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epidemiology2016-09-30 07:15 pm
flashbanging) wrote in epidemiology2016-09-30 07:15 pm
[ open ] swift as the coursing rain, with all the force of a great typhoon
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! ]
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! ]
no subject
He doesn't realize that he is giving a hum of considered annoyance as he turns the Six Piece in his hands. Six bullets, six opportunities... and then what?]
Show me what you've got, [he suggests, inclining his head dutifully towards the newly minted menace that Peacekeeper's become in his mind.]
I shall emulate your practice.
no subject
[ McCree takes aim at one of his makeshift targets. A second later, he fires; it's a thunderous, crackling sound that echoes over the afternoon, that disturbs a few three-eyed crows cackling in the dry fields nearby. The bullet finds its mark, dead-center in what passes for one target's head. The little bag of flour bursts, and a pale shower of powder falls onto the ground.
McCree tips his hat at Laedo. ]
It's all you. Pull the trigger like you're aimin' to kill.