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Gold Steampunk Monocle by MonkeyNoC

Shoot her Conscience

An RP between Milli and I.

Milli was covered up, dark goggles covering both her eyes now, a hefty bag over her shoulder to conceal herself. She sidled up to her own house and knocked hesitantly. She knew Tia should be there, Syrean, too. The two women had promised to teach her to shoot. And with a lull in the work with her sister, Milli had figured this was as good a time as any.

The door opened with a pouty Syrean on one side and Tia behind the door opening it, glaring at the girl.

"It would’ve been f-." "No." Tia said flately to Syrean as she clutched a large rifle. She was so set to open the door with the rifle pointed at Milli but Tia didn’t think Milli would appreciate the joke.

Once the door was open Tia took Milli’s hand and tugged her inside, offering a kiss to the lips that had been intended for her cheek. She missed.

The sudden affection startled Milli, warm and tender. “O-oh.” She blushed as she pulled away, pressing her lips together to taste. Then she shook her head. It was an accident, of course. “I was…um.” She was clearly flustered. Though the few days with her sister and her sister’s mate had helped settle the woman significantly. Her eyes no longer held that haunted, lost look.

She looked down at her hands. New gloves, courtesy of Ravern, and one of Tsuu’s old coats. A bit too big for her. It helped conceal her. And seeing her hands helped her focus. “Shooting lessons?” she asked finally, looking between the two women.

"Right. Shooting lessons. I found a cave that is relatively open, so no rickashays and such but then… Syrean insisted we had the money to hop gates which I completely hate. So you get to decide. Gate, or a field out in Queensdale?" 

Syrean had brought a large satchel full of rifles and pistols and was packing them away now after cleaning each and every one. She looked positively ecstatic, which was surprising because battle normally made her wither.

Milli nodded as she listened to them. “I’d rather be far from here. Far from anyone who might…know me,” she said quietly. “I just don’t want to be noticed for a while.” She said the words in an embarrassed sort of way. Like she expected Tia and Syrean to look down on her. She hoped otherwise, but despite what Tia said, she knew she was running from her problems.

"So the gate, if we could?" Milli looked ready to help Syrean with the guns if she needed them, though she’d brought her own set of pistols and a borrowed rifle just in case.

"Alright," Tia said with a smile, her best attempt at reassurance. She was certain Milli knew her opinion on running, but Milli also respected the fact that Milli wasn’t her. Everyone had their own way of dealing with things and Tia’s wasn’t any healthier than running.

Tia ventured out of the house as the two finished collecting the arsenal, the heavy bag needing Milli’s help to carry. “Milli…” Syrean said softly. “I don’t know if what I’m doing is right anymore,” she said in regards to the cause. She couldn’t tell Tia, but something about Milli made her believe she could confine in her.

Before the woman could respond, Tia was ducking her head inside the door and ushering them on. “It’s clear. Lets head out.”

Seeing Syrean’s pang of conscience, Milli frowned. “What? You’re…” She reached over and squeezed the woman’s arm. “You can tell me,” she said softly. Then Tia interrupted and they were heading out.

Remaining unobtrusive on the way to the gate occupied all of her thoughts. She kept her head down, letting the hat hide her face. Once they were at the gate plaza, she figured one of them would ask her opinion, so she offered it up first. “I’d rather to go to Hoelbrak or Rata Sum, unless you have a preference.”

"There’s some dumb height tax in Rata Sum. We’ll go to Hoelbrak, we’re all dressed in jackets and less concern over gunfire," Tia muttered. She stepped first, followed by Milli and then Syrean. Each step of the way Tia played guard to Milli and Syrean just played the life of the party. This was Tia’s birthday present, agreeing to help Milli.

Nodding, Milli followed. This would help, she kept telling herself. One more step to being in control. Not having to be so afraid all the time. She’d learned to wire a security system with practice and training, learned how to make acid, and how to place poison into a tiny compartment without harming herself. She could learn this, too. She just had to concentrate and practice.

Once through the gate, Milli slowed down a bit and let Tia get a few steps ahead. Knowing their guardian would soon stop and wait for them, Milli whispered to Syrean, “If you can get her to back off a bit, we can talk, alright?”

