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hadriel2018-12-10 08:25 pm
theweakhavepurpose) wrote in hadriel2018-12-10 08:25 pm
Video
[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.]
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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[He grins in spite of himself, he's pretty proud of what he's done here.]
You're not going to set it on fire are you? It seems every other person I talk to wants to use a flamethrower on it.
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[Dante grins in return, he's actually enjoying the conversation so far.] Nah, won't even pull out Agni and Rudra on it. But most of my weapons won't do well on your set up.
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[It's not totally unheard of for people to do that, but usually it's personal and they don't go around telling people about their guns' pet names.]
No one has trashed it immediately, so I'm hopeful it'll last the week at least.
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[It's about to get a little weirder. Dante reaches back, and out of seemingly nowhere pulls out the weapons. He's still at first, but they're wreathed in their respective elements from the moment they're brought into view. And when he twirls them around it's even more obvious that they're not going to be able to be used in the range. Not if he wants to keep it from being set on fire, anyway.] They're fire and wind based. Cool as hell, but it's not like these two are gonna be gentle on what you got there. They're Devil Arms, they don't play nice. [And then he sheathes them on his back, if he's going to pull them out he might as well use them for a while.]
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[Whut.
No seriously.
What the fuck.]
The hell? What the....
[Baaaaaacking away now.]
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[Yeah, he's one of the weaker types of humans it seems. Fearful. Maybe he'll live longer that way. The bolder they are, the quicker they die. Those types don't know when to hide from something bigger and meaner than they are. Dante isn't sure what sort of reaction he was expecting, but this was not it. Then again, it shows that not everyone here is an overpowered badass. Something to keep in mind.]
What? You scared of a couple of blades? Man, we were kidnapped by a cosmic door and no one's got us on milk cartons. This is the kiddie pool. Hadriel is the deep end.
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How the fuck am I supposed to react to a sword that's on fucking fire?
[He's not amused. And don't you dare use that at his range.]
What are you talking about?
[He doesn't see the connection between this place and some OP as hell swords. He's here and that's just a thing that happened. Why didn't he get kickass weaponry upon arrival? All he got was a phone. Unfair.]
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[He snorts.]
Yeah, weirder crap like wind swords.
Just don't fuck up my range with that.
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[Dante tends not to go where he's not wanted, unless he's got something to kill. From this conversation, he's decided that Pratt is not his kind of dude, and won't bother with his range.]
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[ He has no idea how to go about doing that, but it's something to look into. ]
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Hey, good luck. Sounds like one hell of a job here. Hadriel and supplies don't go hand in hand.
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