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( open ) training montage whomp whomp
▶ WHO: allison and peggy!! + ANYONE
▶ DATE: day 4 and beyond
▶ WARNINGS: n/a will update as needed
▶ SUMMARY: ally a offers shooting lessons (note: this can be used for sign ups/pre-amble chatting/post training talks/plans/the occasional training thread out but pls don't make me thread every lesson ;u;)
[ honestly allison is desperate to keep busy. things are pretty weird here, and one thing that makes her feel even a little bit closer to normal is the bow clutched in her hand. it seemed like a pretty natural progression to throw in her own offer to show anyone in need of help how to use one.
as mentioned in her announcement allison hangs around for a few hours around noon every day, in the compound near the main gate. there are a few cans and bottles set up, a few targets scrawled on paper tacked to the fence, and she takes count of the arrows and bows available to her while she waits, determined not to lose track of anything she's brought accidentally. ]
▶ DATE: day 4 and beyond
▶ WARNINGS: n/a will update as needed
▶ SUMMARY: ally a offers shooting lessons (note: this can be used for sign ups/pre-amble chatting/post training talks/plans/the occasional training thread out but pls don't make me thread every lesson ;u;)
[ honestly allison is desperate to keep busy. things are pretty weird here, and one thing that makes her feel even a little bit closer to normal is the bow clutched in her hand. it seemed like a pretty natural progression to throw in her own offer to show anyone in need of help how to use one.
as mentioned in her announcement allison hangs around for a few hours around noon every day, in the compound near the main gate. there are a few cans and bottles set up, a few targets scrawled on paper tacked to the fence, and she takes count of the arrows and bows available to her while she waits, determined not to lose track of anything she's brought accidentally. ]
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but here remains peggy carter. alongside miss argent's far more practical bow-and-arrow lessons is the opportunity for those refugees of time and space to come and familiarize themselves with whatever firearms they may have picked up since their arrival. peggy knows a great many gathered here already know how to hold to gun -- but there are greener 'recruits' whose trigger discipline could likely use a little help. so (looking all the world like an office secretary and not a seasoned spy and soldier), peggy takes up her own corner of the compound. a square of canvas is laid out with a selection of (empty!) pistols and rifles and shotguns. when she isn't actively explaining something to a person, she leans back and keeps a watchful admiring eye on the makeshift archery range next-door. ]
[ on the first day of the first round of lessons, peggy approaches the young woman she's only ever seen at a distance. only ever noticed in passing. there are so many faces within the compound -- and not yet enough time to learn all of them. but confident in this particular introduction, peggy meets miss argent with a confident stride and an outstretched hand. ]
Peggy Carter. [ she doesn't smile when she says it, though that doesn't necessarily mark her as unfriendly. merely...pragmatic. precise. ] I answered your bit of scrawl on the wall. [ ha. ] I must say I'm...intrigued.
[ archery. bows and arrows. bloody ingenious, considering the conundrum they face. it isn't easy to own up to her shortcomings with such a...palaeolithic sort of weapon. but peggy isn't so proud as to spit on an opportunity to learn just how much she doesn't know. not least of all when the could-be instructor falls well into her comfort zone: a fellow spirited woman. ]
(ooc: brackets and prose both welcome!)
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[ For all his size and the intimating almost inhuman silhouette his armor cast against the glare of the sun at the peak of noon nothing about how he marched onto the field could really be ascribed to a commanding presence. He bade the same emphatic presence of a slow moving draft horse or even a mountain; not in any rush or to cause a stir but overall disinclined to budge.
John comes up to Peggy with the steady lop of someone walking off a long run. Held over over his shoulder was an olive drab canvas duffle bag bulging and lumpy, filled to the brim with something. He puts about a meter between him and Peggy before dropping the duffle bag onto the ground. By the sound it made on impact, it had been incredibly heavy. ]
Saw the note out on the board and thought I could spare everyone a busted eardrum or several.
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it allows her to meet him with a mild smile and a bow of her head. ]
Good day. [ little routines fall into place. soft social norms reassert themselves, even now. she casts an eager eye on the bag between them. ] Are you Father Christmas, then? Visiting out of season because I've been on my best behaviour?
[ day by day her wry humour reveals itself all the more with the few individuals she's deemed friendlier than the rest. or if not friendlier, than at least dearer to her current aims. ]
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The reindeer couldn't keep up so it's just me.
[ Dropped down in a squat, John unzips the bag. Inside were stacked, what at first glance, looked like M4 carbine action rifles along with several Semi-automatic pistol. Only they all were made from a sort of hard, dark plastic poured into a mold to create near-perfect replica. The M4s also had bulbous attachments on their stocks. Underneath this cache was what appeared to be several plastic bags stuffed with orange balls no larger than a walnut.
John pulled out one of the rifles and held it out to Peggy. ]
Understandably, no one in the Hollows thought to loot any of the stores of its paintball guns.
