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harmonize_rpg2013-10-06 08:43 pm
harmonizenpc) wrote in harmonize_rpg2013-10-06 08:43 pm
Training Exercise #2
Who: Persona-users (optional), ensemble NPC cast
Where: The other world.
When: Thursday, April 27th, "critical thinking" class time.
What: Practice makes perfect?
There was little fanfare before this exercise. In a follow-up email, Yachiyo had instructed those who'd responded to the invitation to meet in the hall; once they'd gathered, she'd brought them to the lab.
From there, they were ushered more or less straight into the portal, after a cursory explanation for the newcomers. The landscape that greeted them was nearly unchanged -- same ominous red sky, same too-bright grass, same pile of equipment, no bizarrely-shaped targets.
Araragi, Komatani, Takaoka, and Suwa were the ones accompanying them today, and while the latter two busied themselves with the machinery, fiddling with some settings and picking up a few portable items, the former surveyed the horizon, down the somehow out-of-place path.
"Live-fire exercises today, kids," Komatani said by way of explanation, voice made oddly hollow by her suit's visor. "We set up a perimeter around this spot, but they're not far off." She paused, half-turning back to look at them. "Imaizumi-kun, you should be picking something up, off thataway." She punctuated the comment with a point down the path.
Where: The other world.
When: Thursday, April 27th, "critical thinking" class time.
What: Practice makes perfect?
There was little fanfare before this exercise. In a follow-up email, Yachiyo had instructed those who'd responded to the invitation to meet in the hall; once they'd gathered, she'd brought them to the lab.
From there, they were ushered more or less straight into the portal, after a cursory explanation for the newcomers. The landscape that greeted them was nearly unchanged -- same ominous red sky, same too-bright grass, same pile of equipment, no bizarrely-shaped targets.
Araragi, Komatani, Takaoka, and Suwa were the ones accompanying them today, and while the latter two busied themselves with the machinery, fiddling with some settings and picking up a few portable items, the former surveyed the horizon, down the somehow out-of-place path.
"Live-fire exercises today, kids," Komatani said by way of explanation, voice made oddly hollow by her suit's visor. "We set up a perimeter around this spot, but they're not far off." She paused, half-turning back to look at them. "Imaizumi-kun, you should be picking something up, off thataway." She punctuated the comment with a point down the path.
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And this would be almost perfect, he thought. First he had thought he had drawn the lame card of the pack. Now he wouldn't have to go all the way down there. In short, he had won the powers game; he had brought out his straw from the pot and found it was so short he wouldn't need to walk anywhere at all.
He stooped to his knees and began to clear a spot in the dirt by stamping down his feet and clearing the path. Then he sat down and went quiet, curling over his knees, head almost touching the floor. It was as if he was looking at something the human mind couldn't see or comprehend, and nobody could see the sly grin on his face.
"Don't worry," he said in their heads simultaneously. "I'm right behind you."