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[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert seemed to be organizing things in a section of the Sensoriums. He had been speaking with Chaucer for some time about organizing a work session on period weaponry (Speaking being the most general term for the rather strange state of communications between the two men, who still weren't precisely friends, but were more or less civil, which was about as close to friendly as Javert was capable of being), and was now putting that idea into motion. There were polearms, pistols, longbows, and other forms of less-than-modern weaponry. The tall policeman was sectioning off practice areas, seemingly for each form of combat.

He straightened and surveyed the work done, looking rather smug and almost pleased with himself. There was also a gleam in his eye that he tended to acquire whenever he was about to make someone else's life very, very difficult.

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[governorkang]

Upon entering the Sensoriums, Kang couldn't help but grin; now those were weapons that he was more familiar with, excepting the pistols. He always had at least his flamberge at his side, but for this occasion, he'd brought his battle-axe as well, settled in the harness between his wings.

"I'd be more than happy to assist you with training," he spoke up, making sure the human saw him before he approached.

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert turned, spotting Kang. He was beginning to be used to the odd looking others on the ship, but he still paused a short moment to blink before carrying on.

"Indeed. Well, that's not my issue. If you want to help, help. Pick your skill and teach it, I'm no nursemaid." Javert is brusque, as usual,and speaks as quickly as he moves. His business is the pistols; he has to rely on others for the rest. Discomfiting, but acceptable.

[governorkang]

Nodding, Kang's wings rustled, "Alright, then." The man was certainly blunt. He looked at the different sections, and spotting the swords, moved over to that area. Maybe later he'd work with battle-axes, but swords were used far more commonly, and easier to wield.

[visserbasher.livejournal.com]

Loren had found her way to the Sensoriums and right away drifted to the swords. "I've always wanted to learn how to sword fight." She commented.

[notmannotelf.livejournal.com]

And here you have Tanis, with his longbow entering the area part of it had been Chaucer's announcement, but the rest had been pure curiosity.

"Why am I getting a feeling that I'm not going to like this?" After all, hunting was one thing, killing for the sake of killing, even if it was self defense felt wrong to him, but he wasn't the kind to stand idly by and not do anything. All I wanted to do was make things much like Flint. He thought with a sigh.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer spotted the bow and immediately wandered over from where he'd been checking the fletching on the stockpile of arrows the Sensorium had created for them. It wouldn't do to waste their own supplies on practice, or training inexperienced people who might break them.

"I don't recommend you dwell on that. It's just training. Perhaps a little proof that we their predecessors are not so feeble and helpless as some here think we may be? There's no harm in it."

[notmannotelf.livejournal.com]

Oh have a grin. "I'm just mumbling to myself."

He had noted some of the other weapons, a few completely alien to him, though others were a little familiar. "If it's training, I should switch out weapons, I would feel guilty actually harming someone with a real blade. I helped to train my friends, it would not be that hard to teach the basics of swordplay and archery if you require assistance."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Please, feel free. The more the merrier, as long as people come to be trained. Personally, I know very little of the sword. Where I am from it is a knightly arm. Excepting being a target, I haven't really trained with them." Geoff smiles. It's not as if he minds that state of affairs.

[bigbad]

Spike didn't need training. He'd seen all the weapons they had here, and used most of them as well. But he heard the announcement and couldn't resist checking it out. Maybe he'd help, maybe he'd just watch from the sidelines and make snide remarks. He hadn't decided yet.

He sauntered over to the man who looked to be in charge. "Well, this looks like a right party, then, don't it?"

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert looked less than impressed with the blond man. Of course, Javert tends to look less than impressed with anyone he bothers to acknowledge.

"I've no use for parties." He says, being deliberately obtuse. "Train 'em, arm 'em, get 'em out from under my feet."

[bigbad]

Spike was also less than impressed. He didn't like authority figures at the best of times.

"Too bad. Parties are more fun. But I'm sure you and your training will have a grand old time." He patted the other man's arm in a friendly manner.

[sly-knife.livejournal.com]

Sly Knife stalked through the doors, still wearing his full hunting kit - he didn't plan on taking it off anytime soon. He only took the helmet off to ear. Without bothering to introduce himself or ask questions, he stooped over one of the racks of weapons and hefted a poleaxe. One-handed. He gave it an experimental twirl and nodded. It had a wood haft, but it was still serviceable.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer stayed a very, very healthy distance from the... demon? with the axe. He wasn't running, which he considered a small triumph, and he wasn't hiding, but he did have to remind himself to breathe. Be calm. Be cool. Be Geoffrey Chaucer, the best herald to ever capture the minds of millions.

