms: Good Success.

Monica hits, with four out of five. She does this for an hour, burning through a hundred rounds of her new pistol ammunition, until she has a feel for it, and how her pistol reacts to its more powerful ammunition.

<FS3> Monica rolls Dex: Success.

When she hits a hundred rounds, and the last chamber is empty, Monica practices another nasty trick that saved her life once. A staple of old west movies, you draw the pistol slowly and carefully, and flip it around to hand it to your erstwile opponent butt first. The trick being you keep a finger in the trigger guard, and when they reach for it, pop the gun up, straighten your finger just so, and the butt settles back in your hand, ready to shoot them at close range. She hasn't practiced this one since… "Since the last time I used it," she mutters to herself.

<FS3> Monica rolls Dex: Success.
<FS3> Monica rolls Dex: Failure.
<FS3> Monica rolls Dex: Failure.
<FS3> Monica rolls Dex: Good Success.

Monica has trouble with the trick. It's balky and awkward, and she drops the pistol twice. "Face it, Mon, you were lucky," she mutters. She resolves to practice this one more, then reloads the empty cylinder of the pistol. Slips a caseless cartridge in, primer-first, from the front of the cylinder, then rolls the cylinder, presses the cartridge into place with the loader, where it's held by the bullet being slightly oversized for the chamber. Repeat four more times. Change cylinders, repeat, and again until all three cylinders are loaded. Mon blows out her cheeks.
"The end-game is coming. One way or the other, this calm will end. Soon." She takes the saddle off and hitches Chester up to the cart, and together she, the horse, and their cargo of death head back to the camp called Hope.

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