Open / Red Team Meeting

[enthunder]

Who: Red Team and Associates (but if you show up and you're not red, you won't be kicked out)
Where: Training Gym
When: Horseshoe 3
What: Red Team's first meeting. Time to bond, everyone. Everything mentioned is a prompt, go wild.
Warnings: Probably some swearing and mention of violence; will keep updated.

Gathering

The call goes out the morning of day 3 of Horseshoe, just Lightning leaning over the ICP in 1-A, in a clean uniform, hair still damp from the shower.

"Since team meetings are something we’re doing now… If you’re with Red, or you’re thinking of coming with Red on the next mission, meet up in the training gym after breakfast. We need to go over some shit, get you all on the same page."

She, Tony and Fëanor will check in at breakfast, nudging people they know or approaching those they don’t, and then head to the gym car after cleanup.

Assessment

"Right, first things first. Knowing what each of us is capable of."

They don’t ask this of everyone, but knowing what other people can do is pretty key when they’ve never had a non-combat mission. So after the spiels, Lightning moves over to the side, and calls Odin in a spiralling array of pink magic. The knightly mech, barely fitting with the height of the room, takes a stance, tower shield and double-blade ready, and goes still.

"You," she says, indicating someone. "How would you take him out?"

(She might have to add, bemused, "Without wrecking the car," depending on how physical their response is.)

Meeting Proper

She indicates a stack of mission leaflets that they printed out that morning.

"If you've not looked at these yet, take one, read it at some point in the next few days. Three of us have been here since the beginning. Stark," a nod, towards the bearded man sat next to her, "the kid," another nod, towards the nameless eleven-year-old girl, "and me. Some of you have been here almost as long. If you wanna know details, someone's gonna know the answer."

She shrugs. "Still, I bet you can think of things we could've done better, so... share your ideas. Show off. We're never gonna turn down more options in a fight, because we always get a fight."

There's a pause, perhaps, for discussion, before she gestures for silence again.

"So we've got a team that always gets thrown into the thick of it. We've been through portals, sent into space, set to hunt a guy down through a blizzard... we need firepower, and we need the supplies to get us there. And... to keep us there, because we're not always somewhere that's easy to just leave when it gets too hot."

She holds up an arms band. "You hopefully recognise this from Roland's speech. We have two for Red team. They store as much stuff as you want, but only six weapons and two firearms between the two of them, so if you have a gun, or something else that needs ammunition, you get priority on carrying one... because whatever firearm's stored in there gets infinite ammo." She taps the band on her wrist, and a steel pipe shimmers out of the ether. Another tap, and it disappears. "If you don't wanna keep the inventory, that's fine, just make sure you find someone who will."

Most of the supply talk has been covered by Roland already, so she doesn't rehash anything. After another pause for talk, she clears her throat.

"Final thing. We're low on weapons, we're low on offensive magic. Tech, too. Last mission was almost a disaster. What we wanna know is this: what would it take to get you up to your normal firepower? What's it take to keep you in a fight? And how do we get it?"

Mingle

After that, there's an, "Any other business?", and afterwards they sit back and open the floor for mingling. Or for departure, if you so desire.

[ ooc: any questions? come grab me at elle#2335 on discord or at evildoers! ]

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[comingorgoing]

[Vigilant Gaze arrived as close to precisely on time as he could manage, given the vague start time of "after breakfast".]

-Fightin' demonstration-

The angel regarded Odin thoughtfully for a moment. "It depends. I know a variety of martial arts suitable against beings of this size, depending on if I want to disable it without significant harm or obliterate it entirely. Then there might be further modifications to my strategy depending on how it moves, what it's intentions seem to be, and how much collateral damage I can afford to cause."

He looked back at Lightning. "But ultimately, I think it's safe to say it would boil down to some variation on a direct application of physical violence. Just based on what I'm seeing here, I think I would win, too, if I may be immodest for a moment. There is no better way to judge a foe's TRUE capabilities than to actually face them in battle, however."

-Meeting-

Vigilant gaze read the pamphlet from cover to cover, and while he didn't really have a face that one could read the expressions of, per se, he seemed to get a sort of uneasy aura about him.

"Would I be correct in saying that we are not acting in accordance with the rules and regulations of the Void Ministry, and are in fact some manner of outlaw?"

Fightin

[enthunder]

It was a good, solid answer, and she was nodding before he'd finished speaking. Odin shifted, blade spinning until it was held vertical, as per a salute to Vigilant. Clearly agreeing with his assessment.

"Sounds about right to me. Wanna show us something you can do, or you good to sit for now?"

[comingorgoing]

"I feel no particular need to prove myself, but I can if you would like me to."

[enthunder]

"It's something you're gonna be using to protect everyone here, so think of it like ... encouraging the rest of us."

[comingorgoing]

"Hoho, so you want a flashy demonstration, then? Very well, I think perhaps the forty seven empty palms might do. It is an old fashioned style, but the effects are...well, I'll show you."

Vigilant Gaze spent a moment murmuring a brief prayer, then abruptly dropped down into a fighters crouch. "Empty palm vanquishes the wicked!"

He delivered a single open palm strike which stopped several meters from Odin, but still somehow caused a wave of force shaped vaguely like a giant palm print to slam into them like a battering ram.

[enthunder]

It was showy, that was for damned sure. The telegraphing of the attack was enough for Odin to slam his shield down, a fine mist of pale mana rising around him--

The bang as his back collided with the far wall of the gym was shockingly loud. Light gave a long, low whistle.

[comingorgoing]

"Just so." he said with a nod at her whistle, while shaking out his hand. "The Forty Seven Empty Palms is a difficult style to learn, and an even harder style to use. Many of the techniques can only be used in very specific situations, and trying to fit them into a situation where you don't have time to use them can result in disaster. It honestly isn't one I use very often."

"It is, however, quite dramatic. I hope I did not hurt your friend."

[enthunder]

"He'll be fine. Can't say if he's had worse, but you held back."

Fine was subjective; Odin's armour was leaking mana as he got back to his feet, and if she'd been in a fight at the time she'd have just dismissed him rather than take the sudden, heavy drain on her magic necessary for his reforming.

"Thanks for the demonstration."

[comingorgoing]

“It was a pleasure, Pree Farron.”

He was working on just learning everyone’s name from the roster.

[enthunder]

For a long moment, she considered correcting him, but... Hell, if she really was taking up some kind of leader role, maybe that'd work for now.

She started to wave him off to challenge the next person, when she paused, hand half-raised. "Reminds me. What do I call you?"

[comingorgoing]

"Did I not say? I must beg your pardon, then. Unthinkably rude of me."

He bowed slightly. "I am the igneous angel 10 Vigilant Gaze Purges The Horizon. Or just Vigilant Gaze for short. It is a pleasure to meet you."

[enthunder]

'Vigilant Gaze' was short? She supposed so; long names probably came with the territory when you were a towering angelic construct.

"Not a problem... and, yeah. Pleasure's mine."

Her gesture finished, she gave him a nod, and turned to the next unlucky guy who had to follow that performance.