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The Deserts Bird of Prey (Private: Raziel Mirandale & Voxel)

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"Training regimen dictates I must gather the adequate information by the head of the research." "Sensors are at one-hundred percent functionality, beginning system configurations." A long pause was set in motion, as the figure with dark brown hair stood there in the firing hall, a gun set before him, unloaded and the slide pulled back, as there was a fully loaded magazine set and ready to be set into the magazine chamber of the large silver like firearm. And when the figure jolted his head down, he blinked his blue orbs a few times and spoke, a tender voice exiting his lips. "System configurations completed, beginning target practice in T-minus ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, initiate." And as he slowly counted down the numbers, when striking the word one, and saying "Initiate" his hands darted to his gun, and like lightning he had already loaded it and the slide jolting forward. The first shot going off and zooming towards the target set at two-hundred meter, and with the targets head being shot into by three Dust based projectiles, he stopped his shooting and kept his expression very subtle.

"First three rounds. successfully made contact with the target, recording weapon kickback and muzzle velocity of the firearm." "Recorded, proceeding with firing of the last four rounds." He said with his monotone like voice filling the air, seeming to almost be filled with sadness, or void of emotions, like a child who lost something dear, and is holding nothing together. His white latex like skin tight suit with two very large high risen collars, two large obstructions laid at his side, almost looked like ammo packs, but was unknown at the moment. His muscular form was seen through the suit he had, flexing arms and wrist muscles every time he held up his hand, and gripped the handle of the large firearm, which made a very loud crack in the air. His stance appropriate of the stance most gunmen would have using something similar to this firearm, his large fluffy chocolate brown hair fluttering as he tilted his head to the side and analyze the target more.

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After yesterday's events Raziel decided it would be pertinent to get some actual training in. As she walked she twirled about Aka'Ken in his sheath, much like a baton thrower at the front of a marching band. There was an obvious spring in her step as she walked down the hall. Over her usual combat outfit she wore the green tunic that Pearl had given her. Something about it helped to keep Raziel calm. There it was, and in she went. A loud bang came from the back of the training hall. It sounded like gunfire, though not in the main room. Curious she decided to check it out.


What Raziel found was not what she was expecting, though kind of made sense. A gun range, and it was loud, despite there being only one person. To a normal human that gun, along with it being in a closed space, was loud but to Raziel's ears, the sound was painful. Her large ears immediately went flat to try and dampen the sound. As well she put her hands up to her ears and stuck her fingers as much into her ear holes as much as she can to help with the sound. 

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After the previous shots made contact with the target, and the figure held up his firearm once more, he pulled the trigger after lining up the fiber optic blade and back sight and then pulling the trigger four times in the length of a second. As the gun kicked back several times very hard, and the loud crack filled the air around him the four shots hitting near the neck and chest region, the four large Dust shells flying out of the dispense slide and clanking around the figure. His magazine sliding out and hitting the table, falling to the ground next to him and the side packs on either of his hips opened up and a magazine flung out possibly due to a spring action projection system. He grabbed the mag and quickly slammed it into the magazine box and pulled down on the safety pin, making the slide slap forward and his focus set back on the target. "Accuracy was... acceptable for standard range, must accel in gaining a high accuracy parameter."

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Whoever the one person in her was their weapon was loud. Raziel walked through the shooting range until she saw the one person firing. He was firing a very large silver gun, well more of a hand cannon really. He had a black mane of hair, and was rather tall, but then again just about everyone was tall compared to Raziel. The way he used his gun was something to behold. He must be quite strong to be able to fire repeatedly with such a large gun. She waited until he finished with his current magazine before speaking up.


That's a nice gun,” Raziel said almost shouting as she was unaware of how loud she actually was. It was quite the interesting weapon. Though Raziel prefered swords over anything else, she loved to see what other people had and how they used their weapons. No two people ever used the same weapon the same way.

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When he finished his and loaded another one into the chamber fed, the sounds of a door opened, to him it was the sign of a being entering the firing room, no other than a Human or Faunus, perhaps another Autonomous Sapiens like himself. But when the loud voice rang through the air, and striking his sound anticipation devices, he held his hand in the normal human response and turned to see a fox like being with their ears flattened. *Faunus, Kingdom; Animalia, Phylum; Chordata, Class; Mammalia, Order; Carnivora, Family; Canidae.* His thought process was kicking in and he pulled his hand away, allowing his wild like brown hair to flutter more as he put down the gun, and set the safety on, pulling back the slide and ejecting the magazine from chamber fed. "Your tone of voice is 90 Decibels,, please lower it to 30 Decibels so my ears are not damaged in any form." "And I presume you are referring to Grand Strike, my hand cannon, yes one could say it is nice."

He said this in a monotone like voice, as he was not showing off any emotion, nor was he emitting any form of aura to allow this female Fox Faunus to read him, though his sight of fire arm safety was a sure sign that he knew how to handle his weapon all too well. Once he was done speaking to the female, he pulled a pair of unused ear plugs designed for Faunus to wear and tossed her the package of large earplugs. "Wear those, should reduce the 155 Decibels of sound this gun produces down a few marks for it to be comfortable for your sensitive ears, little fox." And like that he reloaded his gun, slamming the magazine back into the chamber feed, and pulling back the slide before removing the safety and darting his eyes to the female, waiting for her to put on the ear protection, for he wasn't going to fire until she put some safety gear on.

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