Morning Training

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Characters: Everyone!
Location: Training Grounds, Shibusen
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Time: 6am to 9am
Description: Every morning in the city, Morning Training takes place to prepare the guests of the city for the war. It's handwaved most days, but approximately once a month this gets played out in a log. This log takes place on March 14th.

Official areas:

FAQ: Questions answered by Maito Gai
Breakfast:Run by Saya Tagaki, Fabiola Iglesias
Instruction: For anyone who wants to learn the basics of fighting, or get a handle on more advanced techniques. Run by Auron, Steve Rogers, Deryn, Maito Gai, Tifa Lockhart, Cloud
Sparring Overseen by Hyuuga Neji, Maes Hughes, and Kratos.
Weapon Transformation: How to find your form. Run by Yuuri and Santana.
Soul Perception: If someone doesn’t know by now. Run by Azusa.
Partner Training: How to work together as partners. Run by Tassadar; Maka and Soul; Eve
Weapons Handling Training: Run by Genesis Rhapsodos, Tenten, Kerrigan
Shooting Range: How to Shoot. Run by Leon, Re-l, Liz
Meister Ability Helpers: How to find it out. Run by Death the Kid, Edgeworth.
Finding a Partner: For unpartnered Meisters and Weapons to mingle and find each other. Overseen by Sasame.
Survival Course: Taught by The Signless, this month's novelty class!
Medics: A place for the medics to get to know each other and mingle.
Watch: For Watch people (and prospective new members) to gather, talk, and train.
SEES: For SEES personnel (or anyone interested) to team-build and talk.
Hug Brigade: Come get hugs!

Feel free to make your own threads!



Breakfast
Deryn [Open]
Aranea [Open]
Psii [Open]
Aomine [Open]

Instruction
Edgeworth [Open]

Sparring
Zeratul [Open]
Alucard [Open]
Raidou [Open]

Weapon Transformation
Lezard [Open]
Sion [Open]
Gray [Open]
Hawkeye [Open]
Nanami [Open]

Soul Perception
Barricade [Open]

Weapon Handling Training
Akiha [Open]
Aomine [Open]

Shooting Range
Hawkeye [Open]

Finding a Partner
Neji - Meister [Open for resonance practice]
Sora - Meister [Open]
Yami Bakura - Meister [Open]
Shindou - Weapon [Open]
Auron - Meister [Open]

Survival Course
Hanabi [Open]

Medics
Amateresu [Open]

Watch
Auron [Open]

SEES
Minato [Open]
Raidou [Open]

Hug Brigade
Bumblebee [Open]

General Open
Bakura [Open]
Yami Bakura [Open]
Matt [Open]
Demona [Open]
Saya [Open]
Taiyou, Tenma [Closed]
Taiyou, Shindou [Closed]
Auron [Open]
Amateresu [Open]
Raidou [Open]
Hades [Open]
Aion [Open]
Sendou [Open]

Comments

open!

[withinsights]

[Well if he was going to be stuck in a foreign world to fight an alien war, Clint figured he might as well stay sharp. So in spite of a little grousing at the early hour on a day he wasn't working, he took to the range with a bow and quiver of arrows. Not exactly state of the art stuff, but he could work with it until he found something better.

In the meantime, he'll be shooting down targets with exact precision, feeling the tension of the unfamiliar melting away with every arrow loosed into a bulls eye. He was in his element and hoped for at least a little competition over the course of the morning]

[shendefeng]

[Temeraire went ahead for a nice, refreshing morning flying session over the city promptly after breakfast. Now, he was coming in for a landing right in the grounds. Lucky for Clint, he was still far enough to leave him some space. However, he had caught Tem's eye while he was aloft.

He had recognized him, and since he had mentioned a bow and arrows, he was curious to see him at work.]

You seem to be highly skilled in archery, Mr. Barton.

[withinsights]

[The shadow sweeping over him made him turn, calculating angles before he was even really aware of what he was reacting to. But his bow was pointed straight at Temeraire, arrow knocked and ready to fly on a moment's notice.

Maybe not as well-adjusted as he had been trying to convince himself. It helped for those first few moments though, having a weapon between himself and this living, breathing dragon, and half-wondered if Asgard had any- making a mental note to ask Thor if he ever saw the guy again.

