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[Open] I've Walked these Familiar Paths

WHO: Tohru Adachi and OPEN
WHERE: Heropa; on the street, around town, and at the police precinct.
WHEN: After the swear in; for the rest of the month of October.
WHAT: Catch all log of Adachi settling in and slowly losing his mind.
WARNINGS: Gun use, Adachi being Adachi.

IN TOWN
The alarm went off like always.

Adachi threw it across the room.

He ended up his usual ten minutes late to work because he fell asleep again, and ended up having to endure the same usual lecture he always did. It wasn't nearly as effective as when Dojima-san did it, and he ended up zoning out long before it was ever over. He welcomed the moment when he could hit the street, but that didn't exactly last very long. Just... walking down the street, checking meters, writing out tickets... rinse, repeat, add yawning.

He was well through his fifth ticket for the day before he let his arms drop to his sides, staring up at the morning sky as it slowly crept its way toward afternoon.

"Ahh... I'm so bored already..."

AT THE STATION - SHOOTING RANGE
There was about only one good thing about America, in that they handed guns off to just about anyone, even simple traffic cops. Then again, considering one of his new "powers" involved being a damn good shot, it wasn't too much of a stretch to believe he'd just be handed a gun.

...but man; did it have to be an automatic?

He hated automatics, and not just because they weren't exactly prevalent around Japan. There was no challenge to them; just point and squeeze trigger. Done. It was annoying, and he wanted his Nambu M60 back. He missed the feel of the grip, how it had been smoothed to the exact fit of his hand, even though he couldn't take it home with him...

Adachi let out a sad sigh, leveling his gun at the target in the range and squeezing the trigger, hitting dead center with barely any effort or need to correct his aim. It was boring, really; the only reason he was even bothering with this "practice" was because he didn't really have anything else to do.

Except write more tickets.

Ugh.

AT THE GROCERY
It was funny how he had a little more money than before, and he still resorted to the usual cabbage and ramen for food. Adachi paused as he started toward the check out, making a face at the contents of his basket. It wasn't even good ramen either; it was that cheep stuff that you could find at any gas station for barely any yen. He really needed something to try and balance this out...

His hand snapped out, grabbing a chocolate bar and a few other things from the "buy me before you leave!" section of the check out line, before paying for his food.

He didn't realize that one of the things he grabbed was a lighter until he was out on the sidewalk around the grocery. Of course, he didn't smoke -- he had no interest in poisoning his body like that, thanks. But Dojima-san smoked like it was going out of style, and he had a habit of losing, running out, or just outright forgetting his lighter. He got sick of seeing him grumbling about not getting his smoke in, so he made sure to keep one on him at all times, just in case.

Apparently, picking up his usual food wasn't the only habit he still resorted to.

Adachi grumbled under his breath, heading over to the nearest garbage, fully intending to throw the thing out. His hand froze just above the trash, though, his fingers refusing to open and let the stupid thing go.

"Tch..."

Stupid "bonds"; he stuffed the lighter into his pocket in annoyance, giving the trash can a swift kick, as if it was that thing's fault that he couldn't let go.

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At no point in Hawkeye's career, ever, has she worked a job where she did not end up teaching some new recruit firearms. It hasn't mattered her rank or other reaponsibilities; her skill was always seen as too good to waste and she was always doing a rotation in the shooting range teaching how to properly handle a weapon.

Today's student was here for a remedial lesson (again) because so far nobody else has been successful in getting Officer Smith to not suck with a gun.

"Watch yourself!"

Her shout is loud enough that she's certainly audible over the gunfire in the range. The young officer freezes. His poorly placed shot just hit Adachi's target when he lost control of the weapon.

Hawkeye takes the gun from him and switches om the safety, exasperated, before gesturing to the door. Smith heads out and she turns to the next stall, waiting for Adachi to finish before addressing him.

The range is empty and far quieter now that her poor student had left for the afternoon. "My apologies, sir. Smith is still working on controlling recoil."

Adachi heard the shout over the noise dampening headphones, but he didn't think it was supposed to be directed at him. At least, until the side of his target ended up with a bullet in it that wasn't his. He stared in bewilderment for a moment, before he set his gun down, pulling off his headphones and peering over at the blonde and the idiot rookie skulking off. Hunh... some things didn't change between universes.

