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[makes_the_toys]

"Testing in three... two... one!"

What is going on outside on the firing range today is not gun practice or weapons testing, it's SCIENCE!

And yeah, okay, kind of with the weapons testing, but not in a way where the man who's conducting said testing is trying to get good at it, or make sure the weapon works, he's trying to figure out how it works.

And maybe playing around, just a bit.

The weapon in question is a large, rather fierce looking silver boomerang. On his countdown's end Cisco chucks the razor-edged weapon into the air, and then quickly runs, diving behind a bunker he's made out of someone's old bomb crater and some sandbags.

The boomerang hurtles through the air, headed towards a table holding several watermelons standing on end. A camera is set up on a tripod and filming on the edge of the range, while Cisco documents with his phone from his foxhole.

Just as the boomerang nears one of the watermelons it arcs away, changing trajectory and slinging back around. Cisco grins and keeps filming.

Behind him and on the approach to the firing range there is a sign set up that reads:

CAUTION: SCIENCE IN ACTION!
beware the boomerang

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

Yamato's probably seen better days -- there are a few bandages around one arm, at various points; he's slightly favouring one leg; and while they're mostly covered by his t-shirt, there are several more bandages on his chest and stomach, with the edge of them visible at the collar of his t-shirt -- but he seems to be in good spirits as he approaches, with Gabumon following him.

(Well, good spirits for him, anyway.)

He does notice the sign as he approaches, and while he doesn't duck down into the foxhole, he is keeping a weather eye on that boomerang just in case it slings back around in his direction.

"I'd heard that you had a new toy to play with," he remarks, shaking his head. "Or -- new evidence, I guess, either/or."

Sometimes, evidence and toys are the same thing.

[makes_the_toys]

"Yams and my buddy G, how's it going?" Cisco asks, hearing the voice and glancing over, but only for a moment as he tracks the boomerang.

The boomerang spins through the air lazily and makes another course turn and starts swooping in low.

"Yeah, isn't it awesome? I-- " Cisco starts to enthuse, and then glances up from his phone screen and realizes the boomerang is carrying itself in an arc headed for his foxhole.

"Uh-oh. Mayday! MAYDAY!" Trying to preserve his phone, and keep filming, Cisco starts scrambling out of his makeshift bunker.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"But it's still April," Gabumon says, with some confusion, as Yamato watches Cisco with some bemusement.

He rolls his eyes a little as the boomerang comes swinging in, before darting between it and Cisco and snatching the boomerang out of the air with his left hand just as it reaches him.

"Please tell me this is the first time you've nearly brained yourself with this," he remarks, turning the boomerang over in his hands. "... What's this made of, anyway? Plastic? Some kind of metal composite?"

[makes_the_toys]

It is a lot harder to scrabble for your life from the bottom of a hole than it is to hop into one, and Cisco isn't going to succeed. He's just starting to utter a high-pitched scream as the boomerang closes in when Yamato steps in and snags it.

Wide-eyed and startled from the close call, Cisco shakes his head in what may be either a 'no, this is the first time' or a 'no, this isn't the first time' reply.

"It's a composite high-density plastic reinforced with a carbon fiber," he says, looking down and patting himself over to make sure he avoided puncture. "Be careful, it's crazy sharp on the edge."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Seems like a waste to use something like this on a boomerang, but your world is just kind of like that," Yamato mutters, turning it over in his hands again, very carefully.

[makes_the_toys]

"Yeah, well it's-- it's-- oof-- " Wellness check complete, Cisco once again tries to get out of the hole and struggles. Finally he looks over at Gabumon.

"Yo G, help a guy out of spot?" Cisco holds out a hand, hoping for help up.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Sure!" Gabumon chirps, holding out a paw, and making sure to angle the claws on his fur pelt away from Cisco's hand before grasping it, giving him a tug up to help him out of the hole.

Yamato watches them out of the corner of his eye, stifling a quick smile.

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco accepts the help, finally hauling himself up out of the crater.

