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Alexis Maaka     The shooting range has been cleared out today by Maaka, giving her and the new recruit to KIRIN a chance to have some privacy as they meet. She's laid out a selection of small-arms ranging from pistols to submachine guns. These are small-time weapons to help instruct Ira on getting used to operating and assembling them, as well as not flinching or panicking when under fire during battle.

    She's carrying the grip frame of a Glock 19 compact automatic, a pistol that she's got laid out in pieces while she assembles the pistol part by part, methodically doing so like she were assembling a watch. It's a little creepy how skilled she is at it, the way she manages to put the gun together so quickly and so precisely.

    So far she's waiting for Ira to show up.
Ira MacNally     Ira has zero experience in using an actual gun. Sure, she's /familiar/ with guns. She's seen them plenty of times in movies and video games. But due to the various forms of gun control laws throughout the countries she's been in, she has never had one in her hands.

    Ira spent the night here in one of the rooms now claimed as her own, meant for members of KIRIN. She wanted to be here bright and early because, despite her unfamilarity, she's pretty excited to get to play around with actual guns. The tall teenager is right on time and even wearing the new jacket that Alexis gifted to her for Christmas.

    (No, she didn't bother waiting until Christmas to open up gifts.)

    She bursts into the shooting range loudly, all too happy to announce herself. "Alexis!!" she'll go right for the first name. She never liked that 'last name' thing that the Germans and Japanese did at school. "I'm here!" she swaggers on over, peering over Maaka's shoulder as she assembles the Glock so quickly and smoothly. "...oh."
Alexis Maaka     Gun control doesn't mean shit for a mercenary, or a security corporation that's been formed by a very influencial zaibatsu like the Murasame. Alexis grins when she hears Ira arrive, that Irish brogue can't be anybody else she's met so far. The golden eyed cyborg is taken by surprise by how tall Ira is, almost up to Alexis' level no doubt, but seeing the jacket on her does bring some manner of pride to her. "It looks great on you." She says, motioning to the jacket as she finishes putting the Glock together. It's not loaded, as she racks the slide back and offers it grip first.

    "Take it. It's a Glock Nineteen, fifteen shot nine milimeter semi-automatic. It's not loaded yet, but first rule of gun safety is to treat it as if it is." She instructs calmly, holding the magazine in her other hand. "Best you get used to how it feels first, before we get to shooting."
Ira MacNally     Ira's actually pretty thrilled that there are worlds out there where it's totally okay to walk around with a small arsenal. This world and this organization included. She might even wind up picking /dedicated/ weapons at this rate. "You think so? Sweet, because I like it. It's a really nice coat." Her complimenting sounds a little awkward. It's not something she gets a lot of opportunities to do in her usual people-hating day to day life. "Like I said, nobody's given me anything this nice before."

    Offered a gun, Ira takes it and looks it over, about to point it at Maaka by accident before she receives the reminder, averting it just in time. She turns away so she can point the gun away from Maaka while handling it. "Hm, feels slightly heavier than I expected. I only know a /little/ bit about guns so the nine milimeter stuff is goin' over my head just a little."
Alexis Maaka     "You're welcome." Alexis says, before she holds up the magazine. "It's the standard NATO pistol round, you see the nine on the slide there? THere's also forty S&W, and .45 ACP. Trust me, Nine's a good starter for you." She gently slides the magazine into the gun before tapping it in place, letting Ira point it downrange when she guides the teen to a booth.

    "You get fifteen rounds in the magazine, and one in the pipe if you reload before going dry. All the guns you see on the table have already been registered to your name, any time you want one to train with, let the quartermaster know." She says, before grabbing some ear protection to place on Ira's head, then hands her some ballistic glasses. Despite not needing them, Alexis does the same before she has some targets slide into view. "Line up the sights, make sure you have a clear view of your target before firing." Alexis takes Ira's arms, straightening them out and guiding her towards the center of the target. "And *never* put your finger on the trigger until you're ready to shoot. The Hollywood approach to using guns will get you *killed* out there. These weapons are to be treated with respect, they don't care who they shoot at."
Ira MacNally     @emit     Over to the booth, Ira is still looking the gun over. "Where's the safety?" she asks, knowing at least that that's a pretty important part of any gun. It made the diffrence between firing and not firing! "Wait wait wait..." she looks over her shoulder back to the table. "...all of those are /mine/? Like, completely mine, not shared with anyone else?"

