Practicing Idiocy

[Guest]

Ika found himself standing atop a platform, his eyes closed and his arms closed. A dramatic wind, seemingly coming from nowhere, blew his hair and his scarf with it, making him look like the picture-perfect of a Hero. However, this image was soon to be interrupted. As Ika opened his mouth the take a breath the wind blew in a certain manner, sending strands of his hair into his mouth. When the young man closed his mouth again he coughed and spluttered, opening his mouth and stumbling back in shock of the stringy bits now in his mouth. He ended up falling off the platform clumsily, reaching his right hand up into the air briefly before he crashed into the ground with a "thump!". He let his arm flop back down to the ground and groaned painfully, rubbing the back of his head with the left hand.

After blinking a few times Ika slowly sat up, looking around him. Thank the Heavens nobody had seen that, it would have been embaressing as Hell. He stood up and brushed the dirt off of himself, looking around again. He chose this spot specifically because no one would be here, away from the cities. He had come, you see, to practice. Not typical practice however, at least not only, but to practice looking like a Badass. Once he would get that down he'd be half way there, at least! Of course, he could train normally as well. In fact that sounded like a good idea to him, after falling like he had there was a certain reluctance to do it again... At least not just yet.

Sighing he walked over to Light, his Motorcycle, and pulled away the cloth that was next to it. What was revealed were his two Weapons; Skill and Strength. Many would call him an idiot for bringing his Weapons, one of which provided by the Military, out with him. They would possibly be right at that moment. They would be further proven correct by Ika's following actions.

The young man picked up the P90 by the end and walked away from Light. He paused, his head lowered and his eyes closed, and took a deep breath. Suddenly he span around, throwing Skill into the air, to face a tree. He reached his hand up into the air and grabbed Skill, moving it down and firing at the same time. Not entirely used to the recoil a weapon produced, and barely trained, Ika slipped and fell on his back. In the shock of it all he forgot to let go of the trigger, and sent a hail of bullets into the air for a few brief seconds before the clip ran out.

A moment passed and Ika gulped. So, spinning around while firing a gun... Not a good idea. He'd make sure to memorize that. Though, given how his brain seemed to work, he'd likely forget that in a few weeks, if not days, and be back to trying the same damn thing again. Still rather shocked Ika got up and walked over to Light, leaning on it and breathing heavily. If anyone was to come along now, who knew how he would react to them...?

[Guest]

"You're trying to hard kid. Try couching on one knee for a stable stance, aim down your sights, and fire three, 5 round bursts. Then, for C.Q.C, drop the weapon, grab that sword of yours and rush the tree and do an upward diagonal slash." This kid looked helpless, breathing all heavy and winded, but he looked like he needed help. She picked up that P-90 of his and looked down its sight, getting a feel for it, seeing if it just weighed too much, but it was absolute standard issue, she'd used this model before in training.

"If you're in need of cover in street situations, use that junker of yours. But hide at the rear and don't stay too long. The metal for the gas can is thin. They'll blow you to bits. Now if you'll excuse me..." And with a flick of a wrist, her tensen were out, dagger tips shining in the sun as she sprint towards the tree and barraged it with slashes and backed away and placed her fans together, drawing in nitrogen to the transmutation circles, and catapulted the blast into the leaves, sending them cascading to the floor, then fanning herself underneath the limbs.

[Csilla Angelis]

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