At her apology, he glanced between his target and where the rookie was sitting, raising both eyebrows.

"...was he trying to shoot a shotgun?" he asked, before shaking his head. "Some guys should just never be handed a gun."

Hawkeye deftly ejected the clip and placed the handgun on the counter, her gaze not leaving Adachi's face as her fingers found a familiar rag and oil to clean the gun. It might not be her weapon, but she'd be damned if it wasn't returned cleaned and in proper order.

"Handgun. Automatic." Her movements cleaning the gun are quick and precise and it's not but thirty seconds before the gun is reassembled and on the counter.

"While I'm inclined to agree, that isn't an option for Smith," her gaze flits from Adachi to his target before returning to him, sharp and inquisitive. "If he shows no improvement I may have him try my 'ancient' revolver, or my equally 'ancient' semi-automatic."

The sniper crosses her arms, shaking her head. "He can't handle the recoil of the automatic weapon--the police here tend to think of a pistol from 1910 as obsolete, but it will be easier for him to handle."

Hawkeye's expression, just slightly exasperated, suggests that she certainly hopes so.

[ooc: So Hawkeye uses an Enfield No.2 Snub nose revolver which is what she's talking about but TECHNICALLY THOSE DON'T EXIST until 1932 so....I picked an earlier year. Because she's from 1915 so...]

Edited 2015-10-21 16:08 (UTC)

He was trying to be sarcastic at the shotgun question, and he let out an embarrassed noise when it seemed to fly over her head. Oh well; not everyone gets his brand of humor. Sometimes it was just a shot in the dark? Heh heh...

Adachi brightened up at the mention of her having a revolver, looking much more like a puppy dog who's owner had a treat dangling above him. A woman after his own heart; who'd've guessed that could ever be a thing?

"I don't think the people around here much appreciate a good revolver. It takes a little more finesse to use one," he replied. "Maybe they don't think it's 'manly' enough or something... I don't know."

He paused a moment, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. "Ah... I'm Tohru Adachi. Just arrived here this month."

Someday she'll make a joke that reveals just how acerbic her sense of humour is. Today is not that day. Three days of training with Smith does that to a person.

Hawkeye reaches to her waist, pulling the Enfield No.2 and offering it to Adachi, an eyebrow raised with a hint of surprise. Her Browning for now remains holstered beneaty her jacket. It's rare that someone doesn't think her choice of firearms is unusual, particularly someone like Adachi--who looks as though he is not so far out of place from his own time. She hums in agreement, nodding. "An automatic weapon is easier, if you're used to it." She shrugs. "I am not."

Hawkeye smiles slightly at his introduction. "Riza Hawkeye." She bows her head politely before offering her hand, done obviously as a compulsory gesture. "I would say welcome, but that never seems right."

Adachi's eyes lit up like she was handing him chocolate instead of a gun, and he was more than happy to take it, turning it over in his hands. A snubnose, hunh? Enfield... British? Successor to the Webley Mk IV, right? He couldn't quite remember, but he was fairly sure that was right. Those weren't made back in 1910 though; more like 1930-something. Well, whatever; different worlds and all that.

It was seriously well maintained though, almost like it wasn't used that often. Just going by how she was handling the rookie, he could tell that couldn't be true.

"I'm not crazy about automatics. Mine back home is a Nambu M-Sixty; it's a thirty-eight too, three inch barrel," he supplied, handing her gun back. "It's standard issue and nothing really special, but it suits me."

He paused awkwardly, looking like being caught nerding over guns was like stealing from the cookie jar. He let out a sheepish laugh, accepting the handshake without a second thought. Hey, it wasn't like they were at a gas station or anything.

"Ah... w-welcomes are okay! This place isn't so bad, even if it's not home."

"I'm not familiar with that make and model, but that hardly means much here."

Hawkeye had just disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled the automatic weapon Smith had been using--Adachi shouldn't be surprised that the revolver was almost pristine. As he goes on, she doesn't seem phased by his enthusiasm. "The state military's standard issue is the FN Browning 1910. That is always my preference, now primarily of habit."

She shrugs slightly. "I was fortunate to have both on my person when I was ported in. The only thing I wish I also had was my rifle, but beggars can't be choosers."

As for the handshake? Once again, she notes his pause, the moment of hesitation, and finds herself a bit curious. Concerned. A nonchalant stranger with impeccable aim in the shooting range, acting innocent--something didn't sit completely right with her, but she couldn't place it. "Well then, Mr. Adachi, welcome to Heropa."

