Fight Club Time Again (I had requests for it)

[light_of_willpower]

Who: Trunks Brief (light_of_willpower) and you!
Where: Training Gym
When: Day 20
What: The Usual Fight club training. Where people come to spar and practice and learn with each other.
Warnings: Occasional language and violence? Also guns/firearms.

This time Trunks didn't bother to announce the Fight Club over the ICP. Not beyond a short announcement of day and time. The Club was already mentioned in train literature and most people knew about it, or could find out easily.

So instead he did his usual set-up. Marking off an area safely for ranged weapons and fire-arms, ensuring practice weapons and mats were all available. Even making sure there were first aid kids and an 'off-limits' area just for safety. Then, he's there as usual--to supervise, but also to train just like everyone else.

OOC:general set up is 'Ranged area demarcated by cones' 'off limits/healing area demarcated by cones' and the rest of the space covered in mats with training dummies set up

Comments

Jake Peralta (Orange) | Cleanup and eventual target practice!

[monkeyinthewrench]

Jake got into a battle with the broccoli in the kitchens that morning, so he's not quite on time for this event. Weirdly, when he arrives, the training weapons aren't in pristine alignment as they normally are.

He can practically hear the Sarge's lectures on weapon safety in his head as he frowns at the mess. You hear me, Peralta? You'd better make damn sure everything's in order or you'll get a taste of Angry Terry. Or...severely disappointed Terry. But you Really don't want to see that one.

So he sets out to carefully check the rack for damage, clean what he can...and only then does he get started, wincing as his first shot hits the very edge of the target.

"...man. Guess I'm pretty out of practice."

[pleple]

"Nor can practice be rushed," Ple Two says quietly, going over the weapons herself - having heard about a bit of a commotion. For all that she can relate to having trauma... to not having a good release valve for it...

[monkeyinthewrench]

Jake agrees with a small nod. Everything's mostly in working order, but the space could use all the help it can get. And it's been so long that he barely blinks at the sight of young soldiers anymore...yeah, this place is getting to him.

"If we're really preparing for disaster...looks like we might have one or two caused by crew," he mutters.

[pleple]

Ple Two shouldn't need to be here, maintaining firearms, but - oh well. Perhaps she'll take a long vacation to try and just be a child when they resolve more of their situation.

"It's not the first time, and I doubt it will be the last," she says mildly.

[monkeyinthewrench]

"With this crew, no kidding," Jake agrees with a little shrug. He exhales as he checks over a rack---everything looks clear, but now they need to test. The targets are still in place, all looks good on that end.

"Did you see how this happened? I think I missed something over breakfast."

[pleple]

"I didn't, but it sounds like someone had a... er... how to put it, a bit of an episode over the open presence of so many firearms," she works out. "It's not an abnormal thing to have a poor reaction to."

[monkeyinthewrench]

"...well, no, I get it. I know a lot of people get freaked out, have bad memories."

He closes his eyes briefly, thinking of some tough cases he worked with back home.

"But training usually implies we're gonna have a range, right? Geez. I...know it's not the most fun thing to have to do, but we're in a lot of danger. Like. All the time."

He gently picks up a discarded pole from one of the racks and sets it straight.

[pleple]

"The wiser decision would be to remove oneself from a situation like that, but when you feel... morally justified..." Well, once you've decided you know better, you can make yourself do far worse than just messing up a firing range a bit.

[monkeyinthewrench]

"Morally superior to us peons doing the dirty work, you mean?" Jake quips with a little shake of his head. He doesn't know exactly who might've done this...if he did, he'd be in for a bit of a shock to be sure.

[pleple]

Ple Two snorts. "Us mere mortals need weapons just to get by."

[monkeyinthewrench]

"Unless you were lucky enough to get laser eyes, or bitten by a radioactive spider..." Jake snorts and shakes his head. "Even with my gun I'm nothing compared to most of these guys. Happy to do the smaller stuff....but it at least gives me a chance if I run into something that's not so big and deadly, you know?"

He finishes straightening his section and rolls his shoulders, preparing to do some training after all. "We're just doing our best. That's all."

[pleple]

"Even I've got some special abilities, but..." she nods down at herself. "Nothing that makes up for being as young as I am, as well as being properly equipped."

[monkeyinthewrench]

"Hey. We're all just trying our best here while things try to kill us," Jake says with a little sad smile. "which means. We should probably not be trying to kill each other by making a mess of the weapons. Everybody thinks they're an action star. I mean. I've done it too, but..."

He snorts and shakes his head. "There's a line."

[pleple]

"Ugh, right? I've still managed to avoid getting... hurt like that." 'killed' isn't really the proper term? Is it? When you don't... stay killed?