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voidtreckerexpress2020-11-03 02:01 am
adregem) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2020-11-03 02:01 am
the voidtrecker cafe is now open? ☕ a november catch-all!
Who: Roland Crane x OTA!
Where: Various places, specifically/primarily: the Kitchen and the Gym.
When: Spanning most of early Imagination, from Imagination 1-12 (pre-mission weeks).
What: Join the train's resident president as he explores various degrees of hobby-making, training, and whatever else comes between work and sleep.
Warnings: Self-indulgent Barista!Roland as the primary prompt. No apologies given!!!
01 - good to the last drop?
It's your sense of smell that's engaged first. Walk upstairs unto the second floor of the Kitchen, and it's impossible to miss. Its wafting aroma may even reach below the floor, enticing you to come up out of curiosity. For those who come from Earth in particular, it's a smell that feels fond and nostalgic, invoking busy work days and people-watching by busy tables.
Almost true to the designated name of the month, there is an invitation to be swept away by the roast of coffee beans stirring the imagination. The air around here is unbelievably fragrant, almost sweet. And the amateur roast master for as long as supplies last is a dutiful figure - Roland Crane, in a simple polo shirt and an apron tied to his waist, standing behind the steel counter with an open crate of supplies from his recent purchase at the store. The communal coffee maker is there too, but his spread is more meticulous this time around. Two bags of coffee beans labeled 'hazelnut creme' and 'dark arabica' to one side, with batches already ground up. The portable grinder is small, but it matches the moka pot for espresso. Hot water already reaching the boil, with bottles lined up like they're ready for service: a couple of syrup selections, bottles of milk, cream, sugar, then finally the hero of the month: honey in various containers.
He's reading a book from the counter, head tilted down, but don't let that stop you from approaching. He's got something brewing, in more ways than one. In fact, as soon as he notices you, he'll offer a small smile, abandoning the task of reading altogether as he goes for his tools. Cups and mugs within reach, but he'll pretend to write something on them with his pen. An inside joke that may or may not connect, but he commits to the immersion anyway:
"Hey, welcome back. Don't worry, I remember you. And what you ordered last time. Heh."
Kick back. Relax. Have a cuppa of honey and coffee and let Roland the barista hear your tales of woe. Or joy? Whatever you're willing to share. He'll listen. He's got the experience, trust him.
(The tip jar to the very end of his work station is absolutely fake.)
02 - a moving target.
[ At the Gym, some time before mission information goes up and Roland heads straight into his usual business mode, you will find him with his pistol. But for those who have seen him in action already, there's something decidedly different this time around. The gun in his hand, although already more futuristic and magical in its design, is looking more spruced up. An extra barrel that makes it bulky, and the muzzle shaped odd. There's something there that was not there before.
And the only time you will see this for yourself is when he takes a deep breath...and aims at the makeshift targets from a distance. They're staggered, purposely left in random formations. When Roland shoots, his left hand holding the trigger, the usual sound of a gun firing filling the car...Until it stops and suddenly a grappling hook comes out instead. A weird combination, but it fires just as fast as the bullets and there's a struggle to reach the farthest dummy.
Unfortunately, it doesn't quite catch. And so Roland retracts it back, the fiber cable making a sharp whizzing sound as it returns to the gun. ]
[ He sighs. ] This is going to take some getting used to before I even think about making new moves.
[ Approach him here, for training, and he'll be a happy partner. ] Say, got something small I can use to try and grab with my new toy, here? I promise I won't break it. [ Roland nods, jokingly but also, how could he lie to you with such an earnest face? ]
03 - Wildcard!
[ For anything else you may want to do! Am on Discord < Titallenial#7701 > for plotting ideas. Am always open, and will follow your lead! ]
Where: Various places, specifically/primarily: the Kitchen and the Gym.
When: Spanning most of early Imagination, from Imagination 1-12 (pre-mission weeks).