Adachi paused at that, his face pinking slightly.

"M-Mr.?" he echoed, before letting out a faint laugh. "Th-that sounds kind of weird. Just 'Adachi' is fine."

After a moment, he shook his head, an easygoing smile coming to his face.

"You're lucky you had your gun on you," he continued. "I was a detective, in Japan, before ending up here. Japan has some serious weapons laws; I'm not even allowed to take my weapon out of the precinct when I'm off duty. That's why I don't have it on me now."

Well, that and the whole part where he was incarcerated, but no one needed to know that yet.

"My apologies, Adachi."

She was lucky she had her gun on her. Of course, she had also been actively bleeding to death and upon arrival. One has to make trade-offs.

"A detective. And here you are, doing other police work that I imagine is not detective work."

Hawkeye watches him carefully, though her easygoing smile doesn't change. Once again, she finds herself aware of a disconnect between what he is saying and doing, and what he is thinking. It's distracting. "It's a pity the Porter doesn't see fit to use imPorts' talents appropriately."

That got a disheartened sigh from Adachi, and his shoulders sagged at that. Man, everyone liked throwing that in his face, didn't they?

"Yeah, no kidding. They've got me on traffic duty; can you believe that?" he asked, a faint whine escaping from him at that. "I'm supposed to be doing investigations, not ticketing cars..."

Hawkeye can only shrug sympathetically, though she herself is unsure she'd want this man as a detective on any case important to her.

"Well. I suppose there's little you can do but work your way up. That's how you became a detective in the first place, right?"

"I've been assigned as a patrol officer. If it's any consolation, the last time I did a proper patrol was when I was a cadet in the Academy and being punished as part of my command for a prank my comrade committed against our superior."

Whoa, military chick, hunh? In other words, someone he didn't want to mess with. Well, not that he would anyway; she had already earned herself a few respect points with him.

"Man, and you had to suffer with it too? That's not fair," he replied. "And... yeah, I can work through it again. I'm still young, and I was top of my class back in the Academy. It shouldn't take me long to get back up there..."

He trailed off, making a face; well, it would be a pain, but he could do it. And... well, he had a few ideas to make it a little easier.

Hawkeye shrugged. "I wouldn't call it suffering. It is what it is."

"If you've made detective once before, I'm sure you can work towards the goal again. There are plenty of events here that require investigation--offer your services there as they are needed."

She replaces her revolver in the holster and glances down the range. His aim is good and her patience is growing thin... "Maybe start by volunteering to train Officer Smith."

Adachi let out a faint noise at the suggestion, glancing back to the targets. Whoo, boy; did he really have the kind of patience needed to train someone? Not to mention someone that bad? The answer was a very clear and loud no, but he wasn't going to say that outright. Let her down gentle; that sort of thing.

"Ah... I may be a good shot, but I'm not so sure I could teach someone else, you know? Doing and passing it on to others are two entirely different things... eh heh..."

He recognised this guy. They never spoke, he's certain of that, but given that they both worked for the police, and Hideyoshi had a damn good memory for faces, it's not surprising that he'd want to approach the guy.

...Even if he seemed to be in a bad mood.
And what's the best way to approach someone who looked like they were grumpy and not in the mood to talk?

"Ya shouldn't throw lighters in basic trash, you know! If they get crushed by the back of a garbage compactor, they could spark an' explode."

Nailed it.

Adachi didn't turn around immediately, instead letting the abused garbage can get a good look at his eyebrow twitching in irritation. What part of any of that invited conversation? Were there seriously that many obnoxious people around that thought, "Hey! That guy is in a pissy mood! I'm gonna go talk to him." Reasons why he hates bonding with people: this right here.

Of course, none of that showed when he did finally turn around, all sheepish smiles as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

"I-I wasn't really going to throw it away..." he replied, voice quavering with the obvious lie.

The part where he kicked a perfectly innocent garbage can, that's what part of that invited conversation. Probably not the best idea, but... hey. Since when had he ever taken caution for anything?

He receives Adachi's smile and returns it with a bright grin of his own, his head tipping back with a bit of a laugh. He could tell it was a lie, but he wasn't about to rub it in the man's face. "No? My mistake then, sorry about that!"

