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[blowyoudown]

Alright. So.

[Have a slightly bedraggled wolfman looking into the camera with a cigarette in his free hand. The screen bounces slightly, and the moving background suggests he's walking as he records.]

On behalf of Maketh, I"m gonna be running some self defence classes. It's not going to be anything very flashy or impressive - there's a lot of actual warriors here, from the sounds of it, so it's not gonna be anything that complicated - but if you don't know how to do something like escape a chokehold, then. [He shrugs as he takes a drag.] Well, it might be something.

Anyone who's interested, I'll be down by the armory. Anyone who can actually fight, I'm not gonna say no to your help.

[And true to his word, he'll be found down near the armory, having a smoke and alternating between brooding sitting near the river, and exploring the contents of the armory.]

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[synthedick]

I'll drop by later to watch, see if I can't pick up something new.

[Though as a former cop, he probably knows most of what'll be taught -- still, a refresher never hurts. Just don't put him in for practice against normal folks. A guy with a metal skeleton can pack a powerful punch, and he'd rather not actually hurt anyone.]

[blowyoudown]

[Even if he can't see it, Nick gets a smile.]

You seem like you've been in this business a lot longer than me. I can probably learn something from you.

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[synthedick]

Heh. We'll see if we can't both break off some rust when I get there.

[Which is indeed 'later' by about an hour. He finishes up his usual sweep of the streets and makes his way down to the armory, giving Bigby a nod as he spots him.]

Sheriff.

[blowyoudown]

[He's been a good boy about his cigarettes so far, trying not to go through too many. He's successfully drowned the smell of stale blood and adrenaline from the temple for a moment, so he stamps his butt out as Nick approaches, and nods in return.]

Detective. Ready to rumble?

[synthedick]

As ready as I'll ever be. You expecting a crowd for this shindig of yours?

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[cashlin]

[Yo, Bigby. Say hi to another of Maketh's (slightly more reluctant) recruits.]

How 'bout guns? I know we don't have a lot of 'em here, but if you need help with that after you've dealt with the basic hand-to-hand stuff, I'm up for holding a tutorial or two.

[blowyoudown]

[Hey, as long as you're on the Lawful Good(ish) side.]

That'd be pretty useful. I tend to be more on the receiving end. Nnnot sure I can teach someone how to take a hollow-point at ten feet.

[cashlin]

[Mmmmmaybe not but for the city guard's sake, she can be a Chaotic Good? Is that close enough.]

Hey, that's a skill too! Sort of. I can handle the firearms bit, either way.

[blowyoudown]

Good enough for me. I wouldn't mind learning how the giving end works either, to be honest.

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[dedikated]

[ There is one very sleepy-looking face staring at the screen from the clinic. ]

Like I said to Maketh, we've got some first aid kits on standby. [ YAWN - what do you mean having terrible quality sleep and fighting it? ]

[blowyoudown]

I'm trying to avoid people getting hurt.

[Tease tease.

Her yawn almost makes him do it as well.] Dreams getting to you?

[dedikated]

Because people are great at that. [ deadpan af. ]

You could say that. Think I've learned more about people here in the last couple nights than I have in the last few months.

[blowyoudown]

It's certainly one way to get to know someone.

[Still holding the cigarette in hand, he rubs one eye with the heel of his palm.]

I'd prefer just talking to them, but y'know. Beggars choose and all that.

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[inappropriatelaughter]

[ CIGARETTE. He all but leaps on this. The screen is full of his face. ]

Hey, did you get that here?

[blowyoudown]

[Dude, calm your farm.]

Brought them with me. Sorry. It's a pretty shit brand, though, so I don't know how much you'd like it.

[inappropriatelaughter]

[ And now his face is sideways because's he's slumped in defeat on whatever surface. ]

Nah, don't give 'em away. You'll just die quicker. I'm already like three days in the shit, anyway. Might as well keep going.

[blowyoudown]

[He's just gonna... use the action of putting his smoke in his mouth to cover a smirk.]

Have you tried looking through the shops? Not many other people seem to smoke here - besides the, uh, literally-on-fire kind of way. Maybe you'll get lucky and find a pack that hasn't expired.

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[watashinonamaewa]

Hey. I'd like to help out.

[ Cibo isn't trained. She isn't dead either. Which means she must be doing something right. ]

Bit of an improvised style, but it works. I think.

[blowyoudown]

Hey, mine's not much better. I get my training through drunk guys. Anything's better than nothing.

[watashinonamaewa]

Yeah. That sounds about right.

Though I could probably use some actual practice. At least a refresher.

[blowyoudown]

Feel free to come down. I'm not planning on going anywhere.

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[decryptify]

Might drop by to see what's what.

[ Says the space marine he probably doesn't need to learn shit. He is curious, though, and the guy sure looks like he can handle a fight. ]

Mind if I ask what kind of experience you got?

[blowyoudown]

Life trying its hardest to put me down, basically. I mostly deal with axe-wielding drunkards and one-armed assholes that wanna rip my head off.

[Y’know, the usual.]

[decryptify]

Ooh, axe-wielding drunkards. That one's a classic.

My end's more about aliens and gun-wielding maniacs.

[blowyoudown]

Oh, I get those too. Gun maniacs, not... aliens.

[He's not about to discount their realness, after being here.]

Though I get the feeling yours fire something more impressive than lead and silver.