What: Join the train's resident president as he explores various degrees of hobby-making, training, and whatever else comes between work and sleep.
Warnings: Self-indulgent Barista!Roland as the primary prompt. No apologies given!!!
01 - good to the last drop?
It's your sense of smell that's engaged first. Walk upstairs unto the second floor of the Kitchen, and it's impossible to miss. Its wafting aroma may even reach below the floor, enticing you to come up out of curiosity. For those who come from Earth in particular, it's a smell that feels fond and nostalgic, invoking busy work days and people-watching by busy tables.
Almost true to the designated name of the month, there is an invitation to be swept away by the roast of coffee beans stirring the imagination. The air around here is unbelievably fragrant, almost sweet. And the amateur roast master for as long as supplies last is a dutiful figure - Roland Crane, in a simple polo shirt and an apron tied to his waist, standing behind the steel counter with an open crate of supplies from his recent purchase at the store. The communal coffee maker is there too, but his spread is more meticulous this time around. Two bags of coffee beans labeled 'hazelnut creme' and 'dark arabica' to one side, with batches already ground up. The portable grinder is small, but it matches the moka pot for espresso. Hot water already reaching the boil, with bottles lined up like they're ready for service: a couple of syrup selections, bottles of milk, cream, sugar, then finally the hero of the month: honey in various containers.
He's reading a book from the counter, head tilted down, but don't let that stop you from approaching. He's got something brewing, in more ways than one. In fact, as soon as he notices you, he'll offer a small smile, abandoning the task of reading altogether as he goes for his tools. Cups and mugs within reach, but he'll pretend to write something on them with his pen. An inside joke that may or may not connect, but he commits to the immersion anyway:
"Hey, welcome back. Don't worry, I remember you. And what you ordered last time. Heh."
Kick back. Relax. Have a cuppa of honey and coffee and let Roland the barista hear your tales of woe. Or joy? Whatever you're willing to share. He'll listen. He's got the experience, trust him.
(The tip jar to the very end of his work station is absolutely fake.)
02 - a moving target.
[ At the Gym, some time before mission information goes up and Roland heads straight into his usual business mode, you will find him with his pistol. But for those who have seen him in action already, there's something decidedly different this time around. The gun in his hand, although already more futuristic and magical in its design, is looking more spruced up. An extra barrel that makes it bulky, and the muzzle shaped odd. There's something there that was not there before.
And the only time you will see this for yourself is when he takes a deep breath...and aims at the makeshift targets from a distance. They're staggered, purposely left in random formations. When Roland shoots, his left hand holding the trigger, the usual sound of a gun firing filling the car...Until it stops and suddenly a grappling hook comes out instead. A weird combination, but it fires just as fast as the bullets and there's a struggle to reach the farthest dummy.
Unfortunately, it doesn't quite catch. And so Roland retracts it back, the fiber cable making a sharp whizzing sound as it returns to the gun. ]
[ He sighs. ] This is going to take some getting used to before I even think about making new moves.
[ Approach him here, for training, and he'll be a happy partner. ] Say, got something small I can use to try and grab with my new toy, here? I promise I won't break it. [ Roland nods, jokingly but also, how could he lie to you with such an earnest face? ]
03 - Wildcard!
[ For anything else you may want to do! Am on Discord < Titallenial#7701 > for plotting ideas. Am always open, and will follow your lead! ]
02
Maybe it was something useful to look into purchasing in the future. He had a plethora of weapons to chose from his own collection back on his world; the hardest part was choosing which to buy first as he earned points for it. One more couldn't hurt to add to the list of useful items he missed having easy access to.
He watched Roland from a safe distance for a while. Then,]
Practice makes perfect, so they say. [Or maybe they were just genetically created into it in his case. A beat and then he continued.] I could get you something if you need a target.
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I'd appreciate that. What are you going to get? [ He takes his finger off the trigger before raising the gun back to chest level, muzzle facing the side. ] I had this modified recently. I knew I was going to have to practice long hours with it, but I didn't account for the learning curve on making sure the cable moves the way I need it to.
