Who:  Irvine Kinneas, Kail Nurah.
Where: Irvine's dorm room.
Why:  Kail wants to borrow something of Irvine's, heh.
Date of Log: August 1st, 2000.


A knock? Huh, probably Selphie. Irvine doesn't get that many visitors lately, most have been spooked by his attitude lately. Not to mention how the gunman's been pushing away all his friends as of late and delving deeper into the loner/cowboy/gunslinger image. It'll get better after the Mission, right? He's sitting in his desk chair by the window, staring out the window when the knock resounds off his door. Turning his head, he just calls, "Come in."

Kail slips the door open and steps through, gently shutting it behind him. "Hey," he says, looking around briefly...he rarely goes in anybody's dorm besides his own, so he can't help getting that air of 'looking around at a new thing'. He walks across the room slowly, figuring Irvine's either being thoughtful or anxious. "How you doing?" Not able to find a chair offhand, he just sticks his hands in his pockets and looks, uh, 'loose and comfortable', leaning on the wall next to the window.

The only chair in the room is the single desk chair and right now Irvine's straddling it by the window, his arms draped over the back. There's a candle on the the pane, lit even, the flame flickering slightly with the movement in the room. That's technically not allowed, but as long as no one notices, the gunman really couldn't care less right now. He breaks the rules almost nightly letting Selphie sleep with him. His expression isn't born in the falling rain, just a little thoughtful. "Hey, Kail." Voice tone is quiet, subdued. "I'm all right, I reckon. What's up?"

Kail chuckles. "Well, I had something to talk to you about, so I guess this isn't as much of a leisure visit as I'd like." Kail slides down the wall a bit, sitting down and leaning his back on it. Now that Irvine and Kail look appropriately like a pair of teens hanging out, Kail comments, "Wish I had time to talk..." Brief mutter. "...but I gotta -- well, you heard about the scouting mission going down today?"

Yeah, he's heard all right. That much is obvious by the look on his face as he glances away from Kail, staring at the mesmorizing flame dancing in the window, reflecting off the glass, off the glassy gaze of Irvine's sapphire colored eyes. He let's his chin rest atop his arms, which are folded over the back of the chair. "Yeah, Squall mentioned it to me yesterday, I already told him what I needed."
Kail nods. "Yeah, I figured you did. ...I'm one of the guys going with him." He looks up at Irvine, and apparently in the past couple days has done some thinking and guessed a detail. "Me, Squall, and Logan."

"Oh?" Irvine feigns interest, though he doesn't put much effort into it. The candle seems to be the only thing that's really holding his attention. "You should be all right then. If you're careful. I can't go, wish I could. It'd be better for me to scout out a position with my own eyes... but Kefka's seen me, I'd be compromising the mission."

Kail nods. "Yeah, I know...but thing about all three of us is...well...Squall's got his gunblade, and Logan and I have staves....I'm taking my tonfas, too, but all of those are close-ranged weapons. So..." Kail takes a breath. "I came by to ask you if I could borrow a gun."

Borrow a gun? That's a sufficiently oddball request to get Irvine to perk up a moment, lifting his head to lift an eyebrow at Kail. "You know how to use one?" He doesn't mean it to be insulting, there are only so many students at Garden who really know how to use one, especially the variety he's modified for his own use.

Kail chuckles and grins. "If it's standard, yes. If not, you got five minutes to show me how?" Pulling his legs closer to him, he sticks his elbows on his knees and lets his arms dangle, looking properly casual. "Won't take me much longer than that to figure one out. May not be as good as you, but I shouldn't need to be on this mission."

"Snipers are out of the question, but I probably have something you could use," Irvine says, the legs of the chair scooting along the floor in protest as he rises to his feet. Crouching by the bed, he reaches under to pull out a massive looking leather case. Clicking it open, there's a number of guns inside, most disassembled, probably the snipers he was talking about. Scopes, parts, additions, all of them are tucked here there and everywhere. Word to the wise, don't try to invade his room. He pulls out a standard enough looking shotgun, double barrelled as he prefers and holds it out to Kail. "This was my newest one, haven't had time to modify it."

Kail takes it and looks at it carefully. "Nice," he murmurs, "even if I'm hardly an expert." He turns the gun over gingerly, keeping his hand away from the trigger, carefully checks to make sure it's not loaded, empties it out if it is, carefully, and then slips his finger in the trigger and swings the gun up, aiming at the opposite wall of Irvine's dorm like he was a natural with the thing. Sure, there are flaws in his method, but Irvine is probably just about the only person in Garden who'd catch them immediately.

Watching without comment, Irvine knows better then to open his mouth. Yes, he spots a number of immediate flaws, but there is no one faster at sharpshooting then he. Besides, Kail's not going sniping, just borrowing it for long range fighting. No need to lower any confidence Kail may have in his handling of it. "It's got a kick, I'll warn you." Most of his guns do, he's gotten used to it over the years. "Make sure you're braced before you use it." The gun was not, in fact, loaded, he doesn't store them that way.

Kail figured it wouldn't be. ^_- Kail swings the gun down, and then says something that means he's in for it. "About time for me to go meet with 'em, but..." He stands up and pauses. "...You used these for normal long-range combat the whole time you fought with Squall and Selphie. Any tips on using it? I mean, I don't have a lot of time, but..." There's the good old tendency to presume there's actually a quick, simple tip besides "Don't point at yourself or your friends when you can help it".

"Just make sure you're pointing it at the enemy," Irvine replies with a touch of humor in his eyes. Clicking the case shut again, he shoves it back under the bed before rising to his feet. "Good luck, Kail."

Kail grins. "Thanks, man," he says, holding a hand out towards Irvine. "I'm gonna need it. ...I'll try my best to get this back to you in one piece."

Irvine takes the proffered hand, shaking it firmly. The cryptic little smirk of his appears a moment, "You better. My guns are my babies." It's joking though, the gun's new to him, he hasn't had a chance to modify it or 'breathe' life into it. If it were to be ruined or lost or stolen he would just get a new one. "Just remember there's a kick." He'd hate for Kail to be knocked off his feet or end up with a massively sore shoulder.

Kail grins. "I'll treat it like it was one of my babies." He nods briefly towards the tonfas dangling from his belt, not as noticeable since he doesn't generally hold them. "...And I'll remember to get my feet planted when I fire." Another grin, wider than before. "Catch you later?"

"Yeah," Irvine says blandly, already falling back into the depressive brood mode he's been on and off in for days since the Mission became his. He has every confidence that Kail will be ok, Squall's going with him after all. "Take care, come back in one peice."

Kail chuckles. "Oh, right...gotta bring me back in one piece, too. All right. Later, then." Looks like Irvine could use some time to himself now, so Kail hefts the gun again for a second, glances back at his friend, then turns and ducks out the door, slipping it closed behind him again.