Morning Training

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Characters: Everyone!
Location: Training Ground, Shibusen
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Time: 6am to 9am
Description: Training takes place every morning in the park to prepare the guests of the city for the ongoing war. It's handwaved most days, but approximately once a month this gets played out in a log. This log takes place on March 29th.

Official areas:

FAQ: For people who have questions and need answers. Staffed by Maito Gai.
Breakfast: Providing food for those who come. All food-providers are given funds with which to buy the food and paid for the prep/cook time. Provided by Saya Tagaki.
Combat instruction: To learn or improve upon fighting techniques. Taught by Cloud Strife, Mickey Mouse, Auron.
Sparring: Show up, pick an opponent, and spar. Overseen by Amateresu, Spirit Albarn.
Weapon Transformation: Guiding new Weapons through the sometimes difficult process of finding a form and then re-finding their original one. Taught by Bakura Ryou, Yami Bakura, Aqua.
Soul Perception: If someone wants to find out more about their soul, what they are, and what they may potentially do. Overseen by Hades.
Partner Training: Guidance on how to work as partners. Taught by Spirit Albarn; Eve and Keroro
Weapons Handling Training: How to handle weapons and Weapons. Taught by Death the Kid with Liz and Patty.
Shooting Range: How to shoot. Taught by Naoto Shirogane, Maes Hughes.
Meister Ability Helpers: Learning what your meister ability is and how to use it. Taught by Kanji Tatsumi, Miles Edgeworth.
Finding a Partner: An area for unpartnered Weapons and Meisters to mingle in. Overseen by
Meditation: This month's novelty class is on focus and meditating. Taught by Hyuuga Neji.
Medics: A place for the medics to linger, recruit, and help anyone that's gotten hurt. Helping out are CR-S01, Rosalia Rossellini.
Watch: A place for the watch members to linger, recruit, and train. Interested observers welcome!
SEES: A place for the SEES members linger, recruit, and relax.
Hug Brigade: Offering encouragement through hugs. Staffed by Maes Hughes, Maito Gai.

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Comments

Clint Barton | Weapon

[withinsights]

[Clint sits in the grass of an open space in the field, targets around him at varying distances with a small arsenal of long-range weaponry laid out in front of him, and a sign that reads: 'good aim only' because he has unapologetic standards for people that think they're going use him.

He doesn't really expect many bites- doesn't hope for many, even- as this is all very sudden and kind of unofficial in the sense that he isn't sure he even wants a Meister at all. But he's been told in no uncertain terms that he has to give it a try if he wants to even think of himself as useful, so here he is in phase 1 of Operation: weed out potential.

Apply at your own risk]

if you don't mind him being bothered by another weapon? ;)

[badcop]

[Looking for a partner was somewhere on the bottom of Barricade's to-do list, but he still made his rounds at the training session. Clint was fairly easy for him to spot, and with that sign, how could he possibly just walk by him? The human looked so uninviting he was like a magnet to the Decepticon.

He strode up to him and stopped, all 16' of robot looming over him.]

Those are some nice toy you've got there.

not at all <3

[withinsights]

[Yeah, there were a few too many things that reminded him of New Mexico in the past couple of weeks for his comfort, and it was beginning to resemble something like a checklist. Desert- check, godforsaken heat- check, mysterious otherwordly visit- quadruple check. And now he could cross off 'big metal robot' without reservation. Hopefully this one didn't have lasers.

Just another day as an agent of SHIELD. Now if only he had his explosive arrows, because if it attacked, he was basically fucked.

But Clint waved up at him from the ground, picked out the Weapon designation on stupid name tag from ten feet below, and started thinking about evasive maneuvers]

Yeah, I kind of overlooked giant metal robots, sorry.

<3!

[badcop]

[Given how quickly Shibusen and Bumblebee would come down on his head, Barricade wasn't stupid enough to outright attack anyone here. Under the guise of sparring, maybe, but this was just... friendly conversation. He completely ignored the wave.]

It happens. [Now if only he could be so lucky to overlook all the miserable humans scurrying around this place.] You actually know how to use those, or are you just trying to show off?

[withinsights]

[He was almost offended, in that why I never kind of way because no agent at SHIELD ever doubted his capability with long-range weapons. He was called a showoff often enough, though.

But since this was a sixteen foot robot, Clint decided to forgive him. He probably had automatic targeting systems. Poor guy had probably just never seen real skill before]

I'm kind of amazing.

[badcop]

[To Clint's advantange, a lot of Decepticons were stupider than rocks and fought their way through the war by hitting things. Marksmanship was definitely easier with those automated targeting systems, and their explosions were a lot bigger. Barricade wasn't a crack shot himself, but hell if he'd enjoy listening to a human boast about themselves. He pulled his teeth back.]

Kind of? You're selling your ego short now.

