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I am Searat
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This is considered a short rest right?
"Understood Argus." Richard then left Mason to equip his own protective vest. It was rather cumbersome but Richard had to admit that the ammo pouches were exceedingly convenient. Placing 6 spare magazines on his vest, he follows the dijin and the water elemental and heads into the simulation room proper. While waiting for the rest of his teammates, he does his best to get more familiar with the paint rifle. Practicing how to replace magazines, reliably un-jam the weapon if there were a situation that demanded it, and got used to its weight in his hands.

The golem seemed intrigued by the device contained within the vests but was soon reminded that the group was getting ready to start the training session. She dons the vest and fills the pouches with spare magazines as she took the paint rifle and retrieved information regarding weapon handling and such. A brief few seconds past and she too arrives the simulation room. It had yet to start, so Astra took advantage of the situation and prepped her system for combat.

Passive Systems Switched to Combat Mode...

Heads Up Display: ACTIVE
Compass: ACTIVE
Rangefinder: ACTIVE
Aiming reticule: ACTIVE
Defensive runes and spells: ACTIVE

Energy output: 100%
System Notification

Seeing that the demon had no prior experience using a gun before, Richard reluctantly moved closer to Mason. He was not used to teaching someone but he will do his best and try his best to instruct him what he needs to know about weapon handling. He displays his own paintball rifle before the shadow demon and begins with the basics. He points out where the safety of the rifle was located as well as the mechanism that changes the mode of fire. Then explaining that the safety prevents misfires and the gun cannot be shot while it is on. He then explains the purpose of the selector lever as well as the pros and cons of semi automatic firing and full auto fire, admitting that he prefers the burst fire mode. Finally demonstrating to him how a rifle is held and how to reload the gun, both with and without a bullet present in the chamber. "...and that's it. I pretty much covered the basics in weapon handling."
Its fine, it seems that Richard is the best candidate to instruct Mason. Im not that confident in his teaching ability, but he can lay down the basics of weapon handling to Mason.
I'll try get a post up within the day.
Either Richard, Rost, or Argus can teach Mason how to use a rifle.
Not sure who can teach it best though. Any of them have a significant history in teaching/instructing others?

Ed did his best to set up as many poisoned needle traps surrounding the bonfire as fast as he could but it seemed a too short a time to set up anymore as he could hear the clamor of the goblins getting closer to the bonfire. Asteria's mother need not alert the young dire rat that the goblins and their leader was getting too close for comfort, his sharp sense of hearing already warned him that their opponents were getting too close for comfort. Hastening his efforts, he sets up the last trap and once satisfied with it's placement, he made good use of the mud camouflaging his form and snuck back to the foxhole. Though not before warning the rest of his companions that he and Asteria had set up traps in the perimeter and urging them to watch their step.

Retaking his previous position in the foxhole, he could already feel his blood quicken in his veins as if his body was already anticipating the inevitable shedding of blood. To kill or be killed, it was unavoidable choice now that he had to fight to simply keep on living in this world. Ed was unsure of the circumstances of how he wound up in this situation but chose not to dwell on the thought. He did not have the luxury of time nor energy to spare pondering. 'Its them or me. Its them or me. Its them or me. Its them or me.' Ed repeated the mantra over and over in his head, mentally preparing himself. Hoping to who ever God was listening that it would make killing them easier.

Shutting his eyes did not stop the feeling of dread that filled his entire being as every footfall of the beast only told him that the massive creature was coming closer and closer to take his life. The short moments that passed felt like hours as Emil awaited the inevitable feeling of claws tearing into his flesh. While he was making peace with God, an odd sound reverberated in the lobby. Like stone hitting tile. Emil cracked open one eye to see what had caused the sound. He was unsure who or what caused the sound, but the sight of the massive creature's change in attention both lightened his heart as well as gave him a pang of worry for his companions. It was then the young man heard someone yelling in panic and soon saw a figure running through the lobby, evading the swipes of the apex predator that pursued him. It was absolute chaos, terminals and large chunks of concrete flung about the area.

