Ziva David (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bywiseguidance) wrote2011-12-11 12:48 am
bywiseguidance) wrote2011-12-11 12:48 am
OLD: 4th Wall -- [action/video]
[Ziva is pleased.
Why is Ziva pleased?
Because she had woke up that morning to the familiar shape of her NCIS-issued Sig Sauer sidearm in its usual place under her pillow, and she hadn't realized how much its lack had felt like part of her arm was missing.
She has her sidearm, and though it's cold--she's wearing scarf, thick coat, and the orange knit cap she'd found in her bag that morning to ward off the chill--she's outside on Route 34 taking aim at empty cans of Lemonade and Soda Pop.
Six cracks of the gun led to six holes in six cans, perfectly centered, and said cans flying off the ledge she'd placed them on. Ari the Houndoom is lying nearby in a pile of snow, watching appreciatively.
Beware on the approach. She's quick on the draw and that gun still has six or seven bullets in the magazine.]
Why is Ziva pleased?
Because she had woke up that morning to the familiar shape of her NCIS-issued Sig Sauer sidearm in its usual place under her pillow, and she hadn't realized how much its lack had felt like part of her arm was missing.
She has her sidearm, and though it's cold--she's wearing scarf, thick coat, and the orange knit cap she'd found in her bag that morning to ward off the chill--she's outside on Route 34 taking aim at empty cans of Lemonade and Soda Pop.
Six cracks of the gun led to six holes in six cans, perfectly centered, and said cans flying off the ledge she'd placed them on. Ari the Houndoom is lying nearby in a pile of snow, watching appreciatively.
Beware on the approach. She's quick on the draw and that gun still has six or seven bullets in the magazine.]
[Action]
He clears his throat carefully, not keen on startling the woman with the gun.]
Not really the sound I expected to hear in a place like this.
[He's stopped his approach the moment he started talking, and for the sake of caution his hands are a little raised. He's not hiding anything and doesn't want to be shot, miss... He's also not dressed quite as warmly, almost as if he didn't expect to be out here.]
[Action]
Not surprising. Weapons are certainly not common here.
[She raises an eyebrow--you didn't think she'd shoot you, did you?]
[Action]
I might be worried if they were, Pokemon is a kid's game after all.
[Not that Pokemon aren't potentially dangerous. He'll admit that much. ...at least now the set of his shoulders and tone of his voice have relaxed considerably.]
[Action]
So I have heard. It was not around when I was young.
[Even if it was, Ziva wasn't much of one for video games.]
My childhood was also somewhat...unconventional.
[Action]
It wasn't so bad, but my little sister liked it more than I did.
[He was more one to wander everywhere, so what is sitting around playing video games forever?]
Having an unconventional childhood sounds like it would make life more interesting. At least somewhat. [A brief pause.] Well, as long as it was still a pleasant childhood.
[His isn't exactly the most normal either, and he wouldn't change it for the world.]
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Mm, it was...pleasant enough, for what it was.
[Aside from shit blowing up and her friends getting killed and her dad either never being around or dropping Ziva and her sister off in the woods as a sort of survival training, y'know. It could've been worse.]
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[IT'S TOOTHLESS.]
[It took him a little bit to find her, but now the Night Fury is coming ambling along down the road perkily. c: THERE SHE IS! THERE SHE I-- :I what the hell is that noise.]
[The sharp, piercing crack of a gun ringing out is something Toothless has NEVER HEARD BEFORE.]
[... BACKPEDALING. BACKPEDALING.]
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--only to determine that 'whoever' should be equally 'whatever.' Ziva's never seen a real, live dragon that wasn't a Pokemon, and Toothless doesn't quite look like any Pokemon. She'll take an educated guess.]
Toothless? It is alright.
[She holds out her hands--see? Empty.]
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[But he sees the box she put that thing into!]
[And it's STILL THERE! WAITING.]
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Finding a likely tree branch, just a little out of her normal reach but within reach if she stands on her tiptoes, Ziva removes her holster--with some hesitation, because she wears a shoulder holster and that involves taking off her coat--and loops a strap of it over the tree branch, leaving the gun hanging well away as she steps away from it.]
Better?
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[His nostrils are still flared and puffing, but at least he's not wigging the hell out anymore.]
[YES. 8( BETTER.]
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[Ziva sighs softly, hopefully he won't freak out about the smell of gunshot residue on her hands. That'd be pretty much the last thing any of them need...but it's only a moment before she's fascinated by the fact that there's a real dragon in front of her.
...he's a lot smaller than she thought he'd be. But still very obviously strong. She smiles as she approaches and crouches down closer to his eye level.]
Shalom, Toothless.
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[He is indeed quite small compared to the traditional giant firebreather, but it's pretty clear that he's one solid chunk of muscle, from blunt snout to finned tail. Still wide-eyed, he first snorts at the air. He can smell the scent of the gun all right, but he can smell HER too, so.]
[Very tentatively, he stretches his neck out to sniff her face and shoulders.]