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Post by Kai Rose on May 22, 2021 16:19:31 GMT -8
It was nearly Summer, the Las Vegas days long and hot. The dog days of Spring ground their way to the inevitable transition of Want to War, and with it, people had begun to prepare. Kai Rose kept her new training facility open later some nights for special guests; Lost who wanted to test themselves on the obstacle course, practice their archery, or run through the drilling range at speed. Whatever the skill level of the Changeling, there was something here.
Oh, and on the far side of the property in a barn, there were horsies.
It was just after nine in the evening, and the air conditioner was still working overtime. The Summer spook sat on a swivel chair up at the till, organizing shells and magazines into range boxes to bring out when her guest arrived. She wore black shorts and a white tank top, the colors pouring off her the golds and teals of contentment at this place.
No longer did she break rocks for the City. Now, when she dug trenches, it was for herself. It was a good feeling.
@jacks
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Post by John Relic on May 22, 2021 20:06:47 GMT -8
White button up dress shirt, cuffs rolled up the arms and a pair of dress slacks, only needing the pocket protector to complete the pencil pusher stereotype. A slow walk up to the counter giving the place a once over. "Can I get some time on a range?"
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Post by Kai Rose on May 23, 2021 12:53:31 GMT -8
Kai looked up, flashing the Autumn Courtier a smile as he came. Another Wizened, whose Mantle whispered against sin -- pity he wasn't Summer. Solomon would get tingles.
"John. Good to see you. Of course you can. How've you been?"
Most of the Lost in the area knew each other to some extent or another, if even only in passing. So it was with Relic, though they had common circles with their friends in Winter. She hiked a thumb to the weapons racks. "What do you like today? Rifle? Revolver?" He didn't seem like the buff kind of dude who would be into shotguns as a tactical option.
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Post by John Relic on May 24, 2021 15:51:03 GMT -8
"Doin' alright. Felt the need to squeeze off a few rounds and thought your facilities might be the place to do it. Comes with the added bonus of seeing what's going on in your neck of the woods." His attention is drawn to the rack, waiting for something to catch is eye. "GLock-17 will do just fine. Will only need the range for a half hour or so. Have an appointment afterwards to get my oil replaced in the Buick. Solid car that. Keep it maintained and it will run forever. So what's new around here?"
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Post by Kai Rose on May 26, 2021 14:32:28 GMT -8
Kai chuckled at the notion that there was anything worth doing other than being here in South Summerlin. Pulling out a trigger-locked Glock 17, the key for the guard and an ammo box with 9mm, the Polychromatic cocked her head toward the indoor pistol range. "Something to be said for Old Faithful," she agreed as she opened the door and led him inside. It wasn't a huge range; the outdoor range and the shooting courses were more popular, but given that Relic probably needed a warmup, she'd start here.
"Well, pretty much everything," she said with a chuckle as she placed the box on the range counter at lane two. He knew the way. She placed some ear protection on his countertop and then grabbed a bow and quiver out of a locker. Plainly, the Wizened was joining him. "We just got operating recently. My motleymate and I got the horses in about a week back, and they're being trained; the outdoor courses are already becoming popular, and the athletics courses are challenging. Maybe I'll see if we can do helicopter tours out of here sometime. But yeah. New business, new me. It's nice to inally have something to call my own."
She glanced at the other Domovoi as she readied the target on lane three.
"How are you keeping? Researching anything interesting?"
Always a fair question with Autumn.
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Post by John Relic on May 29, 2021 16:49:45 GMT -8
Taking the gun in hand, John paused for a moment as he felt its weight and distribution. The transition between tool in hand and an extension of ones body. A routine he did more of habit now than actual purpose. Grabbing the ammo box in his off hand, he followed the Polychromatic to the range. "Sounds like you have some exciting times ahead. Let me know if you do get that helicopter thing going. Always wanted to try one of those, never have..."
As he puts the ear protectors on his head leaving one ear still exposed, he takes notice of the bow that Kai was using. Never much one for archery, he preferred to keep things simple. Squeeze the trigger, drop the target. The complex details about how all of that actually happens evades his thoughts.
