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[training log] once you find your center
CHARACTERS: All
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day :153-155
SUMMARY: Get ready to sweat.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.
EARLY ON DAY 153 after you have had some time to rest, quiet your minds, get used to the feeling of other people in your head and start to know them better than you anticipated or possibly wished to, there is a call.
Unlike before, when you first awoke, it is not warm and sweet and coaxing. It is instead almost devoid of emotion. Nearly as impersonal as a phone call or a person speaking to you across the length of a desk. For those of you who have met him, it is instantly recognizable as Prince, the words fit themselves into whatever language is most comfortable to you, but his tone is the same, the deep, level sound of his voice almost the same as if it were in your ear.
What he says is this:
'New hosts are expected in the Training Wing within --' and here the voice doesn’t falter, but it seems less like words, more like a concept, tapping into the part of your mind with a far clearer understanding of time than you once had. It’s about an earth hour, either way, 'to begin training for your first assignment. Attendance is recommended.'
And with that his voice is gone, leaving behind only the clear impression of a place, how to get there, and your own thoughts. Well, your own and everybody else’s.
IF YOU CHOSE to heed his advice and go to the Training Wing, you will find upon your arrival Prince: taller than average, broad, with warm brown skin and a serious expression across his face. The cape he usually wears is elsewhere, for the moment, and beside him is a stack of dark grey jumpsuits that look very much like the ones both he and Cathaway wear.
If you’ve been to the Training Wing before it seems slightly changed, although it is difficult to say how. Certainly it was this large before, and certainly there were as many chambers. When you approach Prince won’t have much to say at first, but he will hand you your uniform and point you towards the single locker room, and if you ask for clarification he will only say that he will tell you more when you are dressed and the rest have gathered.
You can take this time to talk to your fellow hosts and get used to the slightly honeycomb textured space spandex that you will find fits you to a tee.
When the allotted time has passed, Prince will request you all gather in a single area, and will explain the situation. Your first assignment will be in three day’s time. It isn’t expected to be dangerous, however most of you are completely unprepared. You don’t know your own strength, you don’t know your own skill, and you haven’t had much time to learn.
What follows is a rudimentary explanation of Iota and Rho symbiotic types ((as outlined in the setting)) as well as an explanation of specialized skills. He doesn’t tell you what yours is, and most of his words are a warning- yes, you are stronger than you were before, but you’re not as strong as you could be. Yes, you are faster, but that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to use it. Yes, you can see and hear better than you could before but it doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to look and you don’t know what you’re listening for. He suggests that you set yourself to learning, although he only teaches the willing.
And then the Training Wing is yours.
((OOC Notes: Welcome to the training log!
The Training Wing is large- bigger than the biggest gym, and it contains a number of specialized spaces for Host’s use. What follows is an (incomplete) list of amenities. Have an idea for another space? Drop us a line in the questions section of the OOC info post! The training wing itself is a central hub-type area with a number of hallways that branch out in a vaguely spiraling fashion spanning multiple levels. Below are a list of locations key to this log:
• Lockers - The aforementioned locker space. Features (open) cubbies, shower spaces, a bathroom, towels, and sets of shoes for those of you without proper footwear.
• Track - Centrally located there is a large track, multiple lanes wide, the ground coated in some sort of slightly rubbery, gripping substance. It’s big, it’s open, it’s white, and if you just want to go fast here’s your chance.
• Gym - Located not far from the lockers is an almost traditional gym space, with a number of pieces of exercise equipment, some of which is familiar and some of which is not. There are instructions that will read in a pleasant voice if you seem lost. You will find both strength and cardio equipment arranged in a somewhat sensible manner.
• Training Hall - A large open space with a number of pads on the floors and walls and a wide variety of dummies and protective gear. You’ll also find melee practice weapons ranging from swords and pikes to slightly more exotic weaponry here as well as room for a little good ol’ fashioned wrasslin’.