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peggy doesn't squat. she but barely bends. instead, she only inclines her upper body by degrees and gives the bounty a closer look. paintball guns? the term is foreign to her. ]
How do they work? [ she asks, thrusting straight to the heart of the matter. she trusts him not to bring whatever-they-are to her if they weren't something curious. something unique. something particular. ]
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Fluidly, he stood back up and with almost mechanical weapons discipline slides his finger from safely over trigger onto it after zeroing in on a nearby tree. The rifle goes off with only a soft snap of air and the dull slap of orange paint splattering over the trunk of the tree. John lowered his weapon and handed it back over to Peggy again. ]
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-- but then the shot makes her lip curl into a half-smile. it is (indeed) the perfect teaching tool. with an almost eager alacrity, she lifts the same gun from his bulky grip and lets her fingers familiarize themselves with the paintball marker's feel.
it's only an exhale later that sees her settling the oddly light rifle against her shoulder, and so peggy snaps off a pair of shots. the first one fires low because she (understandably) overestimated the recoil on gun like this. but the second shot nearly zeroes on in master chief's first splatter.
her smile twitches wider. ] Bloody brilliant.
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You're an incredible shot.
[ Coming from him it was only comparable to a calculator spontaneously achieving sentience simply to compliment someone on their arithmetic. ]
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[ she deflects. not because she isn't grateful or flattered -- she is deeply both -- but because it's true. peggy's marksmanship has always been admirable, but she's had the pleasure of serving laterally with a shot like sergeant barnes. and perhaps in the way she says it there can be detected a whiff of...ambition. as if peggy carter isn't comfortable settling with the middle ground. she will fight tooth and nail for every scrap of advancement she can find. it isn't ambition for ambition's sake, but because she craves competency. she has high standards, and she aims to live up to each and ever one of them.
slowly, she lets the paintball marker's barrel drop. ] But I trained well and I trained early. Even so, I'm not a sniper. Not by trade.
[ she's something else entirely. ]
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It doesn't have to be on paper for it to be evident.
[ And he meant it. Anyone with that kind of control over whatever firearm was in their hands really had something worth honing, in his opinion.
Then John clicked his tongue soft enough Peggy might not have heard as he looked over the space that had been allotted to train newcomers. For introductory and safety lessons, the space was adequate but for what could come at them out in those woods...John found it lacking. He was starting to think like CPO Mendez. ]
We need an obstacle course.
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[ she still holds the rifle. barrel-down, fingers relaxed and far from the trigger. paint is a harmless thing, but she had hit the very word right on its head earlier. training dictates a great deal of what she does in this moment. ]
We'll need ropes. Boards. Wire.
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[ John flatly supplied. He could have been joking but it was anyone's guess with him.
That didn't detract from the point Peggy made that a simulation of hazards outside the compound would be the main focus of this notional obstacle course. ]
It will take a day - two, at most. [ John looks back at Peggy, visor holding a level if blank gaze with her. Waiting for the green light. ] This is your show, ma'am.
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Our show,...Chief. [ trepidation surrounded each use of the title. it affords a semblance of a command chain that simply didn't exist, here. ] We do it together or not at all -- which I'm quite certain means it's our show.
[ she's learned better than to try and be too adamant about going it alone in this or any world. ]
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Peggy was as keen on the idea that teamwork would pull everyone through this as he had been. Only not much of a team if he kept shutting down anyone knowing a damn thing about him. Everyone who wasn't in that dwindling circle of Spartans always called him Chief, but this wasn't the UNSC...and he made a promise to stop being such a machine. ]
John.
[ He doesn't elaborate and doesn't feel the need to. John nods again and says, ]
We should get this show on the road. I have a few ideas.
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[ at first, it's a paradox. it's such a bloody normal name -- and such a bloody normal thing to hear it spoken aloud. it takes a heartbeat or two for peggy's incredulity to catch up with her ears. moments later, her face splits into a genuine smile. touched -- pleased -- she nods her head.
and for the moment she ignores their impetus and their 'show'. it's far more important to mark this sweet occasion: ] It's a lovely name.
[ common. simple. no more lovely than any other name. but its loveliness takes the form of an intimate gift from an uncommon man. it's moving. ]
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He was glad it had done something for Carter. Fortifying what trust was steadily building between their respective circles since coming here. It was just he needed to get used to hearing his name again. ]
Right.
[ John could square his shoulders and power through an battalion of Covenant forces, or a thread of conversation he wanted to leave as is.
Not having much in the way of pockets, John sacrificed an ammo case to use to carry a small waterproof memo book and pencil. He drops back down on one knee on the ground and the other leg using his massive armored thigh as a stopgap writing desk. ]
We have the room and the supplies if we get creative.
[ John draws out a circle and maps out two paths that run concurrently around the circle path. There was some simplistic triangles and scrawled in patches for obstacles with a map key to estimate how much space they would need to annex from the compound. He was no artists, but the idea was clear enough. ]
The...second [ Was he getting this right? ] World War. It set a precedent for boot, didn't it?
[ Basically, he was saying Carter must be the authority on how to make the most of what they had here. ]