[ open ] swift as the coursing rain, with all the force of a great typhoon

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CHARACTERS: McCree; Koltira; yOU
DATE: First few weeks post-arrival in Perdition's Rest
WARNINGS: somebody might hit somebody else
SUMMARY: TRAINING DAY(s)



MCCREE

[ McCree's set up near the northwestern border of the town. He's constructed a line of targets--six flour sacks tied to poles, facing the expanse of desert beyond--and he's spinning his revolvers in his good hand. He's got a mess of other guns piled on top of a nearby barrel, some borrowed from Riza Hawkeye, some purchased from the local munitions shop. Attached to the barrel is a sign:

SHARPSHOOTING
(OR HAND-TO-HAND)
HERE. ]

KOLTIRA

[ Koltira's on the southern outskirts. Anyone conducting business in the town proper can see him just beyond the edges of the last buildings, giant sword in hand, black coattails fluttering behind him as he paces. He has no targets, and no sign, either. He has the sword in his hand, the knives on his belt, and a scowling expression on his face. ]


[ OOC: TRAINING, with either Koltira or McCree. Obviously, totally separate from one another--I just combined the log so as not to spam the community needlessly. If no actual training was discussed on record, but you'd still like to have your character learn something, feel free to handwave that discussion.

McCree offers: sharpshooting; brawling.

Koltira offers: weapons training; magic if you're capable; hand-to-hand also.

McCree is a friendly and patient teacher.

Koltira is not.

Of course, if you'd just like to bother them while they are holding deadly weapons, that is also fine. Please comment to either subheader below for a custom starter! Please specify what you're here for! ]

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MCCREE

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[competing]

[ SENSEI ]

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[ McCree tips his hat to Lance as the boy approaches. ]

You did some pretty fine shootin' when I first met you.

[ He gestures to his targets--carefully set up to vaguely resemble a human body, complete with a big flour sack torso and a slightly smaller flour sack head. ]

But there's always room for improvement. Shoot the head offa that first fella, there -- [ he points ] -- and lemme see your form more clear.

[dbag]

[ ME you know what I want, robopunching and general not-being-a-useless-pool-noodle things ]

[flashbanging]

[ So here was the man that Fiona had asked him to help. Lanky, gangly, long-faced. Looks a little nervous, a little skittish. Like he's fixing to bolt at the earliest opportunity.

He's tall, at least. That counts for something in a fight, if you know how to use it. ]

All right, partner.

[ McCree stands with his arms folded over his chest and an appraising look on his face. ]

Make me a fist with that hand of yours.

[moneyballer]

[internal screaming]

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[ McCree figures he's gonna have to start with the very basics for Asher. It's been a while since their first conversation, but he remembers it well enough. The kid read like a soft touch, like someone who's never raised a hand to anybody in his life. McCree remembers his own warning, too, and thinks of the train heist they came in on. He wonders how Asher fared among the bandits--and if he's gotten into any trouble since then. ]

Howdy, young fella. Hope you ain't gotten too scuffed up since we last spoke.

[ He spins his revolver one more time before replacing it in its holster. Not here for that with this one. Instead, he takes up a fighting stance--fists up, legs apart. ]

Best to come at this kinda thing fresh.

[whatshimadayou]

[excuse YOU, he's going to teach YOU hand to hand combat]

[flashbanging]

[ McCree grins big when he spots Hanzo coming his way. He hadn't expected to see him til later, so it's a pleasant surprise (or so he thinks). ]

Darlin'! You lookin' for a lesson?

[ He winks, his voice jovial. ]

Or maybe you just wanna admire the teacher.

[asscan]

[Here for the gunshow, also target practice]

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[ McCree picks up one of the guns he's got on loan from Riza. It's a revolver like his own, though also not like his own. Peacekeeper is a custom job and twice the size of this thing, but they're both six-shooters, at least.

He holds out the loaner to Laedo, handle first. ]

First thing you gotta do is get used to the weight. A gun is always heavier than it looks.

im a rebel with a cause (which is 2 tag u)

[fintastic]

[ Even a few weeks in, Feferi is still finding new things to catch her interest in this strange alien world.