• Range - Lying closest to the Flight Hangar, this room features a number of targets and projectile training weapons. Here you will find everything from bows and arrows to laser guns. Nothing is capable of doing real damage, but it feels and reacts in a way that’s very real. Handy readouts will tell you exactly how accurate (or inaccurate) you are.
• Pool - It’s a pool, there are lanes, so swim free. Please don’t drown. There is no sauna.
If you have any questions drop us a line at the OOC post
Let's get physical!))
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day :153-155
SUMMARY: Get ready to sweat.
WARNINGS: None; will edit if necessary.
EARLY ON DAY 153 after you have had some time to rest, quiet your minds, get used to the feeling of other people in your head and start to know them better than you anticipated or possibly wished to, there is a call.
Unlike before, when you first awoke, it is not warm and sweet and coaxing. It is instead almost devoid of emotion. Nearly as impersonal as a phone call or a person speaking to you across the length of a desk. For those of you who have met him, it is instantly recognizable as Prince, the words fit themselves into whatever language is most comfortable to you, but his tone is the same, the deep, level sound of his voice almost the same as if it were in your ear.
What he says is this:
'New hosts are expected in the Training Wing within --' and here the voice doesn’t falter, but it seems less like words, more like a concept, tapping into the part of your mind with a far clearer understanding of time than you once had. It’s about an earth hour, either way, 'to begin training for your first assignment. Attendance is recommended.'
And with that his voice is gone, leaving behind only the clear impression of a place, how to get there, and your own thoughts. Well, your own and everybody else’s.
IF YOU CHOSE to heed his advice and go to the Training Wing, you will find upon your arrival Prince: taller than average, broad, with warm brown skin and a serious expression across his face. The cape he usually wears is elsewhere, for the moment, and beside him is a stack of dark grey jumpsuits that look very much like the ones both he and Cathaway wear.
If you’ve been to the Training Wing before it seems slightly changed, although it is difficult to say how. Certainly it was this large before, and certainly there were as many chambers. When you approach Prince won’t have much to say at first, but he will hand you your uniform and point you towards the single locker room, and if you ask for clarification he will only say that he will tell you more when you are dressed and the rest have gathered.
You can take this time to talk to your fellow hosts and get used to the slightly honeycomb textured space spandex that you will find fits you to a tee.
When the allotted time has passed, Prince will request you all gather in a single area, and will explain the situation. Your first assignment will be in three day’s time. It isn’t expected to be dangerous, however most of you are completely unprepared. You don’t know your own strength, you don’t know your own skill, and you haven’t had much time to learn.
What follows is a rudimentary explanation of Iota and Rho symbiotic types ((as outlined in the setting)) as well as an explanation of specialized skills. He doesn’t tell you what yours is, and most of his words are a warning- yes, you are stronger than you were before, but you’re not as strong as you could be. Yes, you are faster, but that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to use it. Yes, you can see and hear better than you could before but it doesn’t mean anything if you don’t know how to look and you don’t know what you’re listening for. He suggests that you set yourself to learning, although he only teaches the willing.
And then the Training Wing is yours.
((OOC Notes: Welcome to the training log!
The Training Wing is large- bigger than the biggest gym, and it contains a number of specialized spaces for Host’s use. What follows is an (incomplete) list of amenities. Have an idea for another space? Drop us a line in the questions section of the OOC info post! The training wing itself is a central hub-type area with a number of hallways that branch out in a vaguely spiraling fashion spanning multiple levels. Below are a list of locations key to this log:
• Lockers - The aforementioned locker space. Features (open) cubbies, shower spaces, a bathroom, towels, and sets of shoes for those of you without proper footwear.
• Track - Centrally located there is a large track, multiple lanes wide, the ground coated in some sort of slightly rubbery, gripping substance. It’s big, it’s open, it’s white, and if you just want to go fast here’s your chance.