The screaming of the panicked man was dulled out by a thunderous and ear piercing screech that broke glass and knocked the poor man down. Emil was not exempt from the effects of the roar and felt the force produced by the roar push him further into the wall. There was one final desperate scream and a sickening crack. Emil made the mistake of entertaining his curiosity and was met with a gruesome sight, the beast had taken the life of the mercenary with almost excessive force as there was little that remained of the man's head but a dark crimson smear upon the cratered pavement beneath the massive claw of the beast. It began to click, but not like the clicks produced earlier. It seemed much softer and varied in pitch and range as it clicked to whatever was on the surface, most likely more of it's kind. Emil had a disheartening realization regarding the deathclaw like beast and it's possible behaviors. 'Christ above...The beasts are smart enough to communicate. It's more than likely that they're smart enough to plan attacks and set up traps and ambushes.' It soon left the lobby and with it the body of the recently diseased mercenary.

Once he was sure that the beast was long gone Emil finally takes in a deep and almost desperate breath of air before slumping down on the floor of the lobby. He pats the back of his head a couple times before hearing someone asking if everyone was fine or injured in any way. Emil inspects his suit for any breaches or tears, he lets out a sigh of relief as there were no breaches to the suit. "I'm fine. No suit breaches here. Jesus Christ that was scary." Emil finishes with an uneasy chuckle. It was not the most appropriate reaction to a near death experience but it helped him deal with his frayed nerves. He then heard the paladin's orders as well as her comment regarding unnecessary risks in the near future. "Sure thing boss lady. Also. I'm not sure if I'm right, but those things were 'talking' with one another and I think it would be safe to assume that the'd be smart enough to coordinate attacks or even ambushes. Scary I know but its a big possibility that they can." Emil states over the radio before standing up and scavenging what he can to make a cover for the acid rain, monsters or no the rain still posed a threat to the radiation suits.

@Riaxh @rush99999 @Duthguy

Roy turns to face the dragonborn paladin and grimaces slightly at the sound of plunder. 'Is this what I have become? A royal musketeer and noble turned into a petty looter of ruins? Pitiful how far the mighty have fallen...' He thinks to himself as a growing sense of shame and pity for himself. "I mean no disrespect, Ser Raugar. But I am not here to conquer Norn nor am I here for it's treasures. I merely search the ruins for something." He pauses slightly to ponder on the offer given by the paladin. "I am honor bound to see your journey through, adventurers. Though do not misunderstand, if any of you are to do a nefarious act or an act of blatant and severe disrespect towards my honor, I no longer will be your companion."

Present, just waiting
@Lucius Cypher

Ethan turned to face Garg and gave the ogre a long look of disbelief mixed with indescribably joy. "A-Uhh...It-it-it's an honor to meet you. Maker above this is incredible..." Ethan places a palm on his forehead to help him think practically gushes how incredible this was. Encountering the hero of a story he and his siblings knew so well was beyond amazing in Ethan's perspective. Garg the ogre didn't seem to be as excited as Ethan was and simply told him that Moonslicer said how he was. "I-I'm doing pretty well." The young man scratches the back of his head, trying to think of more things to say to Moonslicer. "Minus the life threatening parts of my trip, I'm rather pleased with it." Ethan failed to notice that during the 'conversation' he had with Moonslicer, Garg had detected something.

"Little human go. Garg smell danger. Bad strong men." Garg says to Ethan as he covers him protectively with a hand as he draws the massive Moonslicer. "Wha-." Ethan couldn't even finish one word when a number of arrows had been let loose and Garg had blocked the shots with uncanny dexterity and swiftness. "GO!" Ethan need not told a second time as Garg charged at the direction from where the arrows had come form. Ethan would have loved to see one of his childhood icons fight valiantly against those who dared do evil, but Ethan knew that he would only hinder the ogre and began running as fast as his body can endure towards the town.

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