[ 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.

[competing]

Uh — sure.

[ this all seems so abrupt, but... well. this is what they came for! might as well go all in, head-first.

and so he summons up his bayard, materializing within seconds in his hand. he takes position, and while his stance isn't bad, it's definitely that of an amateur, who just so happens to interpret all the stances he'd seen in media properly. he's got potential, but it's all unpolished and rough around the edges.

and yet, when he takes aim and shoots, he hits it perfectly between its little flour-eyes... ]

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[ McCree hollers when Lance makes the shot, obviously impressed. ]

Nice shot. You got formal training?

[ He comes round to stand beside Lance, observing how the boy's standing, how he's holding his gun. Could use improvement. Hmm. ]

Go on, hit the next one. Right between the eyes again.

[competing]

[ he could definitely use improvement, especially since up to this point, his only real experience with a gun is playing his world's version of halo or something. sure, garrison's a military academy, but he'd been training to be a fighter pilot... he didn't much pay attention when it came to the arms classes.

but he aims up and shoots again, and just like last it is perfect, right between the eyes. ]

Heeeeey, maybe I don't need you after all!

[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.

[dbag]

I know how to make a fist.

[ He frowns, sort of offended — what has McCree heard about him? Is this normal training procedure, or does he think Rhys is just that bad? — before raising his hand and doing it anyway, curling and uncurling his metal fingers into a fist a few times. As embarrassing as this is, McCree is exactly the kind of person he wishes he could be more like, it makes sense to listen to him. ]

Okay, is that it? You just ball your hand up and punch?

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[ Well, he's got the form right. That's something. ]

That's generally step one. Gotta know where to aim it, though.

[ He pauses, shutting one eye. ]

How many fellas you knocked out before?

buries myself in shame

[dbag]

[ He lowers his fist, frowning a little in thought. It's not actually a hard question, he knows the amount, it's just not a good amount. He's trying to figure out if he should lie about it or not, McCree's talking like he knocks guys out all the time. ]

That's... I mean, it's just. How do you keep track? I don't count.

[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]

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[ 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.

[whatshimadayou]

[The statement is very clearly a jest, enough that Hanzo snorts a little, his lips twitching before he shakes his head and shrugs off his kyudo-gi.]

I can admire you any other time during the day.

No, instead, I surmise you are in need of my assistance.

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[ What. What! Well, he's not arguing with the sudden bare chest in front of him, but he's taking some umbrage to the rest of it. ]

That so? What exactly d'you mean?

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

Are we fixin' to scrap, here?

[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.

[asscan]

[Laedo, feeling a little absurd lined up alongside fools like Rhys, accepts the gun with a frown. He's about to crack a remark about heavy metal slowing a man down, but it isn't just Rhys with the robot arm here, is it? He's also seen (by proxy, at least) what McCree is capable of when arm to arm, so the human-formed askan keeps his mouth shut. Well, toned down.]

Do you also make the weapon? The humans of my world take pride in their own creations.

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Me, personally? Naw, I ain't no gunsmith.

[ He waves Peacekeeper at the revolver in Laedo's hand. ]

That there I got from Miz Riza. Now, Peacekeeper here, she was custom crafted. Made just for me, by a real legend. Ain't another like her in the world--this one, or any other, I'd wager.

[ He sounds extraordinarily fond. ]

In any case, get you familiar with the particulars.

[ He indicates the hammer, the trigger, the barrel, etc. ]

Now, some six-shooters got a safety, but not typically--and these don't. That said, you really got to mean it when you pull the trigger, so there's not a big danger of blowin' anybody's head off accidentally.

[ He spins Peacekeeper idly. ]

A little danger, though.

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. ]

[fintastic]

[ She'll consider this one a success, and as such, watches that much more raptly, almost making herself dizzy from concentrating too hard on the twirling, and clapping her hands together once he's done. She couldn't physically grin any wider, and the fins? Completely out of control. He's got a new fan for life now... ]

That was very impressive! I am guessing that is not what this whole... [ She gestures to the sign. ] ...thing is about, but it should be!

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[ He sets the borrowed revolver back down on the barrel, looking smug from the compliments. ]

Thank you kindly.

[ He thwacks the sign with his metal hand. ]

Some folks 'round here were wanting to learn how to shoot and brawl, so I'm gonna oblige'em. You wanna be on the list?