"Thanks," he says, throwing a nod at Gabumon while brushing off dirt.

Turning attention back to Yamato, Cisco finally gets his full reply in, "It might look like a crazy gimmick, but apparently dude has killed some people with it. I'm guessing Barry told you about the case."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Criminal who murders people with boomerangs, yeah, he mentioned. And a rage-inducing metahuman, too," Yamato says, distractedly.

He tests the weight of the boomerang, sticks his tongue out for a moment to check wind speed, then swaps the boomerang over to his injured arm, easing back onto his back foot and lining up his throw.

"Forty-five degrees off vertical, sixty degrees off wind, let's try five-thousand newtons of force," He mutters to himself, before snapping his arm forward to throw the boomerang.

It doesn't land straight on one of the watermelons, but it arcs enough to embed itself in the side of the watermelon furthest left.

[death_gone_mad]

"Is that a ... throwing stick?" Asks a redheaded woman who approaches the grenade range. Whether 'throwing stick' is a mistranslation or not is anyone's guess.

AmascutSarah likes checking in on the grenade range occasionally, since that is were interesting people eventually end up anyhow. Plus it a nice far walk from the bar. The odd trajectory of the 'throwing stick' definitely has her curiosity, and as it arcs high into the sky it causes her to stop and stare at it hanging in the sky.

"It's a... returning throwing stick?"

[makes_the_toys]

"What? No. It's a boomerang," Cisco scoffs, filming the projectile as it slings through the air.

"From Australia? It's-- Oh, OH! Here it comes, duck, DUCK!" Cisco hits the dirt in the bottom of the hole he's in as the boomerang comes ripping by overhead.

[death_gone_mad]

Sarah has enough of an idea of where the boomerang is going that she can just step aside, but she did not expect the speed.

"Whoa, I am glad that I didn't try to catch that. What an odd weapon..." she says as she watches it go where ever it's headed.

With the rotational momentum on it, it might bounce at a hilariously bad angle off the ground. Maybe it will hit someone , she thinks with well-concealed glee.

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco is down in the bottom of his hole, arms covering up his head. When he isn't immediately sliced and diced by the roving projectile he tentatively lifts his head and peeks out, smiling when he sees the boomerang has passed.

"Yeah, it's super sharp and murdery on the edge, best not to try and catch that puppy," Cisco says, bringing his phone up again to film.

The boomerang finally dips downward, dropping out of the sky and hitting the dirt and then bounces backwards, flipping end over end back in their direction.

Cisco is ready to panic and try and flee, but the boomerang finally comes down again and sticks up out of the ground, its razor-edge glittering.

"So glad I'm not trying this in the bar," he breathes.

[death_gone_mad]

Sarah tries out the word. "Boomerang." She tilts her head to the side to look at it from maybe another angle. "You don't want thrown weapons to return to you, generally. Did you throw it wrong?"

She walks over to the boomerang and observes that it is indeed a throwing stick! A metal and very precisely shaped throwing stick. She hasn't seen anything like it in ages. She squats down to coo at it. "Oooo. Maybe you didn't throw it wrong. That is insane," she says at she pokes at it.

And people say she's nuts. At least she doesn't sell returning throwing sticks to people who might throw them wrong. Or boomerangs, whatever.

Maybe that's just because they fell out of fashion as weapons so long ago.

[makes_the_toys]

"No, amazingly I threw it right," Cisco replies, trying to clamber out of his crater. "From what I understand it's pretty difficult to get it to come back."

Cisco is no expert, but he's read a few things since the boomerang was brought to him.

"I-- oof-- think that... urrrr-- it's supposed to-- NNNGGHHH!" He's trying to explain, but he's having trouble getting out of the hole.

Finally he has to drag himself up out on his belly, this is done with lots of struggle and grunting. Out now, Cisco lays on the ground for a moment before finally picking himself up.

"Woo. Okay, phew." Dusting himself off he finally gets to what he was trying to say, "I think that it's supposed to come back if you miss whatever you were aiming for. This one is amazingly well balanced, which is probably how I was able to actually get the comeback to happen."

