Triggering Change [Natasha/Violet]

"Oho! Lookit you gettin' the hang of this firearm thing. I can tell someone's developin' a preference."

Violet's natural prowess with a firearm was hardly lost on the southern lady with laser focus. Of course, in all that excitement, Violet fired off so many that it left her chamber empty. Natasha walked over, appraising the weapon in silence. Then, something dawned on her. Pondering her idea for a moment, she posed a simple question to Violet.

"How well can ya manipulate reishi nowadays, sugar?"

"Might I make a suggestion if yer so fond of that explosive lil' rascal?"

Natasha carefully took the gun from her hand. She needed it to provide the woman with an example. If she didn't have the skill to form a spirit weapon and manipulate her reishi that way, why not alleviate the process a little and use the gun as a conduit to release the reishi she absorbed? The process wouldn't be easy, obviously, but there was perhaps precedence for it, yeah?

Or who knows, maybe she could replicate the shape and form of this same spirit weapon? Sky was the limit, but first... the example. Exhaling softly, Natasha absorbed reishi from the atmosphere, focusing a small amount on the gun to avoid overheating and overwhelming the weapon. In the next instant, she fired off a single round of reishi toward another target.

"Why not make a gun? Shape's easy enough, ya don't need to worry about running out of bullets... and you can always have two on hand to ensure you never run out of firepower. How does that sound?"

"Ain't it, though? I can tell yer a natural at wieldin' a firearm. Might be that Miller blood runnin' through yer veins---the good kind, at least. Don't worry, I consider your mother an outlier."

Offering that genuine praise in her customarily playful tone, a proud expression painted the woman's pleasant features as she clapped her hands in applause. To some degree, she genuinely meant that, though. There was none of that undeserved sense of superiority emanating from her at all. Of course, she supposed that made sense since that witch likely abused and ridiculed her. From the way she approached and responded to her initially, she certainly felt justified in that belief. These were great baby steps. As one whose spirit weapon primarily manifested into the form of a myriad of guns, this was mighty nice to soak in.

"Light humor aside, though, I genuinely do reckon it might come from a place of simplicity. Ain't nothin' hardly wrong with bows and swords, but they require an investment in martial prowess, constant movement, and rapid-fire thinkin'. In all fairness, half of that still applies to usin' a gun, but as long as you maintain good focus, possess an honest intent to fire, and get a good eye on yer target, I reckon it's always a little easier to wield somethin' like this compared to a bow or a sword. Plus, it's easier to carry around. Always a plus, right?"

"Ah, yea. Part two. That makes sense. Alright, so here's where I provide ya with an example of how I do things. So, first things first..."

Natasha's spirit weapon would once again manifest in the familiar shape of a pistol. Placing her fingers smoothly against the trigger, a collection of ambient reishi filled the weapon's chamber. In the next instant, a bullet of reishi was fired, bolting forward to hit a moving target with resounding accuracy. Repeating the method for emphasis this time, she collected reishi and released another burst of energy to hit another. Turning back to Violet, Natasha explained the phenomenon in detail.

"Quincy lesson number one. Most of our offense is found in our ability to collect and manipulate reishi. We draw in the ambient reishi in the air - or as I like to call em', lil' blue drops - and weaponize em however we see fit. My desired form of weaponization just so happens to be collectin' said drops into the chamber of whatever gun I chose, and turnin' them into bullets or even somethin' close to heavy artillery. Now, lemme see you try it, sugar."

"Easy there, pumpkin! I gotcha."

Focused as she was on Violet, it was relatively easy for Natasha to catch the woman as she tripped over, holding her up with a playful grin, softly chortling at the humorous sight. Her niece was adorable - how could anyone be mean to someone like this? Once she gathered herself properly, Natasha offered her praise for a good first effort. It wasn't the cleanest, but she did achieve most of what she laid out. Any progress was good progress in her eyes, after all.

"Gettin' used to the pop is the next step. Don't worry. Yer spirit weapon ain't there to hurt ya. Much like the actual gun ya have, these weapons are meant to be forms of protection whenever yer in a pinch. Once you've got that down, defendin' yourself against the average human shouldn't be an issue."