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Vaughn put on his best practiced smile as he waves a hand to the range, attempting to keep Eva on topic. "What I have set here is a basic training range. What I want to see is how good your eyes are." He tilts his head and brushes his stray locks aside before taking up one of the pistols and rapid-firing three of the bottles and two figurines. The tiny targets. Of course... He hands Eva the pistol with one round left, nodding back to the range. "Hit the barrel."

Vaughn tends to be...overly friendly, assertive, speak his mind. He's quite the opposite of his reserved self, though more himself than sober. Not afraid to be his true self.

[18:11](Sasari Sari) Sorry I let you die ;.; [18:12](Vaughn Antain) Meh, you didn't expect me to MT for a bit there [18:13](Sasari Sari) I was like "Oh Vaughn is low, I better heal him.... wait... shoot he has the bleeeeed... Nooo can't cancel Physick fast enough to Lustrate blargle" [18:13](Vaughn Antain) Vaughn's time of the month >_>; [18:13](Sasari Sari) Only when tanking the cloud of darkness... [18:13](Sasari Sari) So like every other woman [18:14](Vaughn Antain) [18:14](Sasari Sari) I am sensing bad jokes here, SE

Vaughn does have a...pattern rather than a preference. He finds beauty in all shapes and sizes, but his most significant relationships have been with tall, dark, and strong types. He definitely prefers a dominant personality.

Aww, can't make it T_T Have fun though!

Loooots of practice! I think I'm finally getting a more consistent style :blush: But commissions are open! Looking for work! I'm not regulated to FFXIV either. Nor does it have to be canon, as by Rivienne's example. Silly is more than welcome!

Aww, thank you! :love:

Vaughn nodded and saw Eva out. The next day came to Vaughn in an unusually foul mood. His hair was plaited back with the few strands partially covering his face. He wore his snug cotton pants and thigh high riding boots. A flowing shirt clinched at the waist and open up top kept his scarification covered, but a gentle breeze still made it seen, as well as the little bird charm on his pierced pec. The range he set up was a long board strattling four crates, lined with various bottles, figurines, and barrels with painted targets. fifty fulm from the setup was another crate with two simplistic pistols, gunpowder, and a few boxes of bullets, waiting to be used. He was setting up the last target as Eva came over the sand dune.

Rivienne (Navarre) Rabbit!

Vaughn chuckled. "If you call knowing his schedule 'lover's intuition', then sure." He tilts his head with a small grin. "Tomorrow, hmm? You're very eager." He ran his delicate fingers through his long hair. "I guess I should get started on supplying the site." He smiles. "Anything else I can help you with? Any further questions?"

He smiles. The first genuine smile Eva has seen from him since she arrived. "Yes, you're right. Still, I will not flaunt it. There's no use doing that either." He stands from his seat and tilts his head at her. "So, when would you like to start? It will take me a bit to set up, after all." He stretches with a light yawn. "And Jaques will be back soon, I think.." He looks out the window. "Yes...he'll be home soon."

I know...I'm a sap. [video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ih1945e4q7I

Vaughn raised a brow in slight amusement, chuckling at her. "Right..." He started to put everything away and back into the desk drawer. "I'm not exactly proud of everything I've done, so this secret has to be kept. I fear if others knew...well, I don't think we'd have much of a house left. Cautionary, and..." He sighed. "I don't want my past to color what others think of who I am now."

He smirked at her, biting his lower lip as he tilted his head back and chuckled. "I have not broken that rule. I do not have gunpowder on site." He looked at her with a raised brow and a teasing grin. "I'd like to think nobody does." He leaned forward. "But there's a place near the workshop's entrance where Jaques and I set up a firing range. It's hidden for the most part, and with the workshop being a 'mining shaft', the noise isn't unheard of." He smiled. "I need to keep in practice after all. And...if you're interested in a small boom with large damage, yes, I could teach you. Just...nobody else must know. Jaques will, of course, but no one else. I...don't think they'll understand."

He smiled. "It used to be a noble's, yes. Then...my Captain obtained it." He lifted the velvet lining to reveal more compartments underneath, containing cleaners, tools, and a few boxes of bullets. "Yes, it does still fire. Did you wish to try?"

Hawt :love:

I'd have to find someone to take my place since I will be at work until 5:30pm EST.

Vaughn tilted his head in curiosity at her actions, then blinked at her confession. Slowly, a smile crept on his lips as he let out a soft chuckle. As abrasive as this woman was at times, she did have her adorable moments. "Then it's a good thing one doesn't need pistol training to fire a cannon." He slides himself into the tall chair behind the desk and takes out a key, unlocking the center drawer and pulling a hefty-looking black hinged box out of it. "A cannon is a brutish weapon meant to punch large holes in the sides of ships. Or walls, as the case may be." He took out another key and unlocked the box, opening it to show a pistol the size of the gemscope on the edge of his desk. It was nestled in rich purple velvet, an ivory handle to a dark steel barrel, etched with delicate filigree gold vines. It was a well-maintained piece, that's for sure. not even a speck of dust dared to fall upon it. He smiled at Eva. "This...used to belong to someone I was very close to. Only Jaques knows about this. And now, since he trusts you with his workshop, I trust you with this knowledge." He sighs and sits back, crossing his legs and placing his delicate hands on his knees, allowing her to touch the pistol should she choose to. "A well-placed bullet will do more damage to what you fight than a cannon ever will."

Vaughn laid on the couch in the back of his office, book on his chest and golden hair cascading off the edge and dusting the floor. Even asleep, he exhibited grace. Nights have been rough, and this was his only chance at real sleep. After all, he needed to be awake for... The knock at the door made him jump. It took him a moment to register the voice as Evangeline's, but when he did, he launched himself from the couch, bookmarking his place in the novel, and ran his fingers through his hair to smooth it down. Adjusting his clothes and checking his breath (satisfactory), he smiled as he opened the door. "Ah, Lady Evangeline. Please, come in." He moved aside to let her pass. "What may I help you with?" He took a second before adding as an afterthought, "Angora's not missing, is she?"

So beautiful, I'm crying T_T Thank you!!

I'd love to watch you work! Needing all the pointers @_@

-uncontrollable squeeing- My love for you knows no end! Thank you soooooo much! :love:

>_>; <_<; *saves*

I suppose I'll enter on behalf of pretty men. As long as day and time mesh with my work schedule