    She's not sure how to take this, perhaps even slightly suspicious. But the contract for the Zaibatsu...well, she did read it carefully.

    She takes a moment to adjust the earmuffs and the glasses. She's even about to hold the gun with only one hand before being guided to use two like a normal person not in a Hollywood movie should.

    Around then she realizes that Alexis must be from an Earth or at least sufficiently familiar with Earth culture. "Alright." she lifts her arms and lines up the sight. Of course, the first shot she makes will be nowhere near the target. It looks like, as any complete gun noobie would, she's surprised by the recoil.
Alexis Maaka     "Your finger." Alexis says calmly. "The Glock doesn't have a decocker or safety, it's striker fired." She says, before motioning for her to shoot. "Go. Take a few shots before we go through the workings." She instructs, arms folded as she observes. Judging by the weight, Ira might notice it's only partially loaded, with a handful of rounds as opposed to a full magazine. Just enough for her to get used to the recoil and muzzle flash.
Ira MacNally     "I'm not entirely sure what that means." Ira admits, shouting because of the earmuffs. "About the striker that is!" Yeah, she's never been curious enough to look up guns, how they work, or anything that could be remotely explosives related. With her reputation, it'd probably put her on some watchlist if she did.

    She fires again. And again. Then quickly to see how fast she can fire it. The clip is emptied very fast and the only evidence of any of the shots is one teeny chip taken out of the target.
Alexis Maaka     Pew pew pew pew. THe gun locks back before Alexis calmly plucks the pistol out of IRa's hands, removing the magazine. "Take those off, let's get to business." She says, placing the magazine down before she begins to slowly take the gun apart bit by bit in front of Ira. "Pay attention to my hands, you'll be doing this in a minute." She says, setting the grip down as she takes out the chamber and barrel calmly.

    There's going to be a tablet with information on how to assemble the guns available, with the Glock 19 being one of the first things Ira will see on display. It come with information on taking the gun apart and putting it back together again, step-by-step and easily understood by newbies.
Ira MacNally     Disarmed, Ira shucks the ear protection afterwards all too happily. Being able to hear things clearly is always something the tall teenager appreciates. "Huh." She watches in rapt fascination as Maaka disassembles the gun into its component pieces. She vaguely knows that this is important for cleaning purposes.

    Also because military movies always made a big damn deal about having soldiers take apart and reassemble their guns in less than a minute or some other ungodly number.

    "So I have to put it back together when you're done?" Ira leans in, watching, squinting. There's a sort of reptillian intelligence look to her in this moment.
Alexis Maaka     "Yep." Alexis nods. Thankfully she picked an easily assembled gun for this, and she's quick to get Ira started as she hands her the grip. Laying out the pieces Ira needs to reassemble, she waits cooly while she picks up a subgun, an MP5K to be exact, inspecting it. "And yes, they're yours. I don't recommend taking them to school, but they're yours if you want them for missions, otherwise they'll go here." She grows slightly more stern as she looks at Ira eye-to-eye, "And I'd better not hear you brought these to your school, or so help me consider them gone. Believe me, I'm not going to aid whatever adolescent drama you deal with."

    Uh oh, she's got the 'mom' tone. Be afraid. :|
Ira MacNally     Ira starts putting the gun back together...slowly. She fumbles a little and it takes her several tries to arrange the pieces correctly. "Hey..." she puts her hands up, "I'm already basically the 'Most likely to be a school shooter' kid in my school. I hate them but..." she looks down at the gun, slightly angry, "...but I don't want to prove them right. Fuck those guys." Her grin widens just a little, "Besides, the number of kids with superpowers compared to those without is really tiny. I've got other ways to basically fuck up whoever I want."

    Eventually, she puts the Glock back together and sets it down on the table. "Bam. Done!"
Alexis Maaka     "Attagirl." Alexis' previously playful grin returns, and she claps Ira on the back. "Besides, paper trails are a bitch to clear out. I'd rather not have to do that to save you from a lot of trouble." She adds, before watching Ira put the gun together. "Alright, take her apart and go it again. We'll call it a night after you've done it a few times. Dinner's on me."
Ira MacNally     "School shootings are a big damn deal where I'm from. I'd probably go to jail..if the cops didn't blow my brains out during the response first." Then Maaka says the magic words: dinner's on me. It's pretty motivating. Motivating for Ira to try and assemble and disassemble the guns quickly.

    However, being not a badass with guns like Maaka is (yet), this actually makes her take even longer than the first time. Whoops.