[He's not wrong. All that friendliness had to come from somewhere, and they get the feeling that somewhere was lost the moment that reset was complete. No choice is without its consequences.]
< Right, that makes sense. Let's see what I can do. >
[Have they ever used a gun before? They pick it up and take it in hand and it certainly doesn't feel familiar. But that could just be that this one is different or guns from other worlds don't feel the same as a gun from the City would.
...Nothing for it but to give it their best shot then.
They hold the pellet gun up and try their best to match the stances of the Sinners' Identities that made use of guns. The sight... would probably be a lot easier to position if they knew exactly where their eyes (or "eyes") were supposed to be in this clock, but eventually they manage something that seems to line up. They tense, finger hesitating on the trigger... and then fire.
The pellet grazes the paper target's edge, but the silhouette is unmarred.]
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< Right, that makes sense. Let's see what I can do. >
[Have they ever used a gun before? They pick it up and take it in hand and it certainly doesn't feel familiar. But that could just be that this one is different or guns from other worlds don't feel the same as a gun from the City would.
...Nothing for it but to give it their best shot then.
They hold the pellet gun up and try their best to match the stances of the Sinners' Identities that made use of guns. The sight... would probably be a lot easier to position if they knew exactly where their eyes (or "eyes") were supposed to be in this clock, but eventually they manage something that seems to line up. They tense, finger hesitating on the trigger... and then fire.
The pellet grazes the paper target's edge, but the silhouette is unmarred.]
< ...Oh. >