flashbanging: i pull your body closer (before this night is over)
ᴊᴇssᴇ ·ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs· ᴍᴄᴄʀᴇᴇ ([personal profile] flashbanging) wrote in [community profile] 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! ]
respired: and i am unclean (i am a disease)

[personal profile] respired 2016-11-02 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hisses through his teeth, though he's not mad at Dipper. It's just another lance of pain, slicing through his temples. He must leave soon, he knows, but he so desperately wants Dipper to understand. Someone to understand. ]

Yes.
twinpeak: (pic#9631122)

[personal profile] twinpeak 2016-11-03 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Several beats of silence pass, and Dipper's eyes lower towards the ground. Until: ]

Then—

[ Without warning, he drops his backpack onto the sandy patch below, and Dipper falls to a kneel. ]

—Then there's gotta be something we can do before that happens! Just give me a second– [ He fishes out an old, red leather bound book, cracking open over his knee worn, yellowed pages before any protest could be made. While thumbing through the pages, Dipper skims over the paragraphs of words and illustrations, among odd symbols and ciphers. ] What kind of curse is it? Do you know what caused it? There's a chance I'd have something in here that could break it, or a method to alleviate it, or—or anything at all!