"Okay," Syrean said softly, smiling at Milli like a sister. If she was family to Tia, she was family to Syrean too. Tia ended up taking up the bag Syrean was lugging, assuming thats why they were slowed down. "This good Syrean?" she asked after a half hour of walking. They arrived at an open area with rocks in the horizon. Boulders really, but the norn felt they were only rocks.

"Yeah, we can set up targets on those," Syrean said, pointing to the boulder-rocks.

"Alright. I’ll go set up the targets and you unpack the weapons." Perfect, Syrean thought! She watched as Tia took the satchel of jugs and jars of various sizes and set them up on the rocks carefully.

"Yesterday… Lady Brennan was accidentally shot," she whispered to Milli, still paranoid that Tia could hear everything. She couldn’t. "My heart stuck in my throat, my stomach was in knots. It was one of her members, a magic bullet, I don’t know what caused it but it wasn’t intentional. When I first saw her, though, laying there on the ground… I thought for sure it was one of us. I thought… I thought it was my fault and I … I wanted to be punished. Even when I found out it wasn’t, because it could’ve been."

Milli walked close to Syrean, both for the shared body heat — it was damned cold in Hoelbrak in the fall — and so the other woman would understand she was willing to listen. As they began setting out the weapons and Syrean unloaded her fears, Milli nodded in understanding.

"I know how you feel," she said quietly. "I’ve seen the things my…work has caused. And it’s hard, sometimes, to know that. I try to just see it differently. To understand that if I didn’t give those people those weapons, someone else would have. As for the Cause…" she sighed. "I honestly don’t care much either way. I support the organization. Because they support me. And what they do…it’s not about me. And me being a part of it or not being a part of it won’t change things that much. That’s how I live with it. How I live with myself."

She looked up at Syrean as she adjusted her eyepiece back on her face. “We all have to learn to deal with our wrongs, the ones done to us and the ones done by us. Sometimes that means walking away. Sometimes it means sticking to your guns. I wish I had better advice for you, Syrean, but the world is too utterly grey for that.”

Syrean’s brow still furrowed, and as she nodded she still felt conflicted. The Cause was fighting to right the wrongs done to her by those who had stolen her parents, Tia’s son… But she didn’t understand what Lady Brennan had to do with any of that. She only housed a charr guard and only recently. She had to push all of that aside for now, and focus on the task at hand.

"Alright… What do you know about guns so far?" the lithe girl asked Milli as though she was a hardened hunter. The crunching of the snow warned of Tia’s return and she was surprisingly comfortable in the cold.

Milli nodded to the rifle in Syrean’s hands. “I know how they work. I know how to make them work better. I can aim and fire, but my accuracy is poor.” She tapped her eyepiece. “It’s difficult to adjust this thing while firing, especially with moving targets. I can load and fire the weapons quickly if need be.” She listed them off like she was checking them off on a sheet of paper in her head.

She smiled at Tia as the woman approached. “And I know that I need to be better with them so that I’m not so vulnerable anymore.”

"We’ll start slow. Wont happen all at once, but this is how I learned. Non moving targets first, then the moving ones. You really only need one eye to be honest… So lets see if we can’t get you set up to rely on your good eye only. Look down the scope with it, focus on the bourbon jug. Take deep, slow breaths until you’re able to steady the sight on the jug, then pull. Only put your finger on the trigger when you’re ready to shoot, never before." Syrean began as though she was an old man in a milita. She had channeled her father and it was obvious that Tia was proud of her. She excelled in this, and thats why Tia encouraged her to be the one to teach Milli.

Chewing on her lip, Milli did as instructed. She stood very still, holding the rifle carefully against her shoulder, a firm grip. She focused on the bourbon jug, nothing else. She let the sounds of the wind and snow fall away. She lined up and between one breath and the next, pulled the trigger.

The rock just to the side of the jug chipped in a pinging whine echoed around them. Milli shrugged. “Close. I just take a while to get lined up right, I guess.”

"It’s fine. You gotta practice, you’re doing great! Line it up and try again. After this you should rest your shoulder though. Ensure it doesn’t get tired." Syrean noted she was standing, but would wait until the next round to suggest a kneel.

Tia stood quietly observing, a soft smile on her lips as she watched. She was happy with her girls, helping like a mother or a sister should.