• Gym - Located not far from the lockers is an almost traditional gym space, with a number of pieces of exercise equipment, some of which is familiar and some of which is not. There are instructions that will read in a pleasant voice if you seem lost. You will find both strength and cardio equipment arranged in a somewhat sensible manner.
• Training Hall - A large open space with a number of pads on the floors and walls and a wide variety of dummies and protective gear. You’ll also find melee practice weapons ranging from swords and pikes to slightly more exotic weaponry here as well as room for a little good ol’ fashioned wrasslin’.
• Range - Lying closest to the Flight Hangar, this room features a number of targets and projectile training weapons. Here you will find everything from bows and arrows to laser guns. Nothing is capable of doing real damage, but it feels and reacts in a way that’s very real. Handy readouts will tell you exactly how accurate (or inaccurate) you are.
• Pool - It’s a pool, there are lanes, so swim free. Please don’t drown. There is no sauna.
If you have any questions drop us a line at the OOC post
Let's get physical!))
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Frowning, and it's not unkind, she never is, her question is more... figuring out where to direct, where to help, standard diagnostic sweep. Plenty of people on Pandora used basic weaponry, mostly because anything more cost a lot, and most people had nothing. ]
Because you don't have access, or you never had anything like that to start with?
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This is the only one that is familiar.
[ So... the latter. She doesn't really grasp technology, despite being surrounded by it on the Station. She spends her time in the garden where it doesn't matter much anyway. It was just another reason she found the training exercise baffling, these weren't weapons she would reach for. ]
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That's good for quiet. [ Has she ever used any of these before? No. But she handles vault hunters, works for a company that manufactured weapons, she thinks she could probably talk about them in her sleep. ] Well some of these I don't know, but these --
[ she gestures over the gun rack, at a glance she can see SMGs and Shotguns. ] -- these are guns, sometimes people will call them firearms too, depending. I can run you through each type, if you like, then you can see which one might suit you?
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Yes, please.
[ The warmest she's been so far, loosening up a little now that she has some clear expectation of what is to be accomplished. A pause, she... should possibly... ]
My name is Ilde.
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I'm Angel. It's a pleasure to meet you.
[ Says it with a duck of her head, as she moves closer to a table. Picks from the right side, and works her way across. ] All guns work via a small contained explosion in the barrel of the gun. [ Her fingers hover the gun -- a shotgun, but more than that, there is a curiosity to how she presses her fingers to the metal barrel, the way her thumb brushes to map the feel of smoothed sides. ] The explosion sends the bullet, a small bit of metal, into your target, and the barrel works to help you direct it. There is a lot of variation in how they work, but they all to work on that principal.
[ She shifts looking up at Ilde again, that sense of shifting there like a bed of wet sand, taking the shape of whatever is pressed into her, gauging her reaction. Moving herself to accommodate around however she responds. ]
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She inhales and closes her eyes from a moment, visions of guns floating through her imagination. Cold and ugly, like this ship, but each with their own heart of fire... just like the strange core of this ship that Cathaway had shown her in her eyes. ]
I should... try one.
{ The only real way to fully pull this all together, hold it in her hands and let it jump. ]
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Most people start with a pistol, something small caliber. Like this -- [ She leans forward, across the table, and indicates to something just like that. It is small, polite as far as guns go, to her mind. Looks, and looks again, weighted heavy gaze before she looks back over the table. Numbers, numbers, numbers, pulls the out, lays them to be delved into. Then back again - ] But if you don't mind me making a recommendation for you? [ From the feeling of her, that the nest allows to inform her when she turns to it. By contrast to some others, she doesn't fight it. Just lets it guide, however gently so. ]
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He had done worse to some, to simply burn was a blessing. Something terrible flickers in her mind, an image burned into her memory of the horrors that had been preformed upon one witch whose name Ilde still knows: Camille. Pretty and vivacious hateful of the Godkind. And then... meat is still kind a word for what had been left.
