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

[flashbanging]

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! ]

Comments

[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!

[flashbanging]

[ 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?

[fintastic]

I already know how to fight! But...

[ She looks at the guns. Those were never really her thing, and she'd never had much reason to learn. She's sure Eridan would have been thrilled at the opportunity. But... ]

I don't know, I don't think that it would hurt to know how to use one of those, right? We are going to be on all sorts of missions, and maybe I will need to, someday! I think I would like to!

[flashbanging]

Hmmn.

[ Truth be told, he can't say she's too young for it. He started learning before he was ten--but he had some circumstances. ]

Well, let's get you set on the basics, just in case it ever comes up. Come on over here.

[ He sets on of Riza's loaner revolvers on his open palm, so that she can clearly see the various features--grip, trigger, hammer, barrel, etc. ]

[fintastic]

[ With a skip in her step, Feferi moves closer and peers at the revolve in his hand. Her attention is rapt, owing mostly to her excitement, but she can't but starting in with questions almost right away. ]

...so this one doesn't fire lasers, right?

[flashbanging]

[ He pauses for just a second, then laughs. It's an uproarious, hearty sound, straight from his stomach. ]

Naw, sweetheart. This ain't that kinda gun.

[ Abruptly, he picks it up and fires it at one of the targets. The bullet strikes the makeshift head dead center, and the bag of flour bursts open, spilling white powder onto the grass in a steady cascade. ]

Still gets the job done, though.

[fintastic]

Good.

[ She sounds rather decisive about that, but moves on. ]

How did you get so good at that, anyway? And don't just tell me practice!

[flashbanging]

[ He leans against the barrel, shrugging. ]

Practice sure didn't hurt. Practice and time. I've had a gun in my hand since I was a kid.

[ He smirks, glancing over at the destroyed target. ]

'Course, I like to think I got some natural ability, too.