But he slowly lowered his bow, then shot the arrow into a target without taking his eyes of Temeraire just to release the tension he'd built up under the perceived threat]

..Yeah. Better with it than a gun.

[shendefeng]

[He had seen what he had done, but he chooses to ignore it. The man seemed to be ever-vigilant, and he had not let that arrow fly at him. Otherwise, he would have had to backwing it to try to evade it.

Then again, that was only if he had enough time. Arrows were rather quick after all. He made a quick landing, hovering a little over the free patch of land before finally setting himself down.]

I am quite sure you would be if you ever were provided with one.

[If his arrows hitting their mark was anything to go by. His English accent is showing, now that he walks closer to the man.]

Well then, Mr. Barton, we meet at last. Are you still convinced that you are possibly, as I think the modern colloquialism would be, "hopped up on drugs"?

[You will have to pardon him, he is not really good with modern usage of language.]

[withinsights]

I can use 'em just fine. [He wasn't a world-class marksman for a single specialization, after all.

And while he could respect that Temeraire seemed friendly enough, Clint wasn't too keen on the distance between them growing any shorter. He could nock an arrow pretty fast, but how fast could that reptilian neck snake out?]

That's 'higher than a kite' or maybe just 'stoned'. [Yeah, the whole thing was still surreal, but there was little denying what he saw and he felt he had properly come to terms with it sometime late last night after a shower] But I woke up, had coffee, and nothing's changed, so that's it I s'pose.

[shendefeng]

[Apprehension incarnate, thy name is Clint Barton. The man still seemed wary about his surroundings, so he decided to stop at a more respectable distance. That, and they were at a range for long-distance weapons. It was better to give him that space on that count as well.

He gives him a shake of his head.]

Pray do pardon me for my lack of knowledge of modern American English slang; I find it difficult enough, even though I have a dictionary especially made for that.

However, I am glad that you have come to the realization that what you are experiencing is in fact real. The more you get used to the fact, the better your chances of survival in this world will be, once you get to learning everything else there is to know.

[withinsights]

[The restless tapping of his fingers on the bow ease, no longer itching to pull another arrow between them.

A dictionary for American slang- really?]

Yeah what's strange is that this is 'Earth' but not the world I'm from. Looks the same, but isn't, you know?

[shendefeng]

[Oh yes, he has been trying to read a page a day from this dictionary in order to get caught up on things.]

Yes, Mr. Barton, I do know what you mean, in a sense. I am from England, and in the world from whence I come, there are many dragons. England has its own native dragons, so does France, Prussia, Austria, Turkey, China. China in particular has more than enough dragons than the rest of Europe combined, if I can recall correctly.

[He shakes his head.]

It was a surprise for me to find out that I am brought 201 years into the future, and that no dragons aside from myself exist here. Oh, and the magic, of course, cannot forget the magic along with the Witches.

Along with everyone else being from different worlds, that was rather disconcerting.

[withinsights]

Kind of like an alternate dimension type thing then. [Funny how ever since he started working for SHIELD, things like this became somewhat normal considerations. Still a little weird to think about, though]

So the Witches have magic. Do they fly on brooms and have long crooked noses, too?

[shendefeng]

Yes, one could simply surmise it that way, Mr. Barton, for it seems to be the case for the majority of humans. Others however come from completely different sorts of worlds than our own, from countries we would never know of along with their own sorts of customs and cultures in said respective worlds.

[Verbosity and wordiness incarnate, thy name is Temeraire.]

But yes, these Witches do have magic, and are unafraid to wreck havoc on the world at large, especially all of us within this city in particular, as we have been their target several times already.

As for their looks, the one that I got a look at looks very much like a normal human, but the choice of clothing was different than that which I know is used within the city. If you would like to ask one witch herself, we have made an ally of one and she is around the city. I would think she herself knows more about the subject at hand than most others would.

[withinsights]

[So humans with magic. Alright then, simple enough]

Think I might do that. How would I get a hold of her?

[nauticalnightmare]

[Eridan stands back for a moment, just observing. The human is as good as he said, which in itself is a bonus, so he had no reason to doubt it would be interesting. While he's completely sure of his own aiming capabilities, he's technically never even held a bow before. And he's not sure how good a shotgun itself would be in proving exact aim. He has the gun resting against his side nonetheless though.]