The next shot did in fact hit the jug, and Milli beamed. She took Syrean’s advice and rolled her shoulder a bit. “I suppose I should see if Tsuu and Ravern will let me set up a shooting range in their backyard so I can practice a bit more every day. Seems like a skill that requires fairly constant usage to improve.” She always spoke this way, as though people were machines that had specifications and requirements rather than animals with needs and urges. It was why she had such a hard time understanding others so often.

She reloaded and looked to Syrean. “Again? Or farther away? Or moving?”

"I would! Start with the jugs, and when they aren’t a challenge, you set up moving targets. Dad threw plates in the air, or he’d take me rabbit hunting. You’re doing a lot better than most! So I think you’ll pick it up easier. I find it liberating myself," Syrean continued rambling on.

Tia wandered over to Milli finally, rubbing her shoulder as she leaned in to speak softly in Milli’s ear. “I’m proud of you,” she said with a soft smile. It’s something Tia had always wanted to hear but never had, so she assumed others would want to hear it too.

Milli blushed at the praise from both women. “Thanks,” she said quietly to Tia, then gave Syrean a bright smile. “Alright. I’ll give it another go.” She continued working along the row of jugs, stopping every so often to shake out her shoulder or rest her arm. Things seemed to slip away easily when she concentrated. Focused. It was like work…only different. But she could use the same concepts. If she could do this while in battle, she might actually be good at this.

The thought was far more liberating than she’d expected.

Time to Go

She really only had two options in the situation: give in or do something about it. After a few fearful, tearful hours, Milli had chosen the latter.

In Lion’s Arch she remained too easily found if Dexten decided to confront her. Tom had pointed out this weakness, but Milli had thought her connections within the organization would protect her. That was obviously not the case anymore. She would have to leave until she was safe.

And Tom…oh Tom. He loved Dexten. Likely more than he did her. The woman had tried to kill her just for asking after him. If Dexten smelled him on her or saw them having fun together or holding hands, that would be it. She would have died for Tom, but that death wouldn’t be for him. It would be for another woman’s pride and jealousy. And it would hurt him more than just leaving him would. At least Milli hoped so.

With Tia she left keys to both her house and the shop. The woman could keep things running while she was gone. She left a note in the shop for Jack, assuring him of her return. She cleaned out her account at the Bank of all but the pennies. The full 50 gold for Dexten’s bounty was in a sack in the till.

Her bags were packed. Time to go.

She tried to be quiet in the mornings.

Tsuu and Ravern were kind enough to be quiet at night, though Milli could occasionally hear the squeak of their bedframe. It was only fair that she not try to wake them when they were doing their best not to wake her.

She wasn't usually one for coffee unless it was the third day of sleeplessness and she needed to be awake, but Ravern kept scolding her for not taking advantage of their hospitality. Milli figured the easiest way to remedy that was to appear to be drinking their coffee and eating their food. Which she was, just maybe not as much as the two women would like.

Her bed was in a comfortable room downstairs and she could stare out the window, watch the ebb and flow of the water in the bay. She liked the opposition of the cold sea air and the warm coffee. Her warm bed.

Widget was curled up on her pillow. They shared the space. Which meant she ended up with a corner of the pillow while Widget took what he wanted. It was the way of the cat and Milli had long ago accepted it. She petted him idly.

The testing had been successful. Now it was just a matter of lining her coat with the myomer strands and capacitors. Perhaps adding a battery pack to the inside of the coat just in case. In the end, the coat would be a bit bulkier than before, but Ravern had been confident she could make the design and padding render most of the alterations nearly invisible.

In a day or two she'd be done. She could go home.

Milli wasn't sure how she felt about that. Once she did that, she would be vulnerable again. Less so because of the coat, but still...

She needed to work on other skills. Learn to defend herself. Learn how to be more than just a victim waiting to happen. Which meant hard work. Like she was doing with Syrean and Tia to learn to shoot. Acquiring new skills. Ones she didn't already have the basics of.

She was never one to shy from hard work, but this was different. It would mean taking time away from her shop on a regular basis. It would mean her late nights would all be filled.

"Maybe the empty bed won't bother me so much," she whispered to herself. Hoping it would be true.