[bbs] (Open action @ firing range)

[plotdeviceturk]

With the upcoming trip to the Island Closest to Heaven I will be available for assistance and/or last minute training in the firing range.

Do not expect me to hold your hand if you come, but you will learn some skills that will likely be useful.

I will also be available to assist teams on excursions during the three weeks.

-Instructor Tseng

SeeD ID#13652
Firearms and Covert Operations Specialist

Comments

[action]

[midgarhorizon]

I guess I'll be cleaning up after all of you.

Hey, Tseng.

[plotdeviceturk]

Only if something breaks in.

[He's somewhat pointedly down to his undershirt, the scars on his shoulders and arms blatantly shown. Not for Reno's benefit but for whomever else shows up, he's pulling a move on those who show up.]

I'll be taking Dark Nation, she could use the exercise out there.

[midgarhorizon]

[Okay, that wasn't good.]

You don't need your uniform off for ballistics training.
What the hell are you planning?

[plotdeviceturk]

I'm making a point.

[He's just going to lean against one of the lockers and sip his coffee.]

I also don't normally put down my number or specialties, I'm pointedly making myself available to those who have the sense to seek out someone who might know what to do in this situation we're entering.

The scars will get them to ask more questions or at the very least take what I say seriously because I've made mistakes and learned from them.

[midgarhorizon]

[Relaxing, Reno huffed and shook his head.]

They're still kids, Tseng. It's one thing dumping a fully trained Turk into that situation. These ones seem a little green.

[He makes a grab for Tseng's coffee. Share with your Turks, chief.]

Some of them don't even seem to be able to fight. And don't think I didn't notice, this's got your name written all over it.

[plotdeviceturk]

They're not all going to be allowed to go, and it's a much more controlled environment than we dealt with.

[NOPE. This is his coffee, get your own. He brought a maker down.]

The commander knows what she's doing Reno.

Action

[feedmyglitch]

[Ardos isn't here for training. But he is here to talk.]

I see we're of similar mind.

Action

[plotdeviceturk]

[Without his usual dress shirt and jacket, Tseng's scars are visible.]

That's because you probably listened to the part where nobody was going to actually die.

Re: Action

[feedmyglitch]

Indeed. They're given a luxury I never would have gotten. They're quite fortunate.

[He won't flinch at the scars. Scars are a fact of life.]

[plotdeviceturk]

[They are, and that's the point he's making by showing them.]

They're also being given warning about it and a chance to prepare.

[feedmyglitch]

I'm tempted to suggest showing them what my life was like. It was far more brutal. Thrown into things with little to no preparation.

Action

[tiamat_shot]

[Emias wasn't here because of Tseng's invitation, not directly. No, he was here because his first week at Garden was... less than expected. For a military establishment, he expected something a little more out of the ordinary than gossip columns... and when he finally heard of the chance to prove himself, he turned out to be unqualified.

So as soon as he heard about the existence of a firing range, he set out to find it, rifle strapped to his back. Once he gets there, he pauses and steps to the side, keeping quiet. He should've realized that someone would be there training - that's what it was there for, after all.

And the last thing you want to do around someone with a gun is speak up suddenly.]

Action

[plotdeviceturk]

[Tseng is decidedly more military (of some sort or another) than the gossip column likely let on. Even with the scars on his arms and shoulders visible for once without his usual shirt and jacket he stands like a man who's done this thousands of times.

He darted a look out of the corner of his eyes while he was making a neat series of holes in a target with a high caliber revolver. Empty, he finally speaks.]

It's not every day someone brings their own rifle in.

[He's reloading quickly and without needing to look.]

Action

[tiamat_shot]

[The scars don't really set him off - Tseng's no more beat up than a few bangaa that he's met, after all - nor does the accuracy, though it does pique his interest. The voice that follows is quiet, and has a fair bit of timid respect in it.]

Not every day I see a h-hume manage to handle a firearm like that, kupo. B-but no. It's as much a necessity as clothes are, kupo... doesn't feel right without it. I'm glad it came with me here.

Action

[plotdeviceturk]

I've had a few decades of practice.

[There's a quirk of a smile though.]

I agree, some sort of weapon on you or within arms reach is a wise thing around here.

Action

[tiamat_shot]

[It's making him feel a little at ease to know at least someone else is taking this seriously. The voice gets a little firmer as he relaxes a bit, though no less soft.]

In general, kupo. You'd think that recruits at a military academy would be better suited...

[He trails off, tugging his hat down over his eyes for a moment, though he does keep muttering to himself, stuffing his hands under his mantle and pacing in mild frustration.]

Thought I'd just shown up in a slow stretch, kupo... but the way they're panicking about field experience... did they think that military work was going to be all diplomacy and zignuts?

[BBS]

[eventohell]

I'm thinking of taking you up on that offer. Maybe I can offer some assistance?

-Cadet Hawkeye

[BBS]

[plotdeviceturk]

That will depend on how good you are. Feel free to come down though.

-Tseng

[BBS]

[eventohell]

I will report as soon as I can. Thank you, sir.

-Cadet Hawkeye

[BBS] - [Action]

[plotdeviceturk]

I'll be there.

-Tseng

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[He's still down to his undershirt when she arrives, and Riza would likely recognize scars as being from bullets and blades and the procedures to take those back out or repair what was shattered. He was busy dismantling and rebuilding his revolver. He didn't stop when he looked at her, not needing to see to know where the pieces went anymore.]

Hawkeye I presume?

Action

[gunbladegrrl]

[Aware that she's weaker with her rifle than her gunblades, Maria steps in to the range with more casual ease then she actually feels. She's well aware that Tseng might not view her with any particular kindness after that, um, last conversation they had, even though she expects he'll be perfectly professional.]

Action

[plotdeviceturk]

[Unlike the him who'd never become a Turk, Tseng's arms and shoulders are scarred. Gunshots, knife wounds, swords, surgeries to put his bones back together, torture. There's a stiffness in the way he moves to appraise her, a cool indifference of professionality.]

Miss Cyphert, I didn't expect to see you down here.

[gunbladegrrl]

[She isn't terribly shocked by this gratuitous display -- frankly, she'd be something of a wreck herself after one reckless year as a cadet, if not for liberal applications of healing magic. She unconsciously rubs her right forearm, that being the part of her body that for some reason had absorbed the most punishment from whippy grat tentacles over those months.]

I'm not as good with my rifle as I am with my gunblades. I figured I couldn't do better for practical advice to improve.

[She's pretty impressed his face has taken so little damage, comparatively.]

[plotdeviceturk]

[People didn't aim for the face when they were trying to kill you.]

I'm not overfond of rifles, they generally take too long to reload but if you can cut down your reload time and learn to shoot with one hand you should be able to keep up with someone with a pistol.

You have the musculature already due to using a gunblade, it's just a matter of learning how to move.

[gunbladegrrl]

My blades will always be my primary weapon, so I chose the rifle for the range and penetrating power advantages. Up close I'll just be moving into melee.

[And there were more sentimental reasons involved, but let's not get into that.]

So my best strategy with a rifle, I think, is to put as many holes into an approaching creature before it reaches the team I'm with.