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There are plenty of options. Something small like a toy could easily be found. [And who cared if something trivial like that was damaged.] Or one of the practice weapons if you want to go for practical application.
[He would even offer to hold it and play target if needed, or set it up on a dummy if Roland was too scared of hurting him.]
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I think practicing with something small like a toy would be a lot harder, actually. It'd be more precise, for sure though. [ But he wants to save that for when he has a better grasp at the new function of his gun.
That left him with...the more dangerous suggestion. ] Are you suggesting you'd be willing to be on the firing line for practice? [ Just to be clear here! Safety first, even if he's speaking to someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. ]
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47 nodded.] I wouldn't be an easy target.
[He wasn't necessarily fast nor did he have any special abilities--but what he did have was a ton of experience and actively knew how to read people, a battlefield, his surroundings. It made it seem like he was predicting an opponent before they made a move sometimes but it wasn't anything fancy.]
If that bothers you, we can always set it up on one of the dummies.
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[ Roland shakes his head. ] No. I'm fine. Let's try it out and see how I do against a live target. Better to dive into the deep end for experience, right?
[ He studies the space in front of them, littered with the dummies. ] What are you going to do? Stand still or do I try to grab you as you move about?
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But no need to delve into that set of memories for the day. 47 began to walk away only to pick up a sword in one hand and stand amongst the dummies.]
That would be too easy.
[He said without context and raised his weapon in a ready position.]
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[ This is definitely one way to throw Roland into the deep end. And there's something about the man's movements, the stern line his brow makes as he readies himself for practice, that instantly activates Roland's own penchant to take this far too seriously than is probably necessary. He knows when he's dealing with a consummate professional, even by look alone. So this is the kind of mood he mounts, and he decides that the best way to go about this is to try and grab the sword with the grappling hook. He'd have to defend right, if he shot straight at him? And normally such a move would make Roland hesitate, but he's not dealing with a rookie here. ]
Here goes nothing.
[ 3-2-1, shoot. Sharp whizzing flies and cuts through the air. He aims it just a little to the side, trying to figure out if he would dodge left or right. The goal was to get it to hit the sword, the breadth of that blade, so he can wrap around it and pull it off of him. ]
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The assassin stood still as he waited for Roland to decide what he was going to do and attack. He didn't give anything away, not with his demeanor anyway. He didn't even tense as Roland indicated he was ready to begin.
The angle to the side caused 47 to side step in the opposite direction. However, he also brought the sword to play. He raised it as he moved, tapped the hook as it flew past much in the way he would have deflected a punch with his own arm using the angles against his opponent. And sent the wire headed towards the ground.
He refrained from following up. This time.
He looked over at Roland and waited for him to fish the line back and ready again. This was going to be an interesting training session for the both of them.]
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The hook would either grab part of 47's pant leg, or something else unexpected. This was Roland freestyling anyway, wondering what would work, what moves felt natural to him, and how he could utilize the new mechanic on his pistol in different ways. ]
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He managed to keep his leg from getting caught but the hook did indeed catch on fabric. The movement should have knocked him off balance but 47 yanked hard in the opposite direction right in time to tear the fabric free, ripping a hole in the bottom of his pants' leg. He caught his balance and repositioned.
He stared at Roland and waited for the next attack. His expression was cool, cold even. A little more than usual.]
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What could he do now? Now that he knows how fast the retraction is, how fast the hook will be? Roland takes his time. Feels this out, and decides that the sword would be the next best thing. Maybe he could stand to fool 47 by shooting at it over and over until he sees an opening to pry it off of him?
It's a gamble, but he'll take it. Better in practice than in a real pinch. And no matter what, he has no intentions of hurting him anyway. ]
Let's see where this goes...[ He mutters only to himself as he shoots the grappling hook to the point where it's obvious 47 must block or evade it. ]