Who: Angelo + .... whomever When: March-April, likely. Where: [ hand gestures ] What: general log, closed starters for some people, open starters for anyone who just wants to hang Warnings: will be updated as they come up.
Sitting perched on the counter, bare legs dangling from under the hem of his pretty seafoam-green dress, Huaisang 'supervises' the food prep process with a glass of white wine in hand. "Do guns require a lot of strength?"
It doesn't seem like they would, small as they are, but he knows how much strength is required for archery, and he knows how much skill and spiritual energy is required for swordplay, so he just assumes that guns will be similarly difficult. Combat requires power. And yet he has agreed to this lesson, wanting to at least understand the basics of the weapons. Even if he never picks one up again, it will still be good to know such things.
"Not at all. Once you learn the basics, anyone can handle them. Some makes or models might be a bit heavy and require some upper body strength, but there are options to take smaller ones instead, which are still pretty effective by themselves."
He can see how difficult it would be if it needs endless training. Not everyone has the time for that - certainly not them, in this world, when there are constantly in/visible threads to deal with.
Angelo assembles the meal, adds the last bit of garnish, and puts it in the pre-heated oven. Should be good enough for a few days once it's cooked.
"That sounds useful." Especially for an army. It seems obvious, and Huaisang wonders at once how that changed the course of history. Archers were highly trained and thus costly. A ranged weapon that required little training and less strength? Vast armies could be composed of mere peasants rather than skilled warriors. "Are they difficult or costly to make?"
Angelo gives it a thought, and replies, "in this era - it shouldn't be. Considering this country is always at war, the methods of manufacturing weapons have been standardized across the board.
In any case, it can also be used for hunting wild animals, if one prefers something a bit easier to handle than a simple bow and arrow." Angelo starts cleaning up around the sink. "Which is the excuse I plan to have if some of them get too nosy about having it in stock here."
Huaisang thinks he might need to research the basic construction of these weapons in order to bring the technology back home. Assuming that at some point he'll see his home again. He's not really sure about that anymore. People have come here and disappeared, but he doesn't have a lot of faith that they're home safely again.
"What a good son, providing meat for the table." His smirk is wryly amused but still gentle. He's very pleased by the way that Angelo has cared for their needs on this topic.
Angelo rolls his eyes. "You have the luck of the draw. Normally I am not one for families. There is no purpose to it in my line of work, or in my previous life at all."
He's completely detached from the idea of it. That being said, he's done quite a bit to make things in the house pleasant, including putting flowers on the table occasionally and just general upkeep.
"We'll practice out in the forest," Angelo mulls it over thoughtfully. "That should provide enough distance from anyone, and if something dangerous comes, well. We can just practice killing it." He glances at the oven again. "As soon as dinner's ready, we can go."
Huaisang whimpers a little at the prospect of running into any kind of awful things in the woods that they might need to practice on. He much preferred the idea of hunting normal things for dinner.
It's strange to think of someone without a family. Huaisang himself is an orphan, but he had his brother, and he has friends who are like family. "There is a purpose to having someone who will care for you and bring you tea when you are sick, and to having someone who will come after you if you are in danger."
"Certainly. But it needn't be family who does it. And where you can do it by yourself, there's no harm in living without such attachments if you can afford it."
Angelo cleans up. And, satisfied, he washes his hands and takes out an old kitchen towel and lays it on the table.
"In the meantime, we should help you be familiar with the weapon's parts. Wait here."
He'll come back with a handgun, and a few rounds, a notebook and a pen. Angelo will then systematically disassemble the gun over the old towel, aligning each part so Huaisang can have a look as to what the weapon is made of. "Knowing what it is, and how it functions, lessens the anxiety in using the weapon in the first place, and allows you to better take care of the weapon."
"Families need not be blood relations. And living without that kind of bonds will eventually drive you mad." Huaisang frowns a little, gently concerned, but he goes to the table without further argument, taking a close look at the things that Angelo lays out.
