Everything's A Weapon, Wednesday, Period 3

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Cindy glanced around the monochromatic park. She and Reno had politely waited for the firefighters to finish removing the cats in the vicinity and then set up. If there was anyplace that needed what they had planned, it was here.

“Hey class,” Cindy said, waving a large gun at the approaching class--while ignoring the curious stares of the townsfolk who had gathered around to stare at them. “Welcome to your final.” She pointed to the pile of guns and eye protection laying in between their teachers.

"Basic rules," Reno intoned, grinning sharply and picking up a paintball gun of his own. His goggles were pulled down over his eyes. Because they were cooler than the stupid ones that were supplied for the students, that's why. "You can shoot one another, but the first one who aims for the head gets immediate detention, yo. Yes, over break, you think I give a shit how much vacation you miss? An' you can shoot the scenery all you like. Anyone who gets one of the locals gets detention, too."

Reno was caring and benevolent like that.

“Please shoot the scenery,” Cindy muttered. “It’s creeping me out.”

Greenery wasn’t supposed to be gray. They'd had enough of that back in Massachusetts.

“Now, then, rather than improvising weaponry today, you’ll be improvising shields and barricades. Things to keep yourself safe and unshot. But that doesn’t mean you can skimp out of protection, so eyewear before guns. And that’s an order.”

Reno hefted his gun, pointed it at a tree, and fired it off. Anyone who was surprised that it left a bright red smear across the trunk clearly didn't know anything about Reno at all.

"Pick your favorite color ammo, fan out across the park, an' then go at it, Rookies. This is your final, make it count."

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Warm Up

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Because not everyone is used to guns, Reno and Cindy have graciously allowed the first 15 minutes of class to be used for practice. Figure out how your gun works, practice at a few of the targets pinned to the trees, chat with people about how awesome awesome your teachers are.

Re: Warm Up

[godofxbox]

Alex stripped his paintball gun, inspected it, and put it back together. It took him about a minute and a half, and that was just because of the 'inspected it,' part. He was grinning like a loon as he practiced his marksmanship on the poor innocent trees.

Re: Warm Up

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Kate was an awful, awful shot, no matter how hard she concentrated. Her shots consistently missed by about a foot either side of her targets. Guns and Kate? Did not mix.

Muttered curses were coming from her direction, rather than chatter about teacher awesome.

Re: Warm Up

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While everyone else was warming up, Surreal slipped away, headed for the trees. They could practice all they wanted; she was going for the advantage of the terrain.

Re: Warm Up

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Stephanie was a pretty decent shot with a grapple gun, but that was a situation where she had broad targets to aim at and a completely different objective in shooting at them; she made the most of her warmup time, the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she tried to recall everything Tim and Bruce had taught her about how these things worked.

Headshots weren't going to be a concern for her, given how, um, generous her aim proved to be.