You're pretty fuckin' good after all.

[withinsights]

[It's impossible not to feel the eyes on him, but Clint's far from self-conscious. He's good and he knows it, so he fires another round before he turns, massages a thumb over his abused fingertips and eyes the gun]

Well you're prolly not gonna outshoot me with anything less than a decent rifle, but let's see what you can do.

[And if he had his bow and his arrows, he doubts even that would stand a chance]

[nauticalnightmare]

[He doesn't need another word before he shoots the nearest target without warning, hitting it dead center with only a glance over. Showing off only a bit, but even he has a dissatisfied look on his face at the splatter effect that makes it hard to tell just where the shot was aimed exactly.]

They do decent close range damage, but I fuckin' hate shotguns. Nothin' wwill ewer beat a top a the line rifle, but beggars can't be fuckin' picky here.

[withinsights]

[Alright so maybe he's kind of impressed if the way his eyebrows lift a bit is any indication. Clint looks over the aquatic troll again with increased respect]

Well if I'm a rifle, you'll be the first to know. [Which is about as much of a compliment as he's capable of giving] Be nice if they had some moving targets to practice on.

[nauticalnightmare]

[Eridan feels at least a little more confident with that, humans are much easier to impress than trolls after all. A troll would be asshole enough to take his glasses from him and then demand he do it again. Which would fail spectacularly.]

I'm used to livvin' targets that fight back, the range here is too fuckin' easy. But from wwhat I'we seen it's assumed most a the assholes that come here don't knoww the first fuckin' thin' about fightin' in the first place so it's understandable their trainin' is under par.

[thatkindofscum]

[Obito had wandered over to the shooting range, hoping to learn a bit more about high-precision weapons. He had never used a bow back home. He hadn't been all that proficient in weapons beyond kunai, but with his aim being better here (sort of) be thought it was worth a shot try.

One guy seemed to know what it was all about. Obito watched him intently, just standing back and trying to figure out how the guy pulled of those great hits.]

[withinsights]

[Lots and lots of practice. Clint made a few more shots with apparent ease, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. He didn't usually mind, but here he doesn't know who is watching, or what they might want. He catches a glimpse of the guy- not much more than a kid- and looses another arrow]

Ever use one of these?

[thatkindofscum]

[Obito hadn't expected to be noticed, but maybe archery took less concentration than he thought. He glanced away, a little sheepishly.]

Well, no. I'm interested in learning sometime, though, since my Meister ability could be more suited to it.

[withinsights]

[Meister ability. He remembered hearing something about it, but it hadn't been terribly relevant at the time]

Yeah? How's that?

[thatkindofscum]

My aim is better here. At least when I'm aiming at someone.

[He shrugged.]

I've only practiced with knives before in a spar, but I was trained to throw kunai. I never was as precise when I was back home trying to land a hit.

[withinsights]

[If that was true, then the kid might be worth the effort]

Throwing knives are much different from archery, but if your eyes are good, then you might be a decent shot with some practice.

[He lowers his bow and drops the quiver to the ground, then offers a spare bow to Obito that he didn't end up needing]

I could show you a thing or two.

[thatkindofscum]

I was thinking it might work out.

[Obito is almost a little surprise when Hawkeye gives him a bow immediately, but he takes it with only slightly hidden enthusiasm.]

I'd like that! I've never used anything like this back home, so I might take some time learning...

[Obito isn't being modest as much as honest.]

[withinsights]

[At least the kid seems enthusiastic. He remembers the first time he'd been given a bow, and just how quickly he'd developed a penchant for archery. He was around Obito's age]

Well there's a couple important things to learn before you fire your first arrow. If it looked easy, it's only because I've been doing this for twenty years. Now, let's see your stance.

[thatkindofscum]

[Obito knew it would be anything but easy. Most weapons when yielded by masters could seem as simple as falling over a log, but that only meant they had practiced. And practiced.

Obito wasn't afraid of practice. He would just have to get used to the idea of being consistent.]

Um... like this?

[Unsure, Obito tried to stand as he had seen Hawkeye. Both feet were held parallel to one another, but his body was rigid, unsure of how to properly hold himself.]