He reaches for the notebook and pen, swiftly starting to sketch a diagram of the pieces and how they fit together. He has a good eye for mechanisms like this, even though he's never seen this kind of complexity in such a small device.
Angelo shrugs. He wanted to say something to that, but it's a point of difference and he'll just let it slide.
In the meantime he has to teach his mother what the parts of it are. Angelo excuses himself for a bit to take out some grease for the handgun, just for him to tell him how to take care of it as well; he glances over his sketches to correct them, if anything, and explains how each part functions into the whole. If there are any questions, he'll answer them with confidence; the only break he takes in between is to check on their dinner, just to make sure it doesn't burn in the meantime.
"As with any weapon, a way to build confidence with it is to be comfortable with its parts."
It smells nice the way potato and cheese smells in the kitchen, making the house seem a bit more homey.
Huaisang asks questions frequently as he learns, picking up pieces and putting them together then taking them apart again, trying to understand how the whole thing works. "So it's really... it's a tiny explosion in there in order to push it forward? How does it keep from exploding the entire contraption?"
His stomach rumbles with interest at the smell of food, but he trusts that Angelo will serve him when the food is ready. In matters of food and weaponry, Angelo's judgement is to be trusted.
"Not all the energy is stored in it. And the material is durable enough to withstand the force."
Angelo takes a casing. "This one is a bit difficult to load, but all it takes is some practice. The plastic is tough and can cut your hand if you're not careful.
That being said, whether it has bullets or none at all, one should always treat it as if it is loaded with it."
He takes out the casings and shows Huaisang. The small rectangle filled with bullets is made of sharp plastic with hard edges. He pushes it right down the cartridge and shows him the discarded plastic, then takes each bullet out, one by one, and puts them loose in the box.
He hands him another cartridge. "Try loading it. I'll check on our food."
Nodding, Huaisang takes the cartridge and works on mimicking what he's been taught, learning how things slide together and trying to understand the entire mechanism. He learns quickly with these things and he has excellent manual dexterity, so he's able to swiftly master the things that Angelo teaches him.
Experience with ranged weapons from home translates naturally over to using this new weapon. Arrows should always be pointed either at the ground or at the target, even if the string isn't taut. He takes Angelo's warning in that vein, being always aware of where the weapon is pointed.
He does keep an eye on him as he practices, but he also is working on dinner. Checking it after a few pokes here and there, he's determined it's cooked well and probably can be eaten anytime soon. Another culinary accomplishment for the books.
"You're doing well." He says in approval, washing his hands after. "Would you like to eat first, then practice outside, or save dinner for later?"
"Eat first!" Huaisang responds at once, and for a moment it's swapped around which of them is the parent and which the child. Huaisang's tone is bright and excited, a child impatient for dinner, even while he has a dangerous weapon in dexterous hands that take it apart and put it back together again with graceful efficiency, learning every part of it in the process.
Good enough of a reason to start dinner early. Angelo sets the plates and cups on the other end of the table instead, and makes room for their dinner. He watches Huaisang go through the motions and satisfied, nods in approval.
"When you wash your hands - take care to do it twice and put lotion on it if you don't want your hands to dry out. The oil used for the gun isn't so hospital to bare skin.
Otherwise, well. Dig in, I suppose." He pauses for a bit, and then adds, "next time, we'll need more dessert."
Something like fruit will do. He can't trust this town's idea of desserts sometimes, what with jello making it more often than not to the menu.
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It doesn't seem like they would, small as they are, but he knows how much strength is required for archery, and he knows how much skill and spiritual energy is required for swordplay, so he just assumes that guns will be similarly difficult. Combat requires power. And yet he has agreed to this lesson, wanting to at least understand the basics of the weapons. Even if he never picks one up again, it will still be good to know such things.
Just in case.
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He can see how difficult it would be if it needs endless training. Not everyone has the time for that - certainly not them, in this world, when there are constantly in/visible threads to deal with.
