This is Pearlie Matas (I have a drawing, it will go in comments)

(RP?)

(Sure)

*UO is firing a Desert Eagle at targets, each target has mild damage.*

PM: :/

*UO holsters the Desert Eagle.*
UO: Ende funksionon si një bukuri ...
*He Doesn't know that PM is there.*

PM: *finds a gun shaped stick and kinda imitates him, she obviously doesn’t know how to use a gun*

(ah, those memories where sticks were guns.)
*UO looks around and sees the Octoling mimicking him and he laughs a bit.*
UO: I remember when I used to be you.

PM: huh-
(I live in the forest so these memories are very prominent)

UO: I can teach you how to use a real one if ya want. Never hurts to know how to fend for yourself.

PM: yeah… I guess I could learn

UO: Alright, let's start with a pistol and we'll get the basics outta the way.
*UO hands the Octoling a 1911 and some Noise-canceling headphones.*

PM: mmkay, I wouldn't mind learning more about those gun things another time

UO: I don't mind helping train others how to defend themselves. I was taught to hand down my knowledge to those who might not be as lucky.

PM: :>

UO: It's getting late, you probably should head home, it's not as nice out here once the sun goes down for the day...

PM: okay! *grabs her stuff*

*UO looks at the sun as it sets.*
UO: Një natë tjetër fillon, që do të thotë se një ditë pret për ata që janë të gatshëm të kalojnë...

PM: *runs off*

*UO keeps watching as the sun sets, almost as if it actually means somethin to him.*
UO: Sikur të ishte Harran... Nëse vetëm...

PM: ooh cool

UO: Yeah, the 1911 is the standard starting weapon as it's the most common, and the ear muffs prevent the firearm from causing hearing loss as some of these guns are loud.

PM: I kinda figured that out when you put them on me

UO: Alright, you see that target there?
*UO points to one of the targets.*
UO: The whole point of a firearm is being able to aim it. Try to align the three iron sights together when you got the target down the barrel.

PM: okay.. *aims at the target*

UO: When you're ready, pull the trigger, be wary though, it has a bit of a kick.

PM: got it *makes sure the aim is all good and pulls the trigger, the knockback kinda hurts her hand* oww..

UO: You okay there?

PM: yes I'm fine… *shakes her hand a bit* how’d I do?

UO: Well, you hit the target well. Not bad for your first shot.
*UO picks up the fired shell and puts it into a cup of water to cool it down.*
UO: I think, its best for a reminder of your first shot fired.

PM: huh, thanks

UO: A neat reminder is that many firearms don't take the same ammo type, some take 7.62, some take 5.56, some take .388, and some take unique types, like 12 gauge, Rockets, grenades, there's a number of ammo types. Each casing says which caliber it is at the bottom, so it's easy to remember.
*UO takes the empty shell out from the water, the shell is now cold to the touch, and safe to handle. He hands it to PM.*

PM: *dries it off and puts it in her pocket* interesting

UO: With each gun, comes different ways to use them, some could be a challenge, some could be easy, each one bringing either power or a high rate of fire to the table. Just remember that you always want your gun on safety so you don't accidentally fire at your family, alright?

PM: “Family”?

UO: Wait, are you saying, you got left from your own kind too?

PM: I've always been on my own… I only remember one other person who looks like me, but I only saw her in my earliest memory

UO: Then you and me, we carry a similar story, being outcasted because of what we can do, but no matter what, we stand strong, Whether on our own, or with others, our stories don't fall in the wind, nor get destroyed in the rain.

PM: I just wasn't noticed by the two ladies there-

UO: Wait, where?

PM: I uhh, I don't know where exactly, but the little girl who looked like me came out of this tube thing, and I remember being in one myself…

UO: Tubes... I don't remember any tubes when I was young, probably times changing. Are you being hunted down by anyone in particular?

PM: no? But I think I remember these tubes being somewhere abandoned… the decaying ceiling being my main hiding spot from the cold rain

UO: Do you remember where these tubes are?

PM: umm… i think in a ruined building in a dense forest from what I remember

UO: You got any place to sleep when it gets dark? Anywhere at all?

PM: well at the moment I'm staying in this purple-haired girl’s house, I don't know for how long though

UO: How does she treat you?
(FYI; UO is going through a standard questioning procedure for the CVPA.)

PM: she makes me food I've only really heard the names of… like burritos or pancakes; she is nice

UO: Okay. Sounds normal. If you feel like telling her about me, go ahead, I'm pretty sure my legacy as the first Ammune Octoling has flown out of awareness.