Steampunk Riflewoman By Ksmith3620

Steampunk Riflewoman by ksmith3620

There was a strength in knowing things that Milli had forgotten. Of course she knew how to build a rifle...but being competent at firing one was a new thing. It was easy -- even gratifying -- to get up early to practice with rifle and pistols each morning. It was slow, but she was becoming the woman she wanted to be.

Rica. Coming soon.

starafire13:

Yeeeeaaaahhhh...

Am I the only one, when roleplaying, that has this slight paranoia thinking that the person might not like roleplaying with me or might be annoyed with me

Her own bed. Her own house. It was good to be back.

Milli kept repeating that over and over again in her head. Because she couldn't hide forever within the bubble that Tsuu and Ravern's kindness had provided. She had to stand on her own.

Shooting lessons with Syrean and Tia had helped. She was growing more confident with a weapon the more she practiced. She'd even made a wooden target with her sister and sister-in-law the day before so she could keep on practicing without having to buy so many jugs.

Rifles were actually easier to handle, but Syrean had shown her some good techniques with a pistol. How to keep herself steady. Keep breathing. She would practice every day, beat the lessons into her own head. Another way to protect herself.

It was amazing how much better she felt just making plans, moving forward. She would talk to Mordecai, see if he would be willing to show her about wild things, animals and men. And ask Jack if he could help her learn how to fight without her guns. And how to lie. She might not ever get really good at it, but she needed the basics, at least.

For so long she had depended on others to protect her. Association and nearby threats holding the proverbial wolves at bay. Now there was one wolf in particular she wanted -- needed -- to keep safe from and no one else could stand up for her.

So she was upgrading herself. A good word, she decided. A higher version of Millicent Bowyen. One protected not just by who she knew, but by what she could do. And one who would be willing to do it.

 Ilaria Gorin

She looked again at the little drawing in her sketchbook. It was silly and she had no reason to think about rings, but the idea of interconnecting gears and bars of teeth was an interesting one. Milli scribbled For fun later in the margins and closed the book, never really intending to look at the drawing again.