Right.

"Well, you know what you're doing, I see. Here to teach?"

[sly-knife.livejournal.com]

Sly Knife glanced at the human and shrugged. He could teach. He might as well teach. At least then the Oomans would provide some sort of speed bump for the Ohm. And perhaps make them decent prey should he ever have to hunt them.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

Mei-Xing doesn't know what they can teach her here, if they can teach her anything, but it's better than sitting on her duff and doing nothing all day. After some confusion, she finds her way down to the Sensoriums and steps in.

She stares about, unsure of where to start, and eventually moves towards a weapon she does know, snagging one of the longbows and examining it critically. "A real wooden bow?" They even made those? She runs her hand along it, as if expecting it to turn into plastic or metal somewhere along the lines, and frowns when it doesn't. "This is way too expensive to train with."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

"For you, perhaps, but not here." Javert is looming behind her, quite suddenly. "They're not real, let alone expensively purchased."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

She yelps when he speaks up behind her, whirling around. As she turns, she swings the bow like a bat at his head, eyes widening as she realizes her mistake. Too late, though. Hopefully Javert has quick reflexes.

[fluffyapartheid.livejournal.com]

The alien had not meant to come to any sort of training - even if she were still young and spry, her fighting tactics differed greatly from human fighting - she had just been trying to find someone in charge. And had gotten very, very lost. She'd come to the sensoriums by accident, and intended to just turn around and leave, but then she spotted the weapons. They looked very old, almost primitive. She was intrigued by them.

Zhiai'kahn pulled herself up to walk on her back sets of legs, stretching to her tallest height (only a little over a foot and a half). She approached the weapons, and gently picked up a pistol, turning it over in her hands. "Fascinating," she said softly.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate showed up with her own bow and quiver on her back, also her sword, and small fighting staves grinning at the setup. She was good, but she was all for getting more training and looked eager to start.

"Nice collection, looks like you got a little of everything here."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"We can but try, m'lady," Geoff replied with a smile and slight sweep of a bow. He eyed her bow. "Tell me, what is your expertise?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She faintly remembered Chaucer so nodded to him, "Well archery mainly, but I also know fencing, sword fighting, kickboxing, and martial arts." She's a baseline human working with superheroes, had to step up her game in fighting skills.

[eswat-109.livejournal.com]

After her conversation with Chaucer (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_channel/154174.html), Deunan wandered in to the Sensoriums, fashionably late. After a visit to Heavy Weapons, she'd swapped out her plant suit for her sleek power armor, and was generally feeling much more satisfied with the state of affairs now that clothing with a pulse was no longer an issue.

She was sporting a few semiautomatics, along with something that was either a ridiculously large knife or a short sword, but familiar weapons weren't the point. Zeroing in on the pistols, Deunan took one from the rack, carefully examining what to her was a museum piece. In fact, she felt faintly guilty touching it, and couldn't quite shake the feeling a curator was going to show up to scold her.

"Cock the hammer, powder here ignites the charge in the barrel..." she muttered to herself, going over the mechanism. Deunan pointed it in a direction no one was standing, and dry-fired with a click. "Okay, now everyone wait a minute while I reload."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert (having somewhat learned his lesson after sneaking up on Mei-Xing) announces his presence with a slight cough before launching into his usual less-than-polite commentary.

"A well-trained shot can do so in far less than a minute. Some time, you might have to as well." He makes a harrumphing noise in the back of his throat. Kids these days-- No respect.

Guess who isn't getting notifs? :(

[eswat-109.livejournal.com]

"If it comes to that," Deunan said, "I'll just take it hand-to-hand." She flipped the pistol around with practiced ease and mimed using the butt as a club.

"You Javert?" Deunan got the pronunciation approximately right, not from familiarity, but from a decent acquaintanceship with French phonetics.

[lastofkuith.livejournal.com]

It was kind of nice to see someone taking an interest in weaponry that wasn't 'modern.' So Pirogoeth came, to see weapons she was familiar with.

Though the pistol was new. The closest thing was the crossbow for her, but close enough. Either way, it might be interesting to meet others who were handy with the weapons. Perhaps even a sparring partner that wasn't a hologram.

She was looking over the weapons, though at present she had a sword and dagger at her own waist.