21st Inning (Monday morning)

[freakinblur]

[Sometime in the morning, Scout's drone wife will call to him, letting him know a box has arrived in the mail.

Considering the last time he got something in the mail, it went pretty poorly, so he was a bit suspicious. He got his usual speed and agility back, but not without a LOT of grief.

Sitting on the kitchen table is a crate with his name on it. There's some familiar labels adorning it. He blinks at it, and laughs. Is this for real?

He gets a hammer, pulls out the nails and cracks the crate open. Inside, complete with a box of shells, is a bright shiny new sawed-off shotgun. He holds it up, grins, and laughs even more.

Shortly afterwards, Scout can be found zipping down Mitchell Road, jumping as high as he can and then firing at the ground with the gun. It makes him fly even higher into the air, and he lands gracefully on to someone's roof nearby, laughing and cheering as he does. As much as he wants to keep going, he doesn't want to risk it getting taken away, so soon he'll be taking it back inside. But it seemed to work perfectly, and the Force-A-Nature's going in his backpack now, and will be going with him everywhere.]

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[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[The Captain was just standing by the sidewalk staring at a post card in disbelief. He looked in some sort of shock. With all the bad that had been going on this was a real surprise.

He didn't even notice Doc Scout run by shooting at first! Not even a flinch to the sound, just staring at a postcard.

[bloody-hime.livejournal.com]

*Hime is sitting on her porch, staring at scout like he's a retard.*

What on earth are you doing?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

*and hey, those two people who tagged before me? There's a (fairly new) girl at the same house those two are at. She's just sipping tea and watching with an expression of vague amusement*

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Runrunrunrun BLAM! Scout go zipping over the head of the Captain and lands on his roof.]

HEY RUMMY! You ain't the only one 'round here who can fly, now!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He almost runs by, by makes a last second turn. BLAM! He launches himself over her fence and lands on the porch in front of her, stumbling to a skidding halt. He's laughing and grinning like mad.]

Havin' some fun!

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Ooh look! A new girl to impress!

Grinning and running like the wind down the street, Scout jumps high into the air, points the shotgun downward and fires. It blasts him into the air even higher. He lands on her lawn perfectly. Well almost. That ankle's gonna hurt later, sheesh. But he just laughs it off for now.]

Whatcha think 'a THAT?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[He looked up and saw the new weapon. Thinking about the taunt, The Captain had a thought.

This town was mocking him, offering him back the ability that would have been the most useful in that fight in Westport only after it was too late to go back.

Still, he had to test it to be sure. Flying up to where Scout was and hovering in the air. Eyeing that gun.]

Right, you think you're a ☠☠☠☠ now? Prove it. Shoot me, Doc.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Damn right I am. Always have been.

[He gives you a confused frown.] Last thing you need is ta have yer face splattered all over tha landscape, Rummy. This thing packs a whallop.

[human-pretender.livejournal.com]

You... Why are you having such fun with a firearm?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Uh, cuz I can do THIS?

[Runs past FF, and double jumps high into the air. He points the gun at the road and fires. The little gun packs a hell of a punch, and it launches him even higher. He lands in a tree branch, almost slippnig but manages to hang on. He gives her a huge grin, wink and a thumbs-up.]

[human-pretender.livejournal.com]

That is a very useful escape tactic.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He'll hop down.]

A good way 'a gettin' ta high places, too. An' a hell of a lotta fun!

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[Just grins, maybe he went crazy?]

That little toy gun? Doubt it could harm a fly. And here I am flying around too.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow. Ol' Cap'n Rummy really WAS trying to get him to shoot him. He twirled the tiny shotgun around his finger, sizing you up.]

This thing just made me fly across tha neighborhood. You been too drunk ta notice 'r what? This baby'll knock ya ta the next zip code.

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Hm... not bad at all.

You should be careful with your ankle now, though. *yes, she noticed how your almost perfect landing wasn't quite perfect*

[human-pretender.livejournal.com]

Your attitude makes it seem so. How are you able to jump when nothing is there?

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Still grinning like mad.] 'S just what I do, double-F. BLU don't hire nobodys. Ya gotta show 'em ya got tha goods.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He shakes a little, still grinning.] 'S nothin'! All part 'a tha job.

[bloody-hime.livejournal.com]

... Shotguns in your world can make you jump better?

[teacup-parry.livejournal.com]

Oh? Are you some sort of unorthodox acrobat?

*tea sip*

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

[That last part was probably still true but...]

All I notice is you're stalling. Maybe your gun isn't quite up to the challenge? Don't worry, I'm sure that happens to plenty of guys in your field.

[He was taunting... actually he had missed the gun bouncing but more due to shock than anything else.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[He laughs.] Nope, but I feel like one sometimes. I'm a mercenary.

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

Well, just this one, an' just me. [He twirls it around his finger, still grinning.]

[freakinblur.livejournal.com]

[Scout still looks unimpressed. But, he shrugs, and in a flash, flips up the shotgun and blasts right at the Captain's face.

If he gets droned for this, he'll kill Cap. Again.]

[bloody-hime.livejournal.com]

You seem quite good with it. May I see it?