[death_gone_mad]

"A silly parlor trick to impress people with the skill of the thrower," she scoffs, "or maybe the skills of the smith, in this case."

She pulls the boomerang out of the ground and stands to get a better look at it. She mostly ignores Cisco's struggles; he's doing fine. Well, fine enough. This new toy is the important thing. "A dangerous and expensive parlor trick," she says as she examines it, "the idea usually is to make something semi-cheap that you don't mind throwing away." Hence the popularity of arrows, and some day in the near future, for her anyway, bullets.

"I can see why you wouldn't want to lose this, though. Throwing it so it comes back if it misses is still miserliness in the extreme." She allows herself to smile at the thought of a pennypinching assassin killing themself with such a boomerang.

Or maybe she's smiling because she is admiring the craftsmanship?

[makes_the_toys]

"For your information the dude this thing belongs to has been using them to kill people." So hardly a trick!

"It's hardly miserliness, it's dedication. Admittedly the guy is definitely a murderer and most likely a lunatic, but I respect the craftsmanship." What can he say, he appreciates a thing well-made.

Also, he kind of digs the inventive theme.

[abyssum_invocat]

Well that's new. New enough to distract Sinthia from her box of marbles, which she'd only just begun setting up.

Sinthia--small child, neat black dress, shoes and socks--is interested in the boomerang, and unluckily for her (and probably stressfully for Cisco) has no fear of fast-flying objects. But then the thing veers away from the presumable targets, and she cocks her head, following it.

That's weird.

[makes_the_toys]

The boomerang comes around on an arc, slicing through the air with a whistling noise. Cisco is still filming, up until he realizes that the new trajectory is bringing the boomerang back to this side of the firing range.

"Oh, OH! It's coming back! DUCK AND COVER!"

[abyssum_invocat]

Notably, and perhaps worrisomely, Sinthia has no intention of ducking or covering: she stands perfectly still, watching the boomerang whirl through the air in her general direction. She'll wait until it actually presents her a danger, but in that case Cisco will see something that looks like her taking a deep breath and holding it.

She flickers once or twice before the boomerang passes right through her.

[makes_the_toys]

For his part when Cisco notices the girl in the way of danger he makes a valiant attempt to reach her. Scrabbling at the edge of the hole, he manages to lever himself up out of it in a hurry.

It's not fast enough though, and Cisco shouts, "Little girl MOVE!"

His heart drops to the bottom of his chest as he watches, and then jumps back up into his throat when he sees the boomerang pass through her.

Eyes practically bugging out of his head now, he yells, "GHOST! GHOST! It's a ghost girl!"

Backpedaling quickly, he trips up on a sandbag and falls back into the hole.

[abyssum_invocat]

"I am not a ghost," she says dryly once the boomerang has passed on, smoothing down her dress as if by habit, and seemingly incredibly solid--as a human should be--at this point. "I'm perfectly alive, thank you."

[makes_the_toys]

Cisco takes a tumble, but is quick to scramble back to his feet, creating distance between himself and the girl by pinning his back against the far wall of the crater.

"That's exactly what a ghost would say," he declares. "Right before she tried dragging someone into their TV set. Which, please don't."

[abyssum_invocat]

"I'm not a ghost," she repeats flatly, "Nor do I own a television." Nor, really, does she have the faintest idea why those two are connected. As it stands, she opens up the box of marbles and begins hunting through it for the one she wants.

"My name is Sinthia. I was watching what you were throwing."

[makes_the_toys]

Not owning a television is more horrifying than being a ghost.

"No TV? What do you do with your life?" he asks, shocked, stunned, and apalled.

Since it seems he's not going to be Poltergeisted today, Cisco starts climbing back out of the whole.

"It's a boomerang and-- Oh shoot, where did it go?!" He forgot all about the weapon and looks around quickly to determine if it's still flying around waiting to murer them.