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Private lessons [closed]

Aug 23, 2011 17:42

who ; AU Washington and AU 7
what ; Firearms lessons
where ; Someplace renote enough that there won't be potential for clipping bystanders
when ; Some point between the 15th and the 19th
warning(s) ; none

( Witty cut text here )

7 | (au), agent washington and epsilon | (au)

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brdskllwarrior August 23 2011, 23:55:58 UTC

7 arrives not long after Washington sends the ping, having headed out immediately for it.

She'd always meant to learn firearms back at the castle, she'd even talked briefly to Tex there about it, but between one thing and another, it slipped her mind and just hadn't happened. Part of that, perhaps, was because there hadn't been as much a need for it; the times it would have come in handy, the castle sort of negated the use of them.

She's in more appropriate attire that she's picked up from a low-credit store (really, she should get around to doing a couple jobs; it certainly wouldn't hurt); jeans, t-shirt, and a light jacket, bola strapped to her belt and spear slung over her shoulders. She looked ready to start anything.

"Hey, I'm here."

edgeoflucidity August 24 2011, 02:06:51 UTC

Washington nods as he looks her over. It's not what he's used to seeing in training, but this isn't Freelancer and she lacks the equipment they had as a matter of course. "Good to see you again. And good to know you're not too badly hurt by the other me. Ready for your first lesson?"

brdskllwarrior August 24 2011, 02:14:44 UTC

The armor was a tricky thing. She wouldn't mind learning her way around it, even if she's not the kind to ever want to encumber herself with it. "If he wanted me to stay down it was going to take a lot more than that, and I'm ready as I'll ever be."

She swings the spear down and stabs it into the ground so it's out of the way. "So, where do we start?"

edgeoflucidity August 24 2011, 02:32:40 UTC

Of course it would be. Washington has had training for a long time with it, and it would take a lot to get her a set. She's better off as she is than trying something as awkward as the armor. "I'm fairly sure he didn't want to kill you. Just from the injuries you had."

He nods, holding out his pistol, safety still on. "How much do you know?"

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