The Preserve Wednesday Afternoon
Karla stood in front of the Reserves, grinning widely at them. She was doing her best to keep her smile friendly and welcoming, but every so often, her gaze would stray over to the large, covered mound at her feet, and her grin would shade oh-so-slightly towards 'wicked.' "Kiss kiss," she greeted everyone as they noshed on treats and coffee courtesy of J,GOB and the Perk. "Thanks for coming to the Magic Reserves today. If it's your first time here, welcome, and if you've been here before, welcome back."
"So, while our group has the potential to do so much more, the main reason we were organized was to lend magical support during an invasion. Every so often, then, we feel as if we should focus on using powers in combat situations, in order to give you the feel of such things without any of the danger. This way, if--okay, with this island, when we're called upon to defend ourselves and the other people on Fandom, you already have a bit of practice under your belt. So, as I'm sure you've already guessed--today is one of those days." With a flourish worthy of a stage magician, Karla pulled the cloth off of the mound, revealing a pile of paintball guns. Next to them were several stacks of clean, well-worn clothing.
"Today we're going to deal with incoming projectiles," Karla announced. "Feel free to stop the paint any way you like. Burn it, freeze it, use TK to push it aside, shield against it, make the other person feel bad for shooting at you, whatever. Or simply dodge out of the way, hide behind someone else, however you feel most comfortable, with powers or without. The important part is not getting hit. It is paintball, however, so don't worry about hurting anyone. So come on up, grab a paintball gun and something to go over your clothes, and let's begin!"
"So, while our group has the potential to do so much more, the main reason we were organized was to lend magical support during an invasion. Every so often, then, we feel as if we should focus on using powers in combat situations, in order to give you the feel of such things without any of the danger. This way, if--okay, with this island, when we're called upon to defend ourselves and the other people on Fandom, you already have a bit of practice under your belt. So, as I'm sure you've already guessed--today is one of those days." With a flourish worthy of a stage magician, Karla pulled the cloth off of the mound, revealing a pile of paintball guns. Next to them were several stacks of clean, well-worn clothing.
"Today we're going to deal with incoming projectiles," Karla announced. "Feel free to stop the paint any way you like. Burn it, freeze it, use TK to push it aside, shield against it, make the other person feel bad for shooting at you, whatever. Or simply dodge out of the way, hide behind someone else, however you feel most comfortable, with powers or without. The important part is not getting hit. It is paintball, however, so don't worry about hurting anyone. So come on up, grab a paintball gun and something to go over your clothes, and let's begin!"