Like this guy. The guy with all the guns, and the sign that doesn't mean much of anything to her, but catches her interest all the same. It wasn't really where she was headed, but it's where she's going to stop for the moment, largely because she's a little bit entranced by his fancy gun-spinning tricks. She doesn't even care about guns all too much, that was never her thing, but she's easily amused and she's not in any rush. She doesn't even try to pretend that she isn't raptly watching to see if he'll do any other tricks; if anything, her wide eyes and her hands clasped in front of her face are her way of silently egging him on. ]

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Hmm?

[ McCree notices her watching him after not too long at all--he's pretty skilled in such things. He doesn't recognize her as anyone who's spoken to him about learning a thing or two, nor does she seem keen to approach. So he picks up one of Riza's loaner guns and starts spinning that one, too, making elaborate gestures with both revolvers as they twirl rapidly in his hands. As she continues to observe, his movements become more elaborate--he switches off hands effortlessly, spins them behind his back, and so forth, going so quickly that each gun looks like a metal blur to the naked eye. And he winks. Always a showman. ]

KOLTIRA

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[ Please comment here for a starter! ]

[pummelling]

[fight him elf man]

[moneyballer]

[ya hate 2 break it 2 u elf homie but he just wants ya undead dick]

[respired]

[ Koltira knows two things about Jin: he ran his mouth on the network, and he had some hopelessly idealistic remarks about Koltira's future. Not endearing in either case.

He draws the runeblade from his back as Jin approaches, his mouth thin, his jaw set. The man fights with a bow and arrow, which is an honorable weapon, but Koltira wonders if Jin plans to put it against Byfrost. ]

Tell me: what do you hope to gain from this?

[strikingtwice]

[/cracks knuckles]

[respired]

[ Koltira's leaning against a fence when Meallan approaches, drumming his fingers restlessly against the wood. He's not sure about this. He's not sure about any of these engagements, to be frank. They're risky, given how much pain he's in. Given how close he feels to the precipice of his madness. But he's convinced himself that there's merit in taking on students, in sparring and teaching. These sessions might not satisfy his curse, but they are a distraction.

Albeit a dangerous one. ]

What do you want of me, Meallan?

[ He eyes the other man. He can sense new magic in his body, likely a result of that fresh new arm Meallan's sporting. Koltira jerks his head towards it. ]

A test?

[strictdiscipline]

[hello i am here now]

[respired]

[ Koltira's proficient in any number of weapons, but he only has two on hand: his sword and a clutch of daggers. He holds three of them of up, their hilts between his fingers, and regards Riza impassively. ]

Take one, or take all of them. However many you think you're capable of.

[ He wiggles his fingers slightly. ]

And be quick about it.

[ The first lesson. ]

[secondnature]

[Keith is a natural with a sword, but could probably use some formal training. The same with hand-to-hand combat!]

[fateality]

[It's getting toward the end of the day, and he's watched off and on the training Koltira has provided others. It's not pertaining to Twisted Fate's interest; he likes how he carries himself, and that is enough.

He's had a few drinks, did some work for himself -- legitimate or not -- and he's come back.

A bottle is held up, as if in offering as he approaches, unabashedly glancing over the state Koltira is in.]

Figured you might be a bit thirsty.

[It's not water, of course, but he figures the way Koltira is going, it won't hurt.]

i do what i want, slams down a starter

[twinpeak]

[ It isn't weird to find Dipper out and about, especially in a brand new world like this. Everything is new, and fascinating, and he's certainly taking in everything he can possibly see.

So, he eventually winds up southside of the town, and his curious spirit has him wandering a bit beyond the borders of the town. (He won't go too far, it'll be fine...)

At least, that was the plan, but that's when a certain undead elf comes into sight. Normally, he wouldn't hesitate to approach a friend; after their last conversation, however, Dipper pauses. Frowning, he hesitates. Should he even bother...?

Dipper lingers—perhaps long enough to be noticed—before beginning to turn around. ]

[daimeinashi]

[Not here for training, but lurking quietly nearby.]