The impression it leaves for her companion is like a shadow play, a suggestion of horror with its details blurry. (Perhaps it would not be incorrect to say that was how Ilde preferred to see it as well... to think little on its intricacies if she could not wholly scrub the memory from herself.) ]
If you like, you are more knowledgeable than I understood.
[ Kind of a compliment, Ilde's not great at those. ]
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Yes. [ It's a compliment and it's not. For her at least, it is simply so. Her eyes are blue and her hair is black and she is knowledgeable. Her eyes lower, quietly reaching for what she has in mind. Angel's fingers slipping underneath it, grasping the long barrel of the gun and under the upper receiver. Settling it's weight evenly as she lifts it up. It's a long weapon, and where she's only slight in build and height, especially so. ] On Pandora, the planet I come from, ending life is cheap, [ that mute tone to match that blurry body, those softened scratched out details, of screaming in elated pain, yes, it is a blessing to burn, and sometimes people did it willingly to themselves. ] but the bullets that do it are expensive. This is a weapon that needs only one, it's called a Sniper Rifle. Each shot needs care and consideration, done from a great distance and most people who use it study for years to learn how to get it right. You have to measure before you fire, the air, the terrain, and the way your breath moves your body. All to take one perfect shot that will end a life, instantly.
[ She means, gently in the way that they're talking about death and aren't at all, I think it suits you. ]
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That is an interesting philosophy.
[ Carefully worded, somewhat stilted caught between that warm fluttering sense of recognition and the desire to restrain. ]
But I agree to it, I... find it preferable to stay out of reach, when possible.
[ To end a fight, however, always acceptable. ]
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Seems they wore such things differently, though. ]
You'll never even see a good sniper, until the shot fires. [ A smile pulls, again, adding the complimentary details, because she can talk about these things calmly and with confidence. ] Did you want to try? They've got a very high caliber, so the recoil can be difficult, something smaller might be easier the first time.
[ Depends what she herself feels like, for all this tenuous feed. How best to address the wearing of death then, to not just watching others, letting Gods destroy the land, but to do it themselves. ]
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No. [ She is not interested in what is easiest. If she is to be expected to this training, she will not waste it with platitudes. ] I will learn it.
[ The precise deadliness is appealing to her, an efficient use of her time. ]
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[ She sets the gun flat on the table for assembly. She collects the parts piece by piece, the strap for carrying, the sight to be added across the top. Her marks hum faintly with light where they can just be see on her hand. There's a business like matter as she compares the numbers on different weapons, the optimisation of this to that, how it would effect a shot. Ammunition just in case. There is still that lingers on each movement, and maybe if she were alone, there would be more, but she's aware she's with company ( something she has to repeat over and over again. Here, and Ilde is with her ), but she touches everything with a very particular care, the pads of her fingers against metal and plastic, the rough strong material of the strap rubbed between forefinger and thumb. The crackle like life that settles in her once all the pieces are there, pleased with drawing it all together. A pleased smile on her face to be working with something she knows, head bent over with attentiveness, all trusting exposed line back of her neck where her hair is raked rather ceremoniously to one side.
Looks back up, raking her hair back where it fell forward in her face. The exposed metal plates glinting in the sterilized white light of the ship. ]
I think that's everything. It seems like a lot, but you'll find variations of the same systems on all of these.
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Thank you, you have been very thorough.
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Now: [ and then she begins her instruction more earnestly, she looks over each part, how it works, and for all she insists she's never fought before, she disassembles with quickly. Explaining how it fits together, how each part works in the weapon overall, holding it up to Ilde to help her get a feeling for herself of each piece. The cleaning, maintenance and the effect it has over all. This type of sniper against that. Ones that could be adapted, how to measure distance and values, and that in comparison to other types, the particular fragility of the weapon itself.
It takes some time, and she makes sure to leave space each time for questions, somewhat comfortable with this sort of back and forth. ]