[withinsights]

[Clint offered a cocky smile and tilt of his head in response]

I know, but you can't blame a guy for being modest. The truth is, I'm seriously awesome.

[badcop]

That's more like it. You got a name that's just as modest?

[He could easily read it from here, but name tags were a huge waste of time and resources. Barricade was already scratching at his with one claw. The glue was going to mess up his paint job, and there were no car shops in this pitforsaken city.]

[withinsights]

[He does actually, but that's a secret. Sort of]

Clint Barton. [It's on the tag, so it's not like he could lie even if he had reason to] I won't laugh if you've just got serial numbers, promise.

Sorry... another weapon/stalker :|

[ghostofaqueen]

[Sarah is less direct in making herself available as she has taken to watching the other sniper from a rooftop outside of the field. The scope of a sniper rifle makes a good observation tool, and she picks out the weapons he has on display. She remains there for at least an hour before she decides it safe to leave her perch.

Soon enough, she is walking across the field, easing between fighting pairs and side-stepping walking people. She merges in and out of the crowd before she appears in front of his sigh, green eyes flicking to each weapon.]

If only you were a meister, Mr. Barton, we could have spoken about things other than your impressive collection of weapons here. As it is, they impressive. [She points to a long-ranged rifle.] My preference. How are you in short-range?

lmao oh Sarah

[withinsights]

[Clint raises an eyebrow in response and shrugs] Yeah well. Can't say I'm surprised.

[But he changes tracks pretty quickly, even if weapons are 'borrowed' from the weapons training division. He'll give them back, mostly because the ones he cares about aren't up to par] I can handle some close-range weapons and my hand-to-hand is pretty good, but neither's my specialty.

[Leaning forward, Clint props his chin on his hand and looks up at her, interested]

So, rifles?

She can't help it :| He offered with the sign

[ghostofaqueen]

[It really is too bad that he's a Weapon too. She is in the market for a meister as well.] It seems the way of the long-ranged individuals here. A pity.

[She looks at the weapons on the ground, falling into a graceful crouch in front of them and picking up an arrow. She sets it up to peer down its length before fingering the piercing tip.] No, I suppose not. People tend to focus on one more than the other, it seems.

[She glances up and fixes him with a stare.]

The smell of gunpowder is a pleasant one. What long-ranged poison is your favourite, Mr. Barton?

welp

[withinsights]

That does suck. [He'd have a hard search ahead of him if that was the case, but that suited him just fine. He was more interested in that look, meeting her eyes unflinchingly because he'd been on the receiving end of those a lot in the span of his career]

If you say so. Rifles are good, but the bow's silent, and arrows are way more versatile than you might think. 'Course I prolly won't get any explosive arrowheads here.

[ghostofaqueen]

[Well, he could prove entertaining while he is waiting for his own meister to show up. At worst, they could perch on the same battlefield, though she didn't readily share her perch spots with another. Besides, he is man enough to meet her gaze, and his emotions didn't bleed to the inappropriate.]

Bullets tend to do more damage. Arrows get stuck and are just a pain to remove. [She raises an eyebrow at the mention of exploding ones.] That's oh so silent, now isn't it? You could attach some explosives to the end and hope for the best.

[thatkindofscum]

[Obito recognized the man setting up targets as the guy who taught him how to use a bow and arrow. Other than that, he hadn't even asked the man his name, but he was curious to learn more about him now that he'd seen the man hadn't disappeared quickly like some visitors to Death City did.

'Good aim only...' Well, if that was the condition, then Obito felt he had the stuff to give it a try. Stepping up, Obito glanced at the array of weapons and smiles a little once he saw the throwing knives were present. He gave the man a nod.]

Uchiha Obito. Mind if I give it a try?

[withinsights]

[Clint gave Obito an appraising look, but he never said anything about age. He shrugged]

Show me what you got, kid.

[thatkindofscum]

[Obito nodded and moved to pick up three of the throwing knives. He took a moment to feel the weight of them individually. They all seemed relatively the same, though they weren't balanced quite like the kunai Obito was used to. He would have to take that into account with his throws.

Oh well. Gai would have said if there wasn't a challenge to it then it was hardly worth doing. Putting that cheesy smile out of his mind, Obito stepped up to the area that seemed to be a designated firing spot and focused. The extra push to help his aim didn't come like it normally did here. Odd, but it just reminded Obito all the more that he needed to gain a better understanding of his Meister ability. Hopefully, if he ever got a partner, it would become more clear.

Focus! Obito steeled himself and threw the first knife. Then the second, then the third. Each hitting a target slightly farther than the one he aimed for before. Each knife made its mark, though throwing knives could only travel so far. His first hit at fifteen feet, the second at twenty, and he pushed himself by making the third hit the thirty. If he tried to hit anything further with a knife he didn't know if he would have much luck, though with a Weapon partner the odds were a little different.

Turning back to Hawkeye Obito fought the urge to beam.]

How's that?

