Case 08 | action

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's finally doing his proper rounds as a member of the Disciplinary Committee? After probably weeks of avoiding Seifer - and it was hard, considering that no-good zift was pretty much everywhere - he'd finally been coerced into doing said rounds.

Of course, Robin didn't really like being out in costume. It'd been one of the stupidest decisions of his life, especially since he had no idea if he was still fooling people with his mathlete secret identity. (He doubted it, if Aang'd managed to figure it out so quickly.) Nevermind that it's break! He's a kid with a mission: to make sure those crazy kids get back into their rooms by curfew.

... This being Damian, of course, he might be patrolling a little too early. As in, by the time he starts patrolling the Quad and the lobby, it's still (barely) daylight. Overachiever much?]

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[fierybluebird]

[Marco is of course, oblivious to the fact that this is patrolling taking place.]

Hey, I thought you only came out at night, eh?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Gah! Robin jumps before swerving to face Marco. He frowns and folds his arms:] It's almost nighttime. Figured I could get a headstart on patrols tonight.

[fierybluebird]

Ah, are you on duty tonight then?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately. Don't want Seifer to think I've been "slacking" again. [even does the airquotes!]

[fierybluebird]

Oh good. If someone's on duty I can take the girlfriend out.

[eggplantallergy]

[Walks past the young, costumed boy and stops in his tracks, double taking.]

...is there a costume festival going on?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[makes a face] Tt! Have fun with that.

[Will probably never ever get the idea of dating; it's still gross because all girls have cooties]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

No.

[spins on his heels and immediately pulls his hood up. Well, of all the people he had to encounter...!] I'm patrolling early tonight.

[fierybluebird]

[Evil pirate leer.]

Oh, I will.

[Pfft not even Luki? :O]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Egypt is in the lobby, staring at the main map, arms crossed and still in uniform, despite the hour. He's thinking. Should he dare set foot in the training center, or... slip outside and do a little exploring?

There's a Garden-issued service rifle if I even used the correct gun term resting at his back. Definitely not the basic handgun he seemed to lean towards in WTR.

You might want to avoid this one, Robin.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Not even Luki! She's a friend who also happens to be a girl.] Spare me the details and we'll call it even.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[But what fun would avoiding him be? Especially since it's his ahki! Robin pauses for a moment before hiding behind a conviently-placed shelf and watching Egypt from the corner of his eyes.

Whatever ahki's doing at this hour, it ought to at least be interesting.]

[fierybluebird]

Deal.

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[To the training center he goes! At least if something goes wrong (God forbid), he can A) run the fuck out of there, B) get help, or C) be relatively close to help should he get mauled.

Looking determined more than nervous, Egypt adjusts the rifle's shoulder strap before going on his way, completely unaware of his little shadow.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Following akhi, compared to some of his targets in Neo-Gotham, feels like a piece of cake. Robin disapproves of the gun - because really, guns are dangerous - but he won't comment on it just yet.

... The Training Center? Huh. Better than say, taking that thing to the Cafeteria.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[The rifle's the most modern, most recent weapon Egypt's had experience with. Granted, it's been at least a couple decades since he's even picked one up... The one he's carrying into the training center is a different model from what he's used to, but it shouldn't be extremely difficult to use.

Over two decades since he's fought. How much does he remember? And he should put other things he's learning in Balamb Garden to the test, right? Better now than in a time of need.

Alone in the hallway and early areas of the training center, he recites something low in Arabic to put his heart at ease.]

I seek refuge with Allah from the cursed devil. In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Robin flinches. He hasn't heard that from anyone else in a while--well, not outside of Asr or Maghrib prayers (and even then, Damian'd occasionally missed Maghrib). Still, if Hassan's going to train, Robin might as well prepare for back-up.

Once they reach the center, Robin climbs onto a tree and then jumps effortlessly from tree to tree to keep up with ahki. It's not hard, but he doesn't like the idea that his older brother doesn't know what he's doing. Ah well, at least the calavry's here for back-up.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[playfully salutes before he returns to patrols! The night is officially Robin's alone. Which may or may not be a really bad thing.]

[fierybluebird]

Give a little whistle if you have troubles.

[Waves and then walks off, whistling cheerfully to himself.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[The first grat Egypt encounters, after initial hesitation, is pumped full of lead. He doesn't go for an overkill; he just tests the creature's limits, leaving it near-dead and wilting in the jungle-like grass. Some shots miss, but it's taken care of without injury. He looks almost... stunned as he watches its feeble vines scramble and twitch so slowly. And then he's off again, expression back to unreadable, reloading and looking for a second target.

In a way, this is... easier. He's not injuring people. These are outright monsters Egypt has never seen during his entire lifetime. If he hesitates, it's only to steady his aim — which, by the second grat encounter, definitely doesn't look like that of an amateur. It's getting better as he re-experiences the motions. He could probably be passing the intermediate firearms class if he weren't a new student.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Robin doesn't really have much else to do, so he calmly sits on one of the tree branches, pulls down his hood, and watches. Part of him direly wishes that ahki would use a less deadly weapon - Batman's gun hatred got to him - but part of him's.... also impressed.

Wasn't ahki nearly failing the class? Or well, desperate enough to ask for Damian's notes... Hmmm. This puzzles him. Maybe Robin'll put the pieces together if he watches Hassan defeat more monsters.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[He was nearly failing. For a lot of his classes, Egypt barely made it. Forced himself to adjust and take on the role of student, and it was anything but easy.

The second and third grats smack him around a little, but Egypt takes the blows pretty well. Didn't whine or worry about the bruises. On the up side, he's learned that cover fire doesn't work so well when his targets aren't applying similar tactics and lack a distinct fear of being shot.

He's fighting more and more like a soldier. It's not an element of his life that he likes — far from it — but it isn't completely foreign to him. Maybe foreign to Damian? Thinking the subject matter to be inappropriate for children, Egypt never expanded much on his past military service.]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't like seeing ahki get hurt. In a fit of frustration, Robin carefully takes out a batarang - he's rationed his, especially since he's been here for eight months without a repairperson - and aims it for one of the grat's heads.

Without hesitation, he tosses one at a grat and watches it cut though one easily before returning back to him. Maybe revealing his location was a bad idea, but! It was totally for a good cause.]

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[Hurt? This is fine compared to past injuries, despite how it still stings. Egypt's concentration is almost thrown off when the surprise assistance cuts through. His eyes widen, but he focuses again and finishes off the monster. What could have been its face (but maybe not) is bashed in with the butt end of the rifle near the end in order to conserve bullets.

Coast clear, Egypt starts looking around, wondering just who threw that.] Hello?

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Hey. [Robin jumps down from his perch, pocketing his batarang as he effortlessly kicks a grat into submission. Once he's done, he dusts himself off, folds his arms, and cocks his head towards Egypt as if to ask about the rifle. As part for the course, he's distorted his voice with future tech.]

That your main weapon?