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[theweakhavepurpose]

[The video turns on to show the outskirts of town, nearby is a fence of sorts made of junk Pratt collected from the Colosseum and some baling wire. It's encircling a fancy new shooting range complete with training dummies and targets and some other items that aren't immediately identifiable.

Okay fancy isn't the right word, everything is made of remnants he found and some of the targets are empty soup cans on sticks but it looks serviceable.]

This is Deputy Pratt. I know we're all busy freezing to death, but if you'd like to take your mind off that, I've finally got this all together. Range is up and running!

It's set up by the orchard, or well.. where the orchard should be anyway.

[He pans the camera towards the orchard to show where it is and then starts walking towards the range. The camera is surprisingly steady, this is someone who has filmed hundreds of Vine videos of him and other deputies doing stupid stuff on slow days. He's a pro at this shit.]

I've got training dummies up front for anyone who wants to get their melee fighting on. But uh.. try not to completely destroy them because I don't have a ton of wood to fix them up.

For the range itself I've got targets at 10 meters, 25 meters, 50 and 100. It's not perfect because I'm measuring this with my feet, but it's close enough. Spinner targets are for guns, and the bigger baled ones are dirt and wood so they shouldn't chew up your arrows too bad.

This thing is a work in progress.

[He sets a can onto a contraption off to the side of the range, stomping his foot on a pedal and sending it shooting down the lane and a little to the left. The camera gets unsteady here as he launches a knife that's far too big for this at the can and it tumbles to the ground.]

Keeps shooting them off to the side, but it's better than throwing something and then trying to hit it.

As for weapons... [He walks over to a large but very battered chest and opens the lid.]

I've got some throwing knives that aren't stupid like the hunting knife I have. A few bows. And some arrows in here. Keep them in this crate because the weather is not kind to bowstrings and you don't want these things snapping when you're shooting.

It's on the honor system because I'm not going to freeze my ass off monitoring this twenty-four seven. So try not to burn it down in the next two days.

[Please guys. He worked hard on this. Don't set it on fire.]

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[theweakhavepurpose]

Not for the person who has to clean it up.

Sort of.

[Physically yes, mentally; definitely not.]

Crazy cultists jumped into the blades and knocked everything out of whack. Fortunately we weren't that high up or there might have been more damage to everyone inside.

[requiemshark]

Maybe. But when you're good, and I mean really fucking good, then you don't have to worry about that.

[ There aren't a lot of things that Ephemera will brag about but at the end of the day, he's still a Hell Jumper. They get shit done. ]

Fuck. That's something else. They have a thing for suicide runs or whatever?

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He half smiles. That cocky attitude reminds him of himself before the whole cult thing turned him into a pathetic ball of neuroses.]

Only the best survive huh? Cull the weak.

[Or splatter the weak into the atmosphere. Same difference.]

They're all hyped up to die for the Father. Think they'll go right to Eden as martyrs. Crazy bastards.

[requiemshark]

Only the best make it through training.

[ if your instructor's got their shit together, nobody dies. Hopefully. ]

True believers fight harder. Doesn't make 'em smart.

[ He says. From experience. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

Maybe not smart, but definitely a pain in the ass to deal with. It gets all up in your head, can't get it out.

[He shakes his head, he doesn't wanna talk about this.]

Does the armor come with the job? You're getting the good shit. All I got were shirts and I had to buy them myself.

[requiemshark]

Yeah.

[ It's - well, what it is. ]

Something like that. Got this instead of payment for a job.

[ Not that he'd been interested in money at the time. ]

[theweakhavepurpose]

Okay maybe that's worse.

You don't get paid? How do you get food or pay rent..

[Or take girls out to dinner or buy video games or any of the necessary things in life?]

[requiemshark]

Long story. Spent a couple years on a prison ship. Wasn't too picky about how I got out.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Oh.

[ That.. explains a lot actually.]

Yeah okay, that makes a lot more sense.

[requiemshark]

I'm not a serial killer or anything. I did some shit during the war, robbed some people after. Seemed like a good idea at the time, but I wasn't thinking too clearly.

Not excusing what I did. But it's done. I'm not that person anymore.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I'm not a cop here, you don't have to explain shit to me.

[requiemshark]

Still.

[ It ought to be said, he thinks. Or at least some of it. ]

Anyway. I'll check out the range sometime. Won't burn anything I can't replace.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He shrugs, he doesn't get to judge anyone. He skinned someone alive because a deranged cult Herald told him to. ]

That's.. not entirely reassuring. But do come check out the range, you're one of the few people we have who won't shoot themselves in the foot.

[requiemshark]

Hnn. I'll take that as a compliment.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Good.

The idea is to get everyone else up to that level.

[Less foot shooting, more enemy shooting.]

[requiemshark]

You can get better instructors than me. Washington's good, Carolina's probably better.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I have a hunch she'll terrify anyone not used to military precision.

First I need to see if anyone who needs instruction even decides to make use of it.

[requiemshark]

Yeah, probably.

[ Ephemera doesn't exactly like Carolina, but he respects her. ]

Good point. Good luck, I guess.

[ A pause. ]

If anybody's having trouble with depth perception, I can help with that.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Depth perception?

[He doesn't get it.]

[requiemshark]

Lost an eye a while back. Was a bitch to figure out how to shoot right after that, but I know how to do it.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Ah. Well that.. sucks. I'm sorry man.

Gotta overcompensate with the good eye?

[He's trying to imagine how to aim with only one eye.]

[requiemshark]

Wasn't you who did it.

[ He used to be very angry about that. Not the eye specifically, but - well. ]

Yeah. My armor can calculate the shot on its own, but that's no good if the system crashes. So, you practice. Got a tennis ball in physical therapy for a while, only they took it away after I started winging the nurses with it.

[ Ephemera was not a happy patient. ]

But shit like that helps. You adapt.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Sounds like a charmer.]

Whatever works. I'm sure the nurses didn't appreciate it, but if it gets you shooting again it's worth it.

Adapt. Survive. Get stronger. It's all we can do.

[requiemshark]

I don't do bedrest.

[ It's a personal flaw of his. ]

Adapt or die. No matter how long it takes.

[theweakhavepurpose]

I don't either.

[He looks a little like he doesn't do rest in general.]

That's the plan. We're doing it so far, surviving in this place, not going completely insane...