"I have a few things on my plate although I think most details might risk your eyes glazing over. Not the best state to be in while holding a bow." His comments punctuated with a half smile. "Lets just say that some people act in very sloppy ways when they think that no one is watching." He raises the gun, and takes aim at the target down the range. "And I am always watching..." The grin turns into a full blown smile as the theme song to CSI: Miami plays in the back of his mind.
"Well I am back in town for a while. Might need to catchup with some of the other Autumn's. See what's been going round... Perhaps lend my skill set if their needs happen to fit."
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Post by Kai Rose on May 29, 2021 17:43:57 GMT -8
As John watched Kai prepare to fire the bow, it was interesting to see the technique at work. Rather than holding just one arrow, she had three in her hand. One would drop down and be fired, then the next, then the next, the shooting well beyond the basic technique of normal archery. That sort of thing wasn't so necessary with supernatural weapons, weapons of thought and will and Wyrd, but getting the compound bow up to speed required a certain something extra.
"Fuckin' right they do," Kai said through grit teeth. "I'm still dying to know who the hell the Leviathan Motley were working for. They got a lot of good people killed."
Leviathan. The group of Autumn Courtiers who had caused a ghost possession apocalypse that cost ten Changeling lives mere months before.
"The Freehold could use you. A Fall Courtier with a good sense of the boundaries would be mighty helpful. There's a Beast named Graves in your Court who's a sensible sort. Hedge expert, I hear. And of course, the Darkling Rowan might benefit from your instruction."
She popped her ear protection on, letting John shoot a magazine before they continued to talk. The red button for the targets to fly out was slammed, and arrows began to pepper her target.
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Post by John Relic on Jun 4, 2021 9:14:12 GMT -8
"As do I... Lost the other two members of my motley to the collateral of that incident. Looking to find some answers to those questions myself." His slid the ear protection down over his ear and took aim, thumb flicking the safety moments before his breath ceased followed by a single pop.
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Post by Kai Rose on Jun 5, 2021 14:28:56 GMT -8
As the shooting started, Kai considered the implications of the last thing Relic had said. Fuck. That was a brutal reality to be dealing with, and it was only a few months ago that all that had happened. The Wizened was surely lost in a haze, his Motley dying due to his own Court's failures...
Once it was safe to remove the earmuffs, she did so. Once had had, she said, "John, I'm so fucking sorry that happened. Is there anything I can do?"
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Post by John Relic on Jun 13, 2021 10:43:52 GMT -8
Once the last round had been squeezed and the safety reengaged, John took off the ear protectors to continue their conversation. "Thanks Kai, took a few months laying low to get my head right. Now just looking to make a difference again. World doesn't stop for the departed, barely slows down. Our motley was formed with the idea of doing some right in this world and I think there is still plenty of opportunities to be found. Know of any such opportunities?" he asks knowing full well who it is he's talking to.
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Post by Kai Rose on Jun 15, 2021 22:30:11 GMT -8
"I suppose it depends. I know Summer is always involved in one bit of occult bullshit or another, but the number one thing I can recommend is getting to know your Knights and deciding which one you want to be a vassal to. A lot of newcomers lately fucked around in selecting theirs for ages, but I'm not sure why. A Knight gives you protection and help, in exchange for some reasonable service." She shrugged. "I know Autumn's got a brilliant loremaster, a diplomat, a judge and a Witcher*." The last brought a half-smile to her lips. "If I was you, I'd maybe go talk to them and see what good they want to do. The judge, Icarus, is the coolest. He owns a fucking tiger. It's so cool."
She tossed another arrow down the lane, threading the shot through another arrow in the bull's eye efficiently. She let out a little 'huh' at how effective the trick shot had actually been.
"Other than that, generally speaking, it's never a bad thing to share what you're into. What can people look to you for, John? You're obviously a fair hand with a pistol, but I assume if you wanted to live in a gunfight, you'd be in the Iron Spear."
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