a brimming glass of spiders

[bivariant]

WHO? Everyone.
WHAT? House parties.
WHEN? During the first three weeks, but after the banquet and House Chchai's demise.
ANYTHING ELSE? If characters have specific actions they'd like to take direct them here. Jumbled mess of a post plotting post is here.

Comments

i'm so sorry.

[thoughtimight]

Her brows furrow as she listens to him speak. Her confidence isn't improving with this weapon in her hands. It's impractical and there's no affinity of it with this stranger either. She feels like a fool standing in this position.

As soon as the hand touches her shoulders, she swings around sharply, startled. The weapon bumps Hux with the full force of her hurriedness.

"I'm sorry!"

She's stammering, dropping the weapon not caring to see whether or not his feet are out of the way.

"You frightened me."

never be sorry <3

[neutronium]

Hux flinches when the weapon hits him, and he takes a full step back, biting his lip in a frown to keep himself from telling her off as he would one of his troopers. She was not under his command, and she was just a young woman trying to find her way in this world. Her reaction was natural, as was his--but to yell at her would do neither of them any good.

Taking a deep breath, Hux squared his shoulders and let a breath out through his nose, finding his center, giving a nod of his head. "It's fine, it's fine."

Bending down, Hux picked up the weapon, trying to keep his cool, despite his desire to just leave. "I didn't mean to, I only desired to help. Perhaps if I fired the weapon myself, and you watched, it might help?" Back at task. It would be best. Feelings were a bad subject.

[thoughtimight]

While she's surprised that he's not upset, his feelings don't seem to clear from his eyes. Her first instinct is to take a step back to put some distance between herself and the man should any sudden turn be taken. She can't fault him for any irritation, but it's still too early to tell his exact disposition.

"Yes. I'd certainly appreciate that."

[neutronium]

"Of course." Hux seemed to smooth out a bit as Dolores asked him to perform, as if focusing on the task, or at least being able to turn his attention from her, eased out the rest of his irritation.

Checking that the crossbow wasn't hurt in the drop, or that the arrow was dislodged, Hux brought the weapon up to his shoulder, getting it settled securely against the meat of his left shoulder and chest.

His left hand rested towards the front of the gun, balancing, as his right went to the trigger. Letting out a slow breath, Hux focused on the target in front of him and pulled the trigger.

Not prepared for the kick a non-blaster based weapon like this (even more than the sniper rifle he used during the last mission), Hux was set off balance by the recoil for a moment, stumbling back a few feet. While he hadn't hit a bullseye--it hit the target, which was a good start.

Lowering the weapon, he looked over at Dolores. "See? Easier than it looks."

[thoughtimight]

Her eyes widen at the force of the weapon. It's enough to force a grown man from his feet, but the spiders are much larger than most humans. She should have expected such.

There's a bit of guilt in her recognizing her own sense of relief that it wasn't her to have fired the weapon. Dolores doesn't even bother to regard the target nor the accuracy. Instead she focuses on her fellow recruit.

"I don't think that weapon will do either of us any good. It's much too forceful."

[neutronium]

"...I don't disagree." Hux wasn't going to make someone use a weapon they didn't feel comfortable with. After all, this wasn't his Command, and Delores wasn't built like Phasma.

"I have a weapon you would be much more comfortable with...but it wouldn't be acceptable here." Hux pursed his lips, glancing over. "Once we are back on the ship, find me, and I'll show you something I think will be much more fitting." A blaster would fit her much better.

Still, the needed to find something. Hux picked up an old musket-style pistol, shaking his head. "All of this is primitive. For all their innovations, I would have thought they would have been farther in this."