[withinsights]

[Alright, maybe he was a little impressed. With a gun, that wouldn't have meant a goddamn thing, but knives? It was something to work with, and made him more than a little curious]

Depends. How's your practice with the bow coming?

[thatkindofscum]

[No real praise, but that was fine. Obito would simply have to be even more impressive with a bow.]

Not bad, I don't think. Let me give it a try...

[Obito selected a bow that suited him and stepped back into the shooting range. He wasn't as confident with a bow as he was with knives, but he wasn't going to fail here either.

His first arrow hit the target, though not as close to the center as Obito would have liked. Nocking another arrow, Obito aimed for the same target, relaxed a bit more into the proper stance, and loosed the arrow. This time it hit the target dead center.

Obito smiled and moved to try the next furthest target. He hit four more targets in this same fashion, becoming more relaxed the more targets he made. The last and furthest target he aimed for was a little off for him again, but since he was still relatively new to the weapon he figured that wasn't so bad.

He turned back to Hawkeye awaiting approval or dismissal. He probably wasn't the best volunteer Hawkeye had. The targets he had aimed for this time were still only mid-range as far as archery practice went. He honestly didn't have a clue what to expect.]

[withinsights]

[For having picked it up so recently, Obito was really good. Clint was starting to seriously his stance on having a kid wield him]

You're picking this up fast. Alright then, one more little test, then I guess we can try this resonance thing.

[Clint stands and points out to a tree branch a bit more of a distance away to where a target hangs, swaying]

On missions, your targets aren't always gonna sit still and let you hit them. Don't worry, I'm not expecting a bullseye or anything; I just wanna see how you do. Think you're up to it?

[thatkindofscum]

[That was more like it! Actual praise, even if it wasn't super gushy praise, it was still praise. He felt his chest swell a bit. Then he tensed a little at the mention of resonance, though it could easily have been seen as nervousness about the last test.

Obito glanced over to where Hawkeye pointed and considered.]

I'll give it a shot.

[Without having to worry about making a bullseye the pressure was a bit off. Relaxing and trying to not think about the pressures that came with possible resonance, Obito returned to the proper stance and considered the target. He still aimed to take a bullseye, but even if he was off it wouldn't be the end of the world. He repeated the mantra in his head twice, then loosed the arrow.

He made the target, though it definitely wasn't a bullseye. Still, he grinned and scratched at his neck sheepishly.]

I'm actually better with living targets than things like this. Not sure why, but I think if there had been someone trying to move it manually, it would have hit dead center.

[He wasn't bragging, just making a statement. Obito still had no idea how to work his Meister ability but it had always came out in one-on-one spars. Advanced aim, or something else; Obito wasn't sure. Either way, he would have done better in an actual match against a sparring partner or Kishin.]

[withinsights]

[Clint had been hoping that Obito might at least hit the branch, or nick the sides of the target, but to actually hit it on the first shot. Okay yeah, definitely kind of impressed]

With some practice, you might almost get as good as me. [But although he was willing to give this a shot now, he wasn't quite sure how. Probably should've been one of things he asked Kurapika when he had the chance. Clint scratched the back of his head a second, still looking at the arrow on the last target]

Well I promised, but I have to say I'm not sure on this whole resonance thing. I just.. transform and you pick me up?

[pregames]

[It isn't the sign that catches Atem's attention. Though it was true he needed a weapon, he wasn't actively trying to scope one out. That kind of thing took time, and getting to know and trust someone. No, what draws the young pharaoh to Clint is his impressive collection. Unlike at the shooting range, some of the weapons actually look familiar though it has been far to long since he got his hands on them.

After perusing the selection, he picks up an arrow with both hands and peers down the shaft, from fletching to head. It was perfect. And impressive by his dated standards. The recurve bow to which is was married was simple but still sleek, and more importantly, it was the most familiar to him.]

So which one are you? [He inquires without shifting his attention. It wasn't hard to discern the purpose of the demonstration but as far as he knew, a weapon only had one basic form.]

[withinsights]

[Nice hair, he thinks to himself, looking the guy over. When he doesn't reach for any of the guns but picks up an arrow with eyes for the recurve, Clint's definitely interested]

The thing you're looking at right there. [He waves a dismissive hand at the rest of the weaponry lined up] Not everyone appreciates a good bow, though. Accuracy's important.

[pregames]

What a coincidence.

[This time Atem directs his reply to Clint. And he means it. The Hyksos introduced the recurve bow to Egypt only a couple hundred years before his time but it was quickly adopted for its power and efficiency. Discounting the magic dominated his world, it was his preferred weapon.]

Apparently a good bow never goes out of style although... [He picks it up, adjusting his hold on the grip until it feels comfortable. It's rather light which comes as a surprise. He runs his fingers over the string, testing the flexibility of the limbs but the tension doesn't appear to be lacking at all.]

It has come quite a long way.