Angelo assembles the meal, adds the last bit of garnish, and puts it in the pre-heated oven. Should be good enough for a few days once it's cooked.
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In any case, it can also be used for hunting wild animals, if one prefers something a bit easier to handle than a simple bow and arrow." Angelo starts cleaning up around the sink. "Which is the excuse I plan to have if some of them get too nosy about having it in stock here."
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"What a good son, providing meat for the table." His smirk is wryly amused but still gentle. He's very pleased by the way that Angelo has cared for their needs on this topic.
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He's completely detached from the idea of it. That being said, he's done quite a bit to make things in the house pleasant, including putting flowers on the table occasionally and just general upkeep.
"We'll practice out in the forest," Angelo mulls it over thoughtfully. "That should provide enough distance from anyone, and if something dangerous comes, well. We can just practice killing it." He glances at the oven again. "As soon as dinner's ready, we can go."
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It's strange to think of someone without a family. Huaisang himself is an orphan, but he had his brother, and he has friends who are like family. "There is a purpose to having someone who will care for you and bring you tea when you are sick, and to having someone who will come after you if you are in danger."
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Angelo cleans up. And, satisfied, he washes his hands and takes out an old kitchen towel and lays it on the table.
"In the meantime, we should help you be familiar with the weapon's parts. Wait here."
He'll come back with a handgun, and a few rounds, a notebook and a pen. Angelo will then systematically disassemble the gun over the old towel, aligning each part so Huaisang can have a look as to what the weapon is made of. "Knowing what it is, and how it functions, lessens the anxiety in using the weapon in the first place, and allows you to better take care of the weapon."
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He reaches for the notebook and pen, swiftly starting to sketch a diagram of the pieces and how they fit together. He has a good eye for mechanisms like this, even though he's never seen this kind of complexity in such a small device.
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In the meantime he has to teach his mother what the parts of it are. Angelo excuses himself for a bit to take out some grease for the handgun, just for him to tell him how to take care of it as well; he glances over his sketches to correct them, if anything, and explains how each part functions into the whole. If there are any questions, he'll answer them with confidence; the only break he takes in between is to check on their dinner, just to make sure it doesn't burn in the meantime.
"As with any weapon, a way to build confidence with it is to be comfortable with its parts."
It smells nice the way potato and cheese smells in the kitchen, making the house seem a bit more homey.
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His stomach rumbles with interest at the smell of food, but he trusts that Angelo will serve him when the food is ready. In matters of food and weaponry, Angelo's judgement is to be trusted.
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Angelo takes a casing. "This one is a bit difficult to load, but all it takes is some practice. The plastic is tough and can cut your hand if you're not careful.
That being said, whether it has bullets or none at all, one should always treat it as if it is loaded with it."
He takes out the casings and shows Huaisang. The small rectangle filled with bullets is made of sharp plastic with hard edges. He pushes it right down the cartridge and shows him the discarded plastic, then takes each bullet out, one by one, and puts them loose in the box.
He hands him another cartridge. "Try loading it. I'll check on our food."
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Experience with ranged weapons from home translates naturally over to using this new weapon. Arrows should always be pointed either at the ground or at the target, even if the string isn't taut. He takes Angelo's warning in that vein, being always aware of where the weapon is pointed.
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"You're doing well." He says in approval, washing his hands after. "Would you like to eat first, then practice outside, or save dinner for later?"
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Good enough of a reason to start dinner early. Angelo sets the plates and cups on the other end of the table instead, and makes room for their dinner. He watches Huaisang go through the motions and satisfied, nods in approval.
"When you wash your hands - take care to do it twice and put lotion on it if you don't want your hands to dry out. The oil used for the gun isn't so hospital to bare skin.
Otherwise, well. Dig in, I suppose." He pauses for a bit, and then adds, "next time, we'll need more dessert."
Something like fruit will do. He can't trust this town's idea of desserts sometimes, what with jello making it more often than not to the menu.