He waves his hand a little, leaning forward. "Guess I just wanted to find a reason to talk t'you. I'm pretty sure I've seen you around before. You work for the police too, right?"

"Eh?"

That fake smile turned into a look of genuine confusion. Had he seen this guy at the station house? He wasn't sure; really, the only one that had stood out was Riza-chan, though not for reasons he wanted anyone to stand out. Seriously, wasn't this his "vacation"? Couldn't he catch a break?

"Uh... y-yeah; they have me on traffic duty."

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He wouldn't be surprised if Adachi hadn't seen him--after all, he hardly spent any time in the actual station. His job was more out and about than anything else. He grins when the other answers positively--good, his intuition wasn't wrong.

He still had it.

"Traffic duty... man, that sounds pretty boring. But hey, it could be worse.

Ya could have to stand guard outside the jail cells or something. I think I'd take traffic over that, right?"

He holds out a hand.

"Nagachika Hideyoshi."

Adachi felt an eyebrow twitch at that; oh, this was exactly the kind of person he wanted to be around. Yep, totally. Ah well; he was being on his best behavior after all. And he was right; at least he didn't end up as a jail guard himself. His luck, he would have ended up in the same block that Crane was imprisoned in, and that would have just been fun.

He hesitated a moment, before accepting his hand; what was with everyone and the handshakes around here?

"Tohru Adachi; nice to meet you."

"You know-" Said idly from his side, not that Adachi is listening per say, especially through those noise cancellation headphones, if he opts to wear them.

"Moving targets, are far more fun." His sentence finishing, again whether Adachi is listening or not, or if he can even hear him. But whether he's deaf to the words or ignoring them, it'll be hard to ignore the sudden cards thrown at the target next to his. One, two- three, cards. The first stabbing into the center, the second just below it, and the third cutting through the first two, perpendicular to both. Certainly not bullets, so not from a gun of course, and he'll see no gun upon looking to his side at who ever threw them.

Some man in a bright red suit with pink hair. He doesn't look like a cop... is this shooting range restricted access? How'd he get in here? Oh well. Or hey you could ask, unless of course it's public, but then Hisoka wouldn't really care either way.

A glance to him finally, his mouth pulled into a slim smile.

"And you look like you could use some fun."

Adachi didn't hear what the person was saying, but he did see the cards lashing out suddenly from the stand next to his. His gun snapped over immediately, tracking the cards, but he managed to stay his hand, mostly out of confusion. There was a lot of things weird about this; first of all, who the hell in their right minds uses cards to attack? And what the hell were those cards made from that they could actually stab into something like that?

...more importantly, he realized he could have totally shot at least one of them down if he had actually pulled the trigger. Hunh, so that's what having "sharpshooter" as a power meant?

After a moment, he pulled off his noise cancellers, peering over at the... well, "weirdo" was an acceptable descriptor, right? At the very least, the guy looked like he could be the Pierrot on his Arcana.

...and what the hell was with everyone being so much taller than him!? Sheesh.

"Uh... what do you mean?" he managed to get out, averting his eyes slightly, if only so it didn't look like he was staring.

To say Harley was not a fan of law enforcement would putting it mildly, even here where she is ostensibly on the same side, but that was no reason she couldn't be nice. There was this one officer she saw sometimes on her way to work and he was just such a sad sack she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him, so she put some extra swing in her hips and tossed him a wink whenever she saw him. Brighten the poor schmuck's day a little, you know? Oh my god, she was such a good person, for real.

She must have been feeling extra charitable the day she stopped him and said, "Hey! What's your name?"

Of course he couldn't miss the cute chick that walked by every now and then -- with legs like those, how could he not? And she was even nice enough to give him a little show as she passed, something that brightened Adachi's day a little bit. So of course when she actually stopped and talked to him, he nearly jumped out of his skin in surprise.

"Uh... who, me?"

A+, self. A+.

"U-um... it's Adachi. Tohru Adachi.

Oh, wasn't he just precious. She offered her hand with a smile that was only a touch predatory.

"Hi. I'm Harley. Harley Quinn."

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Police Station - Firing Range

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So Inb4 I Google every bit of info because I know diddly squat about guns

LOL I had to do the same thing.

I was surprised to see the year thing for the revolver. Unlike Arakawa!

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Grocery!

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Shooting Range

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In town

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