[Metaphorically. The range, when she gets around to tracking it down, manages to be largely empty. Partly because firearms are so unpopular around here in the first place. But mostly because most people are using the break between missions to get some R&R before shipping out for a while.
And then there's this guy. Who looks up from piecing together a pistol at a tabletop to arch his eyebrows up at Veronica when he hears her come in. Well, what d'you know. Look who's a girl of her word.]
Wow. For an entirely different reason. [Veronica pauses midstep to take in this beautiful comic book specimen. Nice jawline, seven out of ten on the hair (that can be worked on), and ... the rest. Oh, and he's not old like Kevin's father is old, so she doesn't have to feel as weird about observing him in his natural territory.
And that is what this is, isn't it?
She picks up her walk, striding over with purpose. To say Veronica didn't come prepared to shoot a gun is an understatement—at least, if someone is judging. She has on a typical outfit, complete with heels. If she's going to do this, she's going to do it the way she'd always be. For now, she's insistent on sticking to her style choices. That's important to her.]
Consider me punctual. And very annoyed by all the really unnecessary reminders that I am ill-prepared for this step in my life. If I have to define a bodyguard one more time ... [She rolls her eyes and then flashes him an easy smile. A flirtatious smile. Because of course.]
[I'm physically pained by the phrase "beautiful comic book specimen" being used in his direction. That's fair, though. Right up to the part where he probably needed a real haircut ages ago.
He'll give her a quick once-over in return. About what he'd been expecting from his conversation with Lucina and her file on the network. Pretty, put together. (The heels stand a raise of the eyebrows but. Well, people operate in heels in comics all the time, which is terrible.) He does, however, happen to catch her drift and crack a crooked grin in response. Don't encourage him, Veronica, he's obnoxious enough on his own.
Pushing himself up away from the table, he spreads his hands out in front of him in a way that says "what can you do."]
People here are pretty quick to tell you how you ought to be doing things. [He deals with it by ignoring it, mostly. Not to mention not bothering to ask for opinions in the first place. But—] Here I thought we were aiming for something a little more self sufficient.
Ah, I see Lucina left out some critical information. [There's a hint of fondness to Veronica's voice. As stuffy as Lucina is, she reminds her so much of Betty that she can't help but like her. The fact that she's a princess and a certified badass helps. They're just factors that she's never really found anywhere before. Which, well, not surprising. She grew up in New York City, not a fantasy novel.]
You're a part of a package deal I made with her. Don't worry, all you're meant to do is ensure that I know how to burst in guns blazing. [Veronica will never be bursting in with any guns blazing.] And until I'm ready, Lucina will be watching my back. It's a fair trade, and one that takes into consideration that training takes time.
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[Veronica would be mortified to show up to only get sick. How embarrassing.
(So, it may happen, but she will try to hide it.)]
I'll see you in the range. Soon, even.
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[Metaphorically. The range, when she gets around to tracking it down, manages to be largely empty. Partly because firearms are so unpopular around here in the first place. But mostly because most people are using the break between missions to get some R&R before shipping out for a while.
And then there's this guy. Who looks up from piecing together a pistol at a tabletop to arch his eyebrows up at Veronica when he hears her come in. Well, what d'you know. Look who's a girl of her word.]
Wow. You weren't kidding.
[Hi.]
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And that is what this is, isn't it?
She picks up her walk, striding over with purpose. To say Veronica didn't come prepared to shoot a gun is an understatement—at least, if someone is judging. She has on a typical outfit, complete with heels. If she's going to do this, she's going to do it the way she'd always be. For now, she's insistent on sticking to her style choices. That's important to her.]
Consider me punctual. And very annoyed by all the really unnecessary reminders that I am ill-prepared for this step in my life. If I have to define a bodyguard one more time ... [She rolls her eyes and then flashes him an easy smile. A flirtatious smile. Because of course.]
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He'll give her a quick once-over in return. About what he'd been expecting from his conversation with Lucina and her file on the network. Pretty, put together. (The heels stand a raise of the eyebrows but. Well, people operate in heels in comics all the time, which is terrible.) He does, however, happen to catch her drift and crack a crooked grin in response. Don't encourage him, Veronica, he's obnoxious enough on his own.
Pushing himself up away from the table, he spreads his hands out in front of him in a way that says "what can you do."]
People here are pretty quick to tell you how you ought to be doing things. [He deals with it by ignoring it, mostly. Not to mention not bothering to ask for opinions in the first place. But—] Here I thought we were aiming for something a little more self sufficient.
[He didn't sign up for bodyguarding, either.]
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You're a part of a package deal I made with her. Don't worry, all you're meant to do is ensure that I know how to burst in guns blazing. [Veronica will never be bursting in with any guns blazing.] And until I'm ready, Lucina will be watching my back. It's a fair trade, and one that takes into consideration that training takes time.