ORIENTATION ♔ others have excuses, but I have my reasons why

[sirstickuphisass]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Eric, Lila, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Eric meets with his new squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Training Room; Firing Range
WHEN || Thursday evening, March 7th
HOW || Actionspam

[ So remember how Lila was skulking around the firing range since it ~felt like home~? Well, guess who comes up behind her while she's pointing at a target today, sounding annoyed as hell? ]

What do you think you're doing?

Comments

[bittersweeter]

[Lila isn't often startled, maybe it's a cat thing. But wow, guess what she isn't expecting when she is aiming a gun, a loaded, unsafetied gun? She's not expecting some dude to just creep in out of nowhere.

She flicks the safety before she turns.]

I don't know, looks pretty self-explanatory to me. Gun, target, bang bang? Practice makes perfect.

[sirstickuphisass]

Except you're not supposed to use this area until you've had your orientation meeting. [ FOLDED ARMS ] Have you had your orientation meeting?

[bittersweeter]

[Why does everyone here insist on asking questions they already know the answer to? She would cross her arms too, except GUN, so she frowns instead.] No. My intrepid Knight seems to have forgotten about me, so I haven't been oriented yet. Unless I'm supposed to sit in my room all day being effectively useless and letting the skills I already have go to waste. Haven't you ever heard "use it or lose it"?

[sirstickuphisass]

It's not your intrepid knight's job to do your equipment and training room orientations. That would be a member of the Dragon's Hoard and one of the senior Dragon's Hide members.

It's called protocol.

[bittersweeter]

And who, exactly, is supposed to let me in on this protocol secret? I don't remember getting a rule book.

[sirstickuphisass]

[ for a moment, he just makes a bitch face but then he recovers ] Well, now you have me for that. I'm your rule book.

[bittersweeter]

Then you can't blame me for not knowing. [But even still, she holds out the gun in case he wants to take it from her, because she's a good girl. (She so is.) On the inside, she is viciously pouting.]

[sirstickuphisass]

[ there's a beat as he looks between it and her, clearly ready to take it, but something seems to change his mind. ] Well, come on.

Let's see what you've got.

[bittersweeter]

Bipolar much? I'm pretty sure it's protocol for you to back up.

[Really. Successfully surprised her, though she's still gauging if that is a good or bad thing.

In any case, she turns back to her target, flips the safety and steadies herself. Fires. (Attack 11) She frowns, because that is embarrassing, okay?, readjusts and fires off five quick, neat shots which are much less embarrassing, destroying the center of the target. (Attack 17, 18, nat 20, 17, nat 20) That is better.]

[sirstickuphisass]

[ the sound of her shots rings in the air for a moment, and when it's finally stopped, he says: ] ... I take it you've done this before.

[bittersweeter]

I dabble.

[sirstickuphisass]

That didn't look like dabbling to me.

[bittersweeter]

I dabble frequently.

[...she can't even think of the opposite of dabble, so she just keeps going with it.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Any other surprises up your sleeve I should know about?

[bittersweeter]

I bite.

I don't really know what you don't know about me, so what if you tell me about me and I'll fill in the gaps.

[sirstickuphisass]

Not much at all. It isn't like Wynn draws up a file.

[bittersweeter]

[The huffiest of huffs to ever have been huffed.]

My name is Lila.

[sirstickuphisass]

Alright, fine, he told me that part.

[bittersweeter]

I'm an Aries. I like cherry slushies and blue cotton candy. I'm a dream worker. Which basically means I can force someone into REM sleep and then, well, then I can pretty much do whatever I want with them. Unlike hypnosis, self-preservation doesn't always kick in.

[sirstickuphisass]

[ welp that pulls him up short ] You mean you can plant suggestions in their mind.

[bittersweeter]

Yes. And nightmares. Well, dreams, but... [Shrug.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Something you learned, or...?

[bittersweeter]

No. Workers are born, not taught.

[sirstickuphisass]

Something genetic?

[bittersweeter]

Yeah, but there's different kinds of workers. Like, my parents weren't dream workers. We're just born with higher than normal hyperbathygammic levels. [This